Lu Qiqi: "Because I have 1.5 languages."
Tang Jing: "You’re a pancake face, don’t shave your head, and what do you an by taking pictures? Trying to illuminate your ugliness?"
The words were cold and left Liu Chuandao feeling chilled to the bone, being criticized for one’s appearance is one of the most heart-wrenching things.
Cui Yu: "You guys are too much, appearance is given by our parents, what can we do? All we can do is make fun of it!"
Luckily, Liu Chuandao doesn’t have a Dao Heart, otherwise, he would have already crumbled.
At this mont, Pang Jiao rembered being mocked about her True Martial Soul before, and she was very angry.
Seizing the opportunity, she stood up to criticize her classmates: "Who understands, you guys are really so vulgar, always discussing appearances in the group, it’s just a skin, can’t you do sothing aningful?"
Yu Wen: "Tell , what is aningful?"
Pang Jiao: "I have many old clothes, and there is a clothing donation box set up in the residential area today, I plan to put the clothes in."
Class president Xin Youling stepped in: "Very aningful."
Encouraged by the praise, Pang Jiao beca even more proactive: "Oh my, being able to help children in poor mountainous areas, doing what I can, it’s within my capability."
Cui Yu: "Sister Jiaojiao, I suggest you just throw them away."
Wang Yanyan stepped in to add support: "Cui Yu, you really lack empathy, how can the new society have people like you?"
Pang Jiao @ Cui Yu: "Why throw them away, have you thought about it? Those kids who can’t have als would really need my clothes!"
Facing the relentless pursuit of both, Cui Yu typed a string of light-hearted words: "No, sis, which kid who can’t eat would wear XXXXL?"
...
Urban area, Wanda Plaza, 4th floor.
A hotpot restaurant.
ng Zi Yun sat across from Dong Qingfeng, she looked at the class group, couldn’t help but laugh, class 8 is much more entertaining than her previous class.
Soon after, ng Zi Yun’s gaze shifted to Dong Qingfeng, oh my, he’s really so considerate.
After she was seated in the hotpot restaurant, Dong Qingfeng was worried her clothes would absorb the hotpot sll, so he specially asked a waiter to bring a blanket to cover her down coat tightly.
Although Cao Kun will treat her to hotpot, he never takes care of her ticulously.
ng Zi Yun’s trial period with Dong Qingfeng has long passed, she’s already considering him as a potential boyfriend, ready to make the relationship official anyti.
The waiter brought a bowl of dragon fruit, milk oat porridge, Dong Qingfeng took it and placed it in front of ng Zi Yun: "Zi Yun, today’s hotpot is a bit spicy, warm your stomach first."
ng Zi Yun felt even more touched, Cao Kun always let her eat spicy, sotis even competing who can eat spicier, and gleefully boasting if he won.
Whereas Dong Qingfeng, he’s simply too gentle.
Thinking of this, ng Zi Yun’s smile blossod, her looks are already outstanding, with a smile now, drawing attention from male custors at adjacent tables, then pinched by their girlfriends.
ng Zi Yun: ’My damn irresistible charm~’
ng Zi Yun tasted the porridge, asked: "Qingfeng, why are you so nice to ?"
Dong Qingfeng was skimming the debris from the hotpot soup with a spoon: "Because you’re worth it."
Dong Qingfeng noticed porridge at the corner of her mouth, and gently handed over a tissue.
ng Zi Yun beca even happier, good-looking, excellent grades, knows how to cheer people up, warm, generous, very knowledgeable, and can lead her to progress... who wouldn’t like such a guy?
At this mont, sunshine lit up her heart.
Then, she thought of the classmates Xin Youling, Shen Qing’e, Jiang Yanan... that ray of sunshine in ng Zi Yun’s heart turned grey again, as Dong Qingfeng still often brought them snacks.
If he beca her boyfriend...
ng Zi Yun’s smile faded and she relaxed her face that had stiffened from smiling: "Should we watch a movie this afternoon? I heard there are couple discounts."
Dong Qingfeng: "Yeah."
ng Zi Yun, lowering her face, feeling very embarrassed, very shy: "Qingfeng, if we used couple tickets, what would our relationship be?"
Dong Qingfeng was very clear-headed, his expression unchanged: "Friends! We’re friends!"
ng Zi Yun:...
She gave a stiff smile, thinking to herself: ’Alright, alright, you disagree, huh.’
No problem, ng Zi Yun is not an ordinary person, she prepared another trump card.
Earlier, she went to the forum of Fourth Middle School, found the forum moderator, and spent 100 yuan to buy Dong Qingfeng’s mother’s WeChat number, confird without a doubt, it’s her.
ng Zi Yun didn’t want to drag this on, she needed acknowledgnt.
ng Zi Yun copied the number, searched, added, and applied to be a friend: "Auntie, hello, I am your son’s girlfriend."
After applying, ng Zi Yun looked at Dong Qingfeng who was boiling beef slices and thought: ’Don’t bla for being ruthless, I have no other choice...’
Soon, the Lotus avatar agreed to be friends.
ng Zi Yun: "Hello Auntie, you are Dong Qingfeng’s mother, right?"
Lotus Avatar: "Yes, is what you say true, girl?"
ng Zi Yun: "Yes, yes, I am your son Dong Qingfeng’s girlfriend."
Dong Qingfeng’s mother: "Hello, girl, I want to ask, which girlfriend of Xiao Feng are you?"
ng Zi Yun was utterly shocked, what? This, this?
The harmless Dong Qingfeng, seeing the beauty’s astonishnt, placed the cooked beef slice on ng Zi Yun’s plate, and asked, "What’s wrong, Zi Yun?"
ng Zi Yun: "Sorry, I suddenly lost my appetite."
...
Hu Temple Town, Hua Village, large round table in the living room.
Xue Chuchu sat on the round stool, dealing with relatives she ets once or twice a year at most, their smiles today are much more than in previous years, no longer as cold.
The brightly dressed aunt actively gave her the best chicken leg at with great enthusiasm: "Chuchu, you look so skinny, eat more at!"
Xue Chuchu: "Yes, yes."
But she hasn’t forgotten, when she was little, the aunt loved to speak sarcastically and would even deliberately put a big piece of chicken skin in her bowl.
If she didn’t eat it, she’d face a wave of mockery.
The children from poor families, if they et good relatives, getting along peacefully is very nice.
However, there will always be bad relatives, then even eating becos a potential pitfall.
The saying about respecting the father is not an empty phrase.
If the parents don’t do well, the children at the dinner table may beco the target of ridicule by relatives, are they mocking the child, or the child’s parents?
In the past, at the dinner table, aunts liked to criticize Chuchu’s shortcomings right in front of Hua Fengi.
She could only silently endure.
The worst was, sotis her mother Hua Fengi would even agree with the relatives, joining in to criticize her.
At that mont, Xue Chuchu felt as if betrayed by the whole world.
The impression left by childhood often follows one for life, even if aunts have beco very enthusiastic now.
However, Xue Chuchu understands, they only want to curry favor with mom, hoping to find a way to join Changqing Liquid Company for high wages and good benefits.
This is infinitely better than opening small shops in their hotown or working hard in Coastal Cities.
Auntie turned the platter, rotating a plate of large prawns to face Xue Chuchu: "Chuchu, you always used to love shrimp!"
Xue Chuchu modestly smiled, gazing at the full table of food, all of a sudden, she missed the bungalow beside the river dam, where she had her best friend, and him...
...
"So delicious, sob, Jiang Ning how did you co up with such a tasty way of eating it?" Xue Yuantong’s eyes brightened, almost reflecting the light onto Jiang Ning’s face.
Xue Yuantong held a half-bitten strawberry in one hand, and in the other, grabbed a small soft packet similar to a ketchup pack, squeezing out a bit of thin condensed milk, spreading it over the fresh bright strawberry, enhancing its beauty.
She bit down, the sweet and sour strawberry, combined with the silky, rich, milk-flavored condensed milk, as if enjoying a celestial treat!
"So fragrant!" Xue Yuantong was ecstatic.
She didn’t know the process of making the condensed milk, it was Jiang Ning who had Shao Shuangshuang airlift a little cow, letting it graze on Spirit Grass at Hu Qi Mountain for milk supply, then later helped blend it by chefs at Changqing Liquid.
Xue Yuantong fantasized: "When Si Yu and Si Qing co, I’ll only give them strawberries, not any condensed milk, won’t they beg on their knees?"
Jiang Ning: "Shouldn’t they be begging on their knees?"
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