After school.
Before Zhou Xiu could go home to put away her schoolbag, she went to Zhou Cheng's noodle stall first to help them finish work and go home. Zhou Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to Zhou Xiu: "Xiuer, why are you so happy?"
The business of the noodle stall is getting better and better, and Zhou Cheng's things are selling very fast. He finished the last one, and said to the people in line behind: "I'm sorry, today's fans are sold out, come early tomorrow!"
The long line of customers frowned, the boss was not happy.
"I came all the way to shoot for half an hour, and I didn't say in advance why it was gone."
The customer complained, "Boss, the stall is closed so early. If there is any business, don't you do it?"
It turned out that Zhou Cheng changed his taste and stopped making golden silk noodles. He changed to another kind of food and made a noodle that he learned from a master chef when he was young—snail noodle.
Zhou Cheng's business immediately improved a lot.
The husband and wife are also more relaxed every day. Although the golden noodles are delicious, it is very laborious to make them. Rolling the noodles requires pulling the noodles as thin as a needle. Its light taste does not meet the eating habits of the local people.
The snail noodles are delicious, salty and spicy, and the soup is rich and delicious. It is made with dozens of aniseed ingredients, snail meat and pig bones.
The cooked noodles are served with fungus, peanuts, fried tofu, yuba, green vegetables, duck feet... the ingredients are rich, the taste is layered, and it is spicy and delicious. Zhou Cheng sells up to two hundred copies of noodles every day, and when he sells out, he closes the stall and goes home. I didn't expect that the amount that would usually be sold out at night, would be sold out in the afternoon.
Zhou Cheng fished out a duck foot, carefully filtered out the chili oil, and handed it to his daughter: "Xiuer, eat something to pad your belly."
Zhou Xiu was also really hungry, she took the duck feet and gnawed it lightly, she likes to eat the food made by Zhou Cheng the most.
The tiger skin duck feet made by Zhou Cheng are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a thick layer of tiger skin fried out. It has been a long time since Zhou Xiu came here to eat this kind of food.
After collecting the stalls and returning home, Zhou Xiu took out her mobile phone and told her parents the good news that the school had reduced her tuition fees.
"The principal of our school reduced my tuition and miscellaneous fees, so I don't have to pay tuition fees in the future." Yi Hua
Liu Mei was overjoyed when she heard this, and quickly wiped her hands, "What, what does this mean?"
"The tuition and miscellaneous fees of more than 100,000 yuan are all free?" Liu Mei couldn't help but wonder why the school is so generous.
A few days ago, Zhou Xiucai mentioned to them that he wanted to transfer to Pugao.
Today, the school reduced her tuition and miscellaneous fees. It must be that the school knows about Xiu'er's future, and even if she got the first place in the city's exams, why not reward her and keep her
She praised her daughter fiercely: "Our Xiu'er is really up to date,"
Zhou Cheng turned to another text message and stared in a daze, "You don't need to pay the tuition fee, but your tuition and miscellaneous fees for this semester are refunded instead?"
The refund was quite a lot, nearly 60,000 yuan.
When Zhou Xiu entered school, Mrs. Xi directly paid her the tuition fee for one academic year. Yude's annual tuition fee is more than 90,000 yuan, and the miscellaneous fee is 10,000 yuan per semester. So logically speaking, the money should be returned to Mrs. Xi.
Holding his daughter's mobile phone, Zhou Cheng thought for a while and said, "The refunded money should be returned to Mrs. Xi."
He didn't know that Zhou Xiu had already repaid Xi Shaoyuan 100,000 yuan.
Zhou Xiu pursed her lips, "No... there should be no need to pay it back."
Seeing Zhou Cheng's surprised expression, she gave up explaining to him that she had already paid back the money. It's very troublesome to explain, how the one hundred thousand yuan came from is not in line with Zhou Cheng's consistent values.
After the explanation, Zhou Xiu probably had to be praised by him: It's still good, it should be paid back. We can't accept other people's valuable things casually.
Luckily, Liu Mei interrupted Zhou Cheng: "You are always such a nice person, save this money for Xiu'er's education first!"
"What if there is something urgent and we can't afford the money? Mrs. Xi supported our Xiu'er back then, and she also hoped that she would study hard."
The pain of poverty pierced Zhou Cheng's heart again. He lowered his eyes and sighed silently in his heart. But he recovered quickly:
"No, we will become richer and richer in the future, and we will own our own shop!"
"Xiu'er, my parents' business is doing well recently and they have made a lot of money! Let's go to Xi's house this weekend to meet Mrs. Xi!"
Zhou Xiu: "..."
Under Zhou Cheng's expectant gaze, Zhou Xiu said, "Okay."
Yude Middle School.
After Lu Lingshan transferred to another school, there was a storm, and Tidbits posted all the compiled information to the school's forum.
This hurt the students who originally liked Lu Lingshan and couldn't believe their eyes.
Some students in the upper and lower grades even made conspiracy theories, whether this stranger Zhou Xiu secretly framed their goddess.
Qi Yaguang was the most hurt, so he took a few days off for this reason, and didn't want to go to class.
Lu Lingshan called Tidbits and questioned Tidbits: "Didn't I already apologize, why did I post these things?"
Tidbits sarcastically said: "If you don't post it, you will always be black Xiuxiu? After you transfer to another school, continue to mess with your Xueba fairy girl design?"
"It's the greatest kindness of me and Xiuxiu not to let you be on the hot search. Do you still remember how you treated us?"
When I was in the third grade of junior high school, I went out to play with a friend. The friend brought a boy from a vocational school over, and they were photographed playing together. The tidbits have been hacked to this day, leaving the impression of a frivolous bad girl. But Lu Lingshan changed suddenly, entered the rocket class, and became a school bully little fairy.
"If you make me angry again, I'll go buy Hot Search." Tidbits said.
There was a silent "snap" on the other end, and hung up the phone.
Lu Lingshan originally wanted to transfer to No. 4 Middle School, but after the tidbits posted such a thing, Lu Lingshan had no choice but to give up the idea and turned her attention to schools in other places.
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the next day.
The students in Class 24 really helped Zhou Xiu improve her English. Including but not limited to answering Zhou Xiu's questions, supervising and tracking.
But English is more mysterious than mathematics.
The students in class 24 have never taken notes in class. Many of them have already been familiar with the English environment because they lived abroad for a period of time, or because they hired foreign teachers at home.
Lan Xin, a scumbag, once patted his chest and said to Zhou Xiu: "It's okay, leave it to me. Ask me if there is anything I don't know."
But Zhou Xiuzhen took the exercises to ask Lan Xin, and Lan Xin was immediately stumped. Zhou Xiu wrote hundreds of multiple-choice questions, and crossed the wrong row.
Lan Xin scratched her head and explained: "This is a fixed match."
Then another question, Lan Xin said: "This is the idiomatic usage."
They looked down, and Lan Xin subconsciously said: "This is everyday language."
"I'm sorry, Xiuxiu."
At the end of Lan Xin's explanation, she couldn't help covering her face with the exercise book, revealing a pair of guilty eyes.
When Zhou Xiu solved mathematics, physics and chemistry for her, she never answered in such a "simple and easy to prove, easy to obtain from this way" solution.
But in Lan Xin's eyes, these are all questions that can be solved at a glance. She really doesn't know how to solve this question by analyzing tense like a high school teacher.
She immersed herself in the topic very hard, trying to analyze it grammatically.
But after analyzing and analyzing, she got involved in it herself.
She was wrong, these twists and turns of grammar knowledge in high school made Lan Xin extremely tangled.
Zhou Xiu: "..."
Tidbits also felt like I was stumped. When learning English, foreign teachers seldom speak grammar, and the emphasis is on expression rather than test-taking. But unexpectedly tidbits can also get high marks.
Tidbits sighed and said, "Maybe it's because of the different way of education. We have used English as a tool since we were young. Instead of using it to take exams."
"Xiuxiu also try to use it as a tool to learn. Don't write these questions. No matter how many questions you write, you will change the shell later and you won't know it."
"You need a lot of deep reading."
As Tidbits spoke, she moved the original English novel she had read recently to Zhou Xiu.
Tan Ming put these books back, took out the original English books he read when he was a child from his drawer, and said to Tidbits: "The books you read are not suitable for Zhou Xiu to read."
Tan Ming said to Zhou Xiu: "You can take these and read them. This is a book I read when I was a child. It's not too difficult. Read it with the mentality of reading, and ask us if you don't know it."
"Two self-study classes in the afternoon, you can use them to watch them."
Du Feiyang moved his head closer, "Wucao, obviously this is not a font you could have when you were young."
Tan Ming really wanted to kill Du Feiyang on the spot recently.
He figured out the reason why Du Feiyang had been chasing Tidbits for so many years but hadn't caught up.
Born with no tendons.
Last night, Tan Ming spent the whole night sorting out the things he used to learn English when he was a child, including very simple fairy tales and simple and easy-to-understand classics.
Tan Ming, who hadn't stayed up all night for a long time, stayed up all night for the first time, and marked some words that might be slightly difficult.
He yawned loosely, and said to Zhou Xiu: "Ask us if you don't know it. We will be your English teacher."
Zhou Xiu took over the original fairy tales written by Tan Mingju, hurriedly finished the homework that should be done in the self-study class, and started to read the book during the self-study class.
The spring is bright and beautiful, the flowers on the campus are in full bloom, and the faint fragrance of magnolia floats in the air.
The afterglow of the afternoon sun flooded the table.
Zhou Xiu leaned against the window, her black hair reflected in the setting sun seemed to be soaked with a layer of honey, a little bit of hair fell on her ears, and her slightly drooping eyelashes fluttered from time to time, curly and thick.
She has always maintained a straight posture, holding a book and reading seriously, as if she is dealing with extremely important things with a focused look. No movement can disturb her.
After two classes, she finished reading a thin book of English fairy tales, with a smile on her lips.
What Zhou Xiu watched was the story of "The Ugly Duckling". Although Zhou Xiu had already read the Chinese version of the story, but when he grew up and watched the English version again, his feelings became even stronger.
The ugly duckling was bullied because of his ugly appearance since he was a child. In spring, a group of white swans flew to it and called it, which was about to freeze to death. It was surprised to find that it turned into a white swan.
It has been longing to be recognized all its life, without humility or inferiority, it left the warm reeds and small farmhouses to go to a wider world. Life was rough and wandering, it looked up and saw the elegant and beautiful white swan, yearning and envious.
When spring comes, it also becomes an elegant white swan.
Zhou Xiu sat by the window, blowing the warm spring breeze. She didn't have to worry about exams or competitions, she squinted her eyes comfortably in the warm sunshine, and the corners of her lips curled up uncontrollably.
[Ding—read the original English work, the core content can reach the level of simple memory, reward 300RMB.]
The scumbags in the class silently looked away, and some silently took out their mobile phones to take pictures of this moment.