He tried his best to maintain a distance of two fists from Zhou Xiu, and his hands fell on her sides, forming a stable space. The crowds and hustle and bustle seem to have disappeared at this moment.
It was so quiet that only the beating of the heart could be heard.
Zhou Xiu didn't answer, but raised her head to look at Xi Shaoyuan—
The teasing in Xi Shaoyuan's eyes hadn't gone away, he met Zhou Xiu's serious eyes, and after a few seconds he looked away.
He held Zhou Xiu's slightly wet head with his hands, "Don't look at me like that."
"I'm not nice to see."
Zhou Xiu: "..."
The school is only two stops away from Zhou Xiu's home, and Zhou Xiu got off the subway soon.
When she passed the gate, she turned her head to take another look, and there was no sign of Xi Shaoyuan in the crowd.
Zhou Xiu just turned around, and unexpectedly saw the tall white figure in front of him.
Xi Shaoyuan stood where he was, and asked coldly, "Are you still leaving?"
Zhou Xiu stared at his wet hair and rain-stained school uniform, and silently looked away.
After the two walked out of the subway entrance, the butler of the Xi family held an umbrella and came towards the two people anxiously.
Seeing Xi Shaoyuan's appearance of being drenched by the rain, the steward said with a heartbroken expression on his face, "Why do you—"
"How can it be raining!"
"You two children, get in the car quickly, so as not to catch a cold."
The butler looked around, Xi Shaoyuan didn't speak, and was very stubborn. Instead, he persuaded Zhou Xiu to get into the car with a gesture of booing and asking for warmth.
Zhou Xiu couldn't stand the housekeeper's enthusiasm, and got into the Xi's car.
Two minutes later, Zhou Xiu returned home.
In the pouring rain, the car was parked at the gate of the old community.
The housekeeper handed Xi Shaoyuan a set of clean and brand new clothes, "Master, quickly change into it, you know the condition of your body!"
…
Zhou Xiu came back, took a shower and changed, she told her parents about winning the provincial first prize in the biology competition.
Zhou Cheng was cooking dinner, frying a dish of dried shrimp and egg yolk, and the noise of the frying pan was a bit loud.
Hearing his daughter's plain and casual words, he nodded hurriedly: "Oh, oh."
After he came to his senses, his eyes widened, "What? Xiu'er, say it again?"
Zhou Xiu actually won the first prize in the biology competition
Even if Zhou Cheng has never read any books, he still knows how powerful it is. It is an exam where the brightest students in the province come together.
Usually, if Zhou Feng and Zhou Kai, the lifebloods of the Zhou family, were among the top three in the class in the final exam, Granny Zhou would laugh from ear to ear and kill chickens and ducks to add food. This is just the top few in the class, but his Xiu'er is the first in the province!
Zhou Cheng was stunned by this news.
Liu Mei also grew her mouth, no wonder Xiu'er got a scholarship! It turns out that this is the level of getting a scholarship.
Zhou Xiu took a sip of water and repeated: "I said, I won the first prize in the biology competition."
Zhou Cheng couldn't even turn the spatula after hearing this, and the egg flower sizzled with a faint burnt smell. It was Zhou Xiu who walked into the kitchen and turned off the gas stove in one go, and took out the dishes.
Liu Mei couldn't help beaming with joy, she said happily: "Xiu'er is really promising, let your father cook you a delicious meal tonight."
"Add some dishes!"
Zhou Cheng nodded, "We need to add some dishes."
Carried away with joy, he took the money out of the drawer. But when he opened the drawer, he found that there was no money bag. He walked around in the living room like ants on a hot pot, looking for money bags everywhere. After searching for a long time, he scratched his head.
"My memory—"
Liu Mei stared dumbfounded at her husband looking around for something, and she took down his money bag from the top of the refrigerator, "Don't put things around in the future."
Zhou Cheng glanced at his daughter, who was about to change shoes and wanted to go out with him, and said, "You are waiting at home. The vegetable market is dirty on a rainy day. What are you going to do?"
Zhou Cheng went to the vegetable market downstairs and skillfully caught a native chicken, a lively fish, and a fat crab.
Zhou Xiu was doing her homework while listening to the sound of rain on the window sill. After Zhou Cheng came back, Zhou Xiu was going to turn off the live broadcast on her mobile phone.
The fans in the live broadcast room suddenly became excited: "It's coming, it's coming, it's coming."
The old fans who have watched the live broadcast for half a semester have a tacit understanding. Today, the anchor's homework desk is dark brown, and the desk at school is light yellow, which is obviously the anchor's home.
When at home, the host would occasionally record some videos of her dad cooking.
Zhou Xiu fixed the mobile phone stand, facing the cutting board for cutting vegetables and the cooking pot, she was washing the vegetables in the sink opposite the camera.
Zhou Cheng quickly peeled the crabs raw, averaging one crab in 30 seconds.
A fan said: "Dad's kung fu of tearing crabs with his hands is so crisp and neat, so cruel—"
"Si Liu, it smells so good."
Zhou Cheng's thin knife fell, twisted the back of the Wuchang fish, put it on the plate into the shape of a peacock, sprinkled green onion, ginger, green and red peppers, and steamed it in the pot.
"Work hard for the National Finance" frowned, he watched for a long time and said, "It's more interesting for the anchor to write topics."
"Working hard for the national finance" seldom cares about these trivial matters in life. He never has to care about how the rice and dishes are prepared before they are served on the table, because the aunt at home will tidy them up properly.
But this smoky kitchen is the focus of most fans.
The barrage of other fans overwhelmed him in an instant: "No, I think rice tastes better. I don't want you to think, I want me to think."
"Finally squatting until Papa Xiu is cooking, I shed tears of emotion."
"One person begged Xiu's father to open a live broadcast room alone! Xiu's father opened a live broadcast room to concentrate on live broadcasting, and his fans have already exceeded a million."
"Father's craftsmanship is really good, 666!"
Zhou Xiu took the killed chicken, and Zhou Cheng used one side of the chicken to add stewed chicken soup, poured in a wide range of oil, fried the other half of the chicken until golden, picked it up, added cooking wine, dried peppers and scallions until fragrant.
After half a day of watching "Efforts to IMO", he suddenly said, "Wait, the chicken that was handed over just now was killed by the anchor?"
He was suddenly stunned and paused the screen.
The smart, quiet, weak and delicate girl in the imagination can kill a chicken without blinking an eye, the fist holding the chicken's neck, and even the slight veins emerge
Other fans said: "Blind student, you discovered Huadian."
"Father and daughter are both ruthless killers. Boom. It's delicious—the Kung Pao chicken is delicious!"
"I'm not a bar, why not a father and son? I think the anchor is a boy. Look at the hands catching the chicken, how powerful they are!"
Many fans thought that the anchor was a boy, although the name was very feminine, after all, it is understandable that it is easy to attract fans by pretending to be girls these days.
Zhou Xiu caught a glimpse of this barrage by accident and couldn't help laughing. She suffocated and didn't speak.
On the contrary, Zhou Cheng saw the slick rewards, and happily explained to the fans sentence by sentence.
When Zhou Cheng started frying sand tea crabs, the foodies lurking in the live broadcast room frantically tipped them. Zhou Cheng skillfully turned the pot, and the flame rose several feet high.
The crabs are gradually turning red, and the moment they are placed on the plate, the aroma seems to overflow from the live broadcast room.
Ten minutes later, he took out the steamed Wuchang fish, which was emerald green and bright red, like a peacock spreading its tail. Together with the previously fried shrimp and egg drop, mapo tofu, Kung Pao chicken, and sand tea fried crab, they formed a hearty table.
"Ajuc rewards an airship."
"Try hard to tip a plane to IMO."
"I am studying by myself in the evening, and I am hungry after watching it. Why doesn't the anchor need to study by myself in the evening!"
"Crazy licking the screen, I am so happy to have a father who can cook."
"I'm so envious of the host!"
Zhou Xiu walked over to turn off the phone, but unexpectedly saw a series of envy and happiness. She glanced at Zhou Cheng, who took off his apron, and Liu Mei, who was serving rice and sharing chopsticks.
Zhou Xiu stared at these barrages, and typed a sentence:
"Thank you, everyone, and goodbye."
"Work hard for IMO" is still immersed in the shock of the girl suddenly becoming a man, unable to extricate himself.
"Work hard for the national gold medal" said: "Tomorrow, I will watch the anchor's math live broadcast. I am a freshman in high school, and I plan to apply for a math competition next year!"
The gender of the anchor is obsessed, boys and girls don't matter, "working hard to make money" is about learning.
As soon as the word "Gaoyi" was thrown down, it frightened the other Xueba fans.
"My little brother is a bit of a surprise. I thought you were a sophomore in high school, but you turned out to be a freshman?"
He talks about not wanting to live up to his high school career and leaving no regrets all day long, which makes everyone think he is a sophomore in high school. Because for high school sophomores, this year's biology competition is indeed the last time in their high school career.
Zhou Cheng called out "Xiuer to eat", Zhou Xiu went offline and turned off the live broadcast.
Liu Mei said, "Xiu'er eat more, your dad made it for you."
Once upon a time, Granny Zhou yelled at Zhou Cheng to add food to Zhou Feng and Zhou Kai, leaving all the chicken drumsticks and eggs for the two nephews. Zhou Cheng and Zhou Xiu had no part to eat when their saliva was dry, and could only watch others eat.
Although Liu Mei didn't think there was anything wrong at the time, the couple would have to rely on their two nephews to carry the ashes after a hundred years, and Afeng and Akai were the roots of the Zhou family, but she was gradually awakened by Aunt Li, and she was no longer confused.
The nephew belongs to someone else's family, but the daughter belongs to his own family.
Liu Mei gave Zhou Xiu a big chicken leg, "Xiu Er, eat it, both legs are yours."
Zhou Cheng rummaged through and found a chicken leg, and gave it to Liu Mei, "You eat it too. One is enough for Xiu'er."
He gnawed on the neck and buttocks of the chicken with a smile, eating it deliciously.
Liu Mei piled a mountain of shrimp and egg drop in his bowl, "Eat more."
…
Yude Middle School.
In the morning, Zhou Xiu came to the school. When walking up the stairs, for the first time, I met a bunch of juniors and juniors.
They all greeted each other: "Morning Xiushen."
"Morning, senior."
Zhou Xiu replied with a good morning, and quickened her pace to walk up to the teacher.
Zhou Xiu took out the breakfast made by Zhou Cheng, and when eating in the corridor, students of the same grade would greet her as they passed by.
Tidbits came to the classroom, put down her schoolbag and asked Zhou Xiu, "How does it feel to become famous overnight?"
Tidbits shook her phone and showed her a bunch of popular posts on the forum.
"Now you are a 'Xiu Shen' who is as famous as Xie Shen, and you still defeated Du Heng's Xiu Shen."
Zhou Xiu almost choked on his throat while eating the glutinous rice chicken.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Xiu's eyes appeared the picture of Tidbits pressing Du Heng's kiss.
Zhou Xiu threw the rubbish into the trash can and asked softly, "Will Xuxu be happy if I surpass Du Heng?"
Momo nodded vigorously, "I'm happy, Xiuxiu will be so upbeat next time."
Between Du Heng and the school's honor, of course the school's honor is important.
Tidbits took out a summer-style milk pudding from her schoolbag and pushed it in front of Zhou Xiu, "Drink more milk and nourish your breasts."
Tidbits glanced at Zhou Xiu's increasingly rounded curves. One spring has passed, so many boxes of Milk Deluxe are not in vain.
Du Heng's message popped up on her cell phone, "Is the pudding okay?"
"All right, it's delicious. Can I have mangoes and strawberries tomorrow?"
The author has something to say:
Trivia: I want to eat mango pan halberd, green tea Melaleuca, Xueha stewed papaya, rock sugar stewed pear...
Zhou Xiu: No, Xuxu, you don’t want to
Du Heng thought for a moment: Yes.