The Female Partner Refuses To Be Cannon Fodder

Because of his weak body, in order for him to grow up healthy and strong, the dean gave him a nickname named Kang Kang. Kangkang embraced Jiang Chan's neck with his hands, and rubbed Jiang Chan's cheek with a thin face with a small face.

　　 "Sister Cicada, you are different today."

　　 Jiang Chan glanced at Kang Kang: "Where is it different?"

　　 happened to meet the dean coming out of the kitchen holding a pot. Kangkang saw the dean and then looked at Jiang Chan, and suddenly said, “Sister Chan is very similar to the dean’s grandmother today.”

　　 Jiang Chanxin said, plus I’ve been older than the dean’s grandma over the past fifty years, okay? Thinking of this, Jiang Chan couldn't help but free up his hand to touch his cheek. Jiang Chan was relieved when he started with a thin face.

　　 She supported Tuo Kangkang's small body, and said in her heart how do you see my vicissitudes of life from my fourteen-year-old appearance?

　　 It's just that these words can only be buried in my heart. After a simple breakfast, Jiang Chan still rode the twenty-eight bars in the courtyard to Uncle Mo's small restaurant.

　　 hurriedly arrived at Uncle Mo's small restaurant at seven o'clock. Uncle Mo's restaurant runs breakfast by the way. Jiang Chan stopped the twenty-eight bars there, washed his hands, and helped Aunt Mo pinch the buns.

　　While holding the buns, Jiang Chan's appearance appeared in front of Jiang Chan's eyes. Lin's favorite was Jiang Chan's buns made of pulpy skins. Jiang Chan made them for her every other time.

　　Until Lin passed away, Jiang Chan rarely made buns. Because at that time the whole Jiang family was the biggest of hers, who would dare to let her cook it?

　　 This flashed in her mind, Jiang Chan suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with staying in that world for a long time. At least she gained the love of Lin and Jiang Sen in addition to the various skills she learned.

　　 They gave Jiang Chan the father's love and mother's love. This is what Jiang Chan has missed since childhood. This is what Jiang Chan missed the most. That's why she was so sad when Jiang Sen and Lin passed away.

　　 There were a lot of flashes in his mind, but Jiang Chan's face was calm. The movements of Jiang Chan's hands were quick, and the small buns were lying on the cage.

　　 Aunt Mo took a moment to take a look, and smiled heartily: "Little cicada's craftsmanship is getting better. This bun is really beautiful."

　　 Jiang Chan has been doing it for decades, can it not look good? The face is still very calm: "It's my aunt who taught me well."

　　 Seeing Aunt Mo carrying a basket to steam the steamed buns, Jiang Chan leaned on the chopping board and stared at Aunt Mo's back in a daze, thinking of everything in the first world in his mind.

　　 Perceiving Jiang Chan's thoughts, Qingyuan suddenly said: "If you can't forget everything you've experienced, I can seal up your emotions and watch them only as a bystander."

　　 Jiang Chan responded: "No, I don't want to seal up everything in the past. After all, that is the real world I have been in. I just can't react to it for a while, after all, I have lived there for decades."

　　In all fairness, Jiang Chan has no regrets about everything he has experienced. In that world, Jiang Sen and Lin loved her very much, but she also did what she should do as a child.

　　 Jiang Sen and Lin left, she was naturally reluctant to give up, but life is like this, there will always be birth, old age, sickness and death. She only needs to cherish every moment when they get along.

　　 If her feelings for Jiang Sen and Lin are sealed, it would essentially deny the existence of the two of them. This is something Jiang Chan is not happy about.

　　 She hopes that she can remember Jiang Sen and Lin forever. In retrospect, someone once loved me so much.

　　 Uncle Mo walked in stride carrying a bag of lobsters: "Little cicada came so early today? I ate lobsters at Uncle Mo's side at night. I just bought it in the morning and it's fresh."

　　 Jiang Chan glanced at the lobster with its teeth and claws in the bag, and suddenly said: "Uncle Mo, are the barbecues in the night market selling very well?"

　　 Uncle Mo scratched his head: "Yes, barbecue with beer, that's a must."

　　Uncle Mo poured the lobster into the basin, took a big brush, and started to take care of the lobster.

"I know." Jiang Chan murmured. Specifically, she had to go to the night market to see. The cost of this barbecue stall was not much. Take it down.

　　 routinely delivered today's fast food, and declined the invitation of Uncle Mo and Aunt Mo to stay to eat lobster, Jiang Chan rode to the night market. Said that this barbecue mainly lies in the sauce. She has researched several sauces for so many years. It would be a good idea if she really does barbecue.

　　 The night market was very lively. Jiang Chan walked around. Many food stalls were crowded, which strengthened Jiang Chan's confidence. On closer inspection, there are not many barbecue stalls, there are only two, one on the street and one in the middle of the snack street.

　　 There was a case in his heart, Jiang Chan didn't stay too much, turned around and went back.

　　 Three days later, a charity barbecue restaurant was added to the night market. Compassionate heart is the name of the orphanage. The reason Jiang Chan chose this name is to hope that everyone will regard this as the property of the orphanage.

　　The orphanage was all dispatched this time, and there were not a few people. The adults were subordinate to the dean~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The remaining eight were all children, plus Jiang Chan, a total of ten people.

　　An'an and other older children are helping with skewers, and two young girls about ten years old are greeting guests and helping with the dishes. As for Jiang Chan, the chef is not letting go.

　　 Dean Fan held Kang Kang, she was responsible for collecting money. The children are still young, so they may not come here to collect the money. Dean Fan is still older and more secure.

　　 So busy until eleven, the people in the night market gradually dispersed. Jiang Chan hammered his stiff back and began to clean. These places were cleaned by themselves, and several older children also came to help.

　　 Everything was cleaned up. Jiang Chan rode an electric tricycle and took the young and old back to the orphanage.

　　 When they arrived in the courtyard, everyone ignored the smell of oily smoke all over their bodies. They all gathered in Dean Fan's room and looked at the bag in Dean Fan's hand eagerly. That was the income tonight.

　　 Looking at the little radish heads who looked at them eagerly, Dean Fan did not sell them, opened the bag in his hand, and the mats fell on the ground with colorful banknotes.

"Wow!"

　　 "A lot of money!"

　　 "Hurry up and count!"

　　 Dean Fan clapped his hands: "First sort out the categories, and then click the numbers."

　　 Several older children responded without raising their heads: "I see."

　　 is An An, also burying his head in the mat, picking up the steel pewter.

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