At first, I felt a little guilty because of my misunderstanding about Xu Qing, but now I feel a little bit gone.

This person is so annoying.

Jiang He clenched his fists and went into the kitchen, intending to heat up last night's porridge, but found that he had eaten it at Xu Qing's parents' house yesterday and had forgotten to cook it when he came back.

"Do you want some noodles?" she shouted outside the kitchen.

"No porridge?"

"I didn't cook it last night."

"oh."

"Do you want to eat?!" Jiang He asked without saying anything. He felt a little irritable again, then he touched his stomach, counted the days on his fingers, and reluctantly went back to his room.

"Isn't it cooking noodles?"

Xu Qing was surprised, what happened to this girl?

"Cook it later."

Jiang He looked disgusted and didn't know why he was so annoyed.

After a while, Xu Qing, who had been standing on the pile for a minute longer than yesterday, pretended to exhale, amusing himself by thinking that he was a martial arts master, and exhaled a filthy breath after practicing martial arts.

Physical fitness +1.

After finishing the work, he came out to wash up and looked in the mirror to see if his appearance had changed, but he couldn't see anything.

It's crazy to see it. I've just been standing for a few days. It's not even exercise. The Sunflower Book doesn't show results so quickly.

"I'll give it to you." Jiang He came out of the room and had already regained his composure.

"Pfft... cough cough..."

Xu Qing, who was brushing his teeth, spat out white foam and said, "That's called cooking noodles! Don't say that in the future."

"Is it different?"

"Go and cook your noodles."

Xu Qing didn't want to and didn't dare to explain, otherwise this guy would definitely become angry...

It's a bit strange to think of them together. Netizens are harmful to people!

A large pot of dried noodles costing two yuan a handful was cooked, along with two beaten poached eggs. The whites and yolks had already separated from the flesh, and they could only be reunited with a spoon.

Xu Qing put out one-third of the food in a bowl, and the remaining two-thirds belonged to Jiang He. A breakfast cost two yuan, and it only cost three yuan with eggs. This made Jiang He like cooking more and more.

Everything you eat outside is deceptive and makes you feel bad.

"If I eat this every day, it will only cost more than 100 yuan a month."

"You can drink water every day without spending a dime."

"..."

Jiang He didn't want to pay attention to him.

"No, you can live for seven days by just drinking water without eating, but you still need to eat... You can eat one meal every seven days and only drink water at other times, so you can spend less than ten yuan a month." Xu Qing gave reasonable suggestions.

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If there is a chance, let this ancient girl have a taste of the iron fist of socialism, otherwise she will wonder about it every day... You are not a college student in love, but you still want to eat noodles every day?

Oh, college students don’t eat noodles either, they eat steamed buns.

After breakfast, Xu Qing occupied the computer to study movies and novels. Jiang He watched for a while without understanding, so he sat on the sofa with Nuan Baobao in his arms, reading and studying.

The books were bought by Xu Qing when he had nothing to do, such as The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes, White Night Walk, Ordinary World, and the basics of economics left over from college - but this kind of book Jiang He only knew the characters, not the ordinary world.

Recognition sentence, after reading Five Thousand Years of China with reference to the simplified and traditional Chinese guide, she read the novel laboriously when she had nothing to do.

Although it seems difficult, some things are still understandable.

Art is a social ideology that uses images to reflect reality but is more typical than reality. This is especially true for literature. Xu Qing thought about borrowing her granddaughter’s elementary school textbook from Aunt Cheng to teach Jiang He, but after thinking about it carefully, she found that there was nothing wrong with it.

use.

That's not what Jiang He lacks. She has her own thoughts and opinions, and is very smart. She just lacks cognition.

Studying the poems and articles of the ancients and doing some reading comprehension is far from being as simple as directly understanding social consciousness and concepts from literature.

As for mathematics... just being able to do arithmetic is enough. Most people will never use calculus equations after they leave school.

Learning is to improve one's own value and to lead a better life, but her value is not there. It is a waste of life to really delve into those equations - of course, if you are interested in those, that is another matter.

"You're prone to myopia, so it's best to put the book on the table and read it."

Xu Qing, who was a little tired from tinkering in front of the computer, stretched and turned to remind Jiang He.

"Shortsighted?"

"It's just that you can't see clearly, so you need to wear glasses...the one you often see on the street, the one with the glass on his face."

He pointed to the bridge of his nose, suddenly excited, and ran to the bedroom to find a pair of plain glasses he had used for show before and handed them to Jiang He.

"Put it on and experience it."

"Wear it like this?"

Jiang He sat on the sofa, holding a book and putting on his glasses, blinking and turning his head to look around.

Click.

Xu Qing completed the candid shooting.

"What are you doing?" Jiang He felt something was wrong with this person.

"I'll send it to you later, it looks pretty good." Xu Qing was not embarrassed at all and naturally sent the photo to Jiang He via WeChat, then took the mirror from the table and handed it to her.

"Look."

"...weird."

Jiang He looked at the mirror twice, took off his glasses and gave them back to Xu Qing. Instead of lying down with his legs curled up to read, he put on his slippers and sat upright to continue reading.

"Tsk...I think of my father again." Xu Qing sighed.

Seeing her like this makes me feel itchy.

"Your father?"

"That's it...has your second mother hugged you?"

"We often huddle together. When it's cold in winter, she will hug me tightly."

"oh."

Xu Qing was disappointed, put away his glasses and sat in front of the computer again.

"What are you doing?"

"Look for a movie, and then see if you can try to be a movie critic... that's a movie critic."

If there are jujubes or no jujubes, just poke it with a stick. If it is done well, it will be good. If it is not done well, it will not be a loss. This is Xu Qing's philosophy.

Anyway, it would be a pity not to do something if he wanted to make movies - he started doing Up with this idea in mind.

"Movie review?"

"It's too complicated for you at the moment. It's hard to explain it in a way that you can understand... It's also a little complicated for me. Anyway, let's do it first."

Xu Qing shrugged. Martial arts is dead. It’s hard to describe the martial arts movies in recent years. It would be good to explore other things. They are all diversions and movies. They still have some things in common.

The key is to have an aesthetic sense and be able to understand what the movie is about. Through the movie, you can see what the people behind the scenes want to express, instead of just having fun and passing it by.

The basic conditions are there, the rest is just study and study.

"Smart people will never lack food. This is an era of brain power. You have to learn to become smart quickly and don't be naive..."

As Xu Qing said, the phone next to him buzzed and vibrated, and he saw it was Wang Zijun.

"Where is it?"

"Home...what's going on?"

"The part-time one." Wang Zijun got straight to the point, "Last time you mentioned that thing, I did some research and it's okay."

"How to do it specifically?"
Chapter completed!