Both hands were covered in spicy oil.

Normally, you should wash it off with soap, but Dongdong knows how to wash it?

He subconsciously wanted to wipe it on his pants, but halfway through, he caught a glimpse of the big white cat squatting on the stone platform and resting.

Dongdong rolled his eyes, and his dark face showed some wisdom. He walked closer, caught the big white cat, smeared all the spicy oil on his hands, and used the cat as a rag.

After applying it, Dongdong found that it felt quite soft, so he put his mouth to it and wiped away the red oil on his lips.

His behavior made Xue Yuantong dumbfounded. How could he still do this?

She had never seen anyone so damaged.

After Dongdong wiped his hands, the white cat's fur became oily, and when exposed to the sun's rays, it became shiny.

Teacher Qian from next door went out swinging his banana fan. When he saw his glowing cat, he couldn't help but say:

"Look at how healthy my white cat is. Look at its hair. It's like brocade, smooth and soft. Oh my!"

Teacher Qian considers himself a scholar, and wanted to write a poem, but he couldn't think of any poem to describe this situation.

After Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong heard this, they both smiled a little.

"If Teacher Qian knew that his beloved white cat was being used as a rag, would he faint from anger?" Xue Yuantong thought this way.

Dongdong finished wiping his hands and played with his slingshot in the open space outside, sometimes aiming here and sometimes aiming there.

Sometimes an 'accidental' move would target Xue Yuantong.

His little movements from time to time are annoying to people watching.

Jiang Ning went back to the house and took a straight wooden sword, which he made in his spare time. He walked outside to the open space and said contemptuously:

"What era are you in? You still play with slingshots, something children play with."

After saying that, Jiang Ning held the wooden sword and "swish, swish, swish" showed off the sword flower. In order to ensure the special effect, he also used a small spell, which was really dazzling and eye-catching.

Dongdong was attracted by the handsome Jianhua.

Jiang Ning: "Slingshots are outdated. Nowadays, swords are popular among us. Do you have a sword?"

"you have not."

After saying that, Jiang Ning put away her sword and returned to the house.

Dongdong couldn't bear to fall behind and howled: "Just wait for me!"

He ran home.

After seeing this scene, Teacher Qian shook his head and laughed, teaching as a teacher: "Jiang Ning, you are sixteen this year, why should you care about other people's children?"

Xue Yuantong looked at the white cat with a strange look on her face. She defended:

"Teacher Qian, you must not care about Dongdong, right?"

Teacher Qian's posture was straight, his eyes were contemptuous, and he showed his demeanor as a famous teacher: "I am a teacher, and I care about his children? It is not embarrassing!"

Jiang Ning scanned with his consciousness and observed that behind the bungalow, Dongdong was eyeing the ladder of Teacher Qian's house and was looking for something to smash.

It seems to be intended to be used to make wooden swords.

"Well said!" Jiang Ning applauded him.

When Xue Yuantong saw his expression, he immediately guessed what Jiang Ning was thinking.

"In the whole bungalow, I admire your integrity the most, Teacher Qian." Xue Yuantong praised, "Those who stick to small details will never achieve great things, and those who don't stick to small details will achieve great things. Isn't that what I'm talking about, Teacher Qian?"

She clapped her little hands.

After Teacher Qian praised him, he was very happy. Xue Yuantong had good grades and was considered a cultural person in his opinion. The ancients said that intellectuals look down on each other, but today he was praised by an educated person. That was really happy.

It was getting dark, and Xue Yuantong was planning to make dinner. Jiang Ning said, "Don't do it. Heba sells food today. Let's go for a walk."

"What about Chu Chu?" Xue Yuantong couldn't bear it and had already abandoned Chu Chu once at noon.

Jiang Ning: "It doesn't matter, Chu Chu is not stupid, she knows how to find something to eat."

After closing the door, the two of them headed to Heba.

At dusk, the evening breeze blows in the riverbank, making it cool and comfortable. People walking here and there come and go. Some people set up stalls selling vegetables, some sell popsicles and cold drinks. Tonight, there was actually someone selling dinner. It seemed like a mini version of the night market.

There are two tricycles parked on the asphalt roadside. One aunt's stall sells tofu bread, and the other aunt's stall sells roujiamo.

Next to the two cars, there were several small plastic tables, and most of the guests were seated at this time.

Xue Yuantong asked: "How much does tofu nao cost?"

"1 yuan 5."

The price was normal, Xue Yuantong ordered two portions, and the aunt made it skillfully: "Would you like coriander and garlic paste?"

"Yes." Xue Yuantong, "I don't want red mustard."

Red mustard tastes strange and she doesn't like eating it.

"Okay, there are food for sale nearby, you should take a look too." Auntie did not forget to introduce the business to her partners.

Jiang Ning stood in front of the Roujiamo stall, looking down at the red pork belly in the stainless steel basin: "How to sell Roujiamo?"

"3 yuan each."

Jiang Ning nodded and sighed with emotion. Roujiamo is so cheap now.

I remember that later on, as the price of pork rose several times, the price of Roujiamo also skyrocketed, ranging from 5 yuan, 8 yuan, 10 yuan, and then 12 yuan. Most people were not willing to eat it at all.

However, while the price of pork has fallen, the price of Roujiamo has stabilized steadily without falling at all.

Jiang Ning ordered three meat buns, which only cost 9 yuan.

The aunts acted quickly. Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong didn't wait three minutes before all the rice was served.

The gentle breeze from the river dam blew up Xue Yuantong's hair.

Jiang Ning tasted a piece of tofu brain. It had a delicate and smooth texture, with a hint of garlic bean aroma, which gave her an aftertaste.

Then take a bite of the hot Roujiamo. The Baiji Mo is filled with soft, waxy and mellow meat and refreshing green pepper, which is just right.

Not to mention, even though this place is just a wild stall, the taste is surprisingly good.

During the meal, Teacher Qian walked around shaking his banana fan. When he saw the tofu curd, he was so greedy that he bought a bowl.

"Don't put coriander." Teacher Qian put on the air of a famous teacher.

Teacher Qian was a shy person, so even though he was very hungry, he didn’t order Roujiamo. If it weren’t for the fact that he was far away from home, he almost wanted to go home and get a steamed bun to eat.

Teacher Qian saw that there was an untouched meat bun on Jiang Ning's table, and said cheerfully: "You ordered three portions?"

Xue Yuantong immediately took a third portion of Roujiamo with great vigilance.

Her small actions were extremely harmful.

Teacher Qian felt that he was being slighted and turned away angrily.

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