Originally, there was a little bit of guilt for misunderstanding Xu Qing, but now it has completely disappeared.
This man is so annoying.
Jiang He clenched his fists and went into the kitchen, intending to reheat last night's porridge, only to find that he had eaten at Xu Qing's parents' house yesterday and forgot to cook it when he came back.
"Do you want some noodles?" she called out of the kitchen.
"Is there no porridge?"
"It wasn't cooked last night."
"Oh."
"Do you want to eat?!" Without asking anything nonsense, Jiang He was a little irritable, then rubbed his stomach, counted the days with his fingers, and reluctantly went back to his room.
"Isn't it cooking noodles?"
Xu Qing wondered, what happened to this girl
"Wait and cook."
Jiang He's face was stinky, and he didn't know why he was so annoying.
After a while, Xu Qing, who stood for a minute longer than yesterday, pretended to let out a breath, entertaining himself as if he was a master of martial arts, and he had to let out a bad 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.
I can only see the hell... I just stood on the pile for a few days, and I can't even count it as exercise. The Sunflower Book didn't work so fast.
"I'll eat it for you." Jiang He, who came out of the room, had regained his composure.
"Puff...cough cough..."
Xu Qing, who was brushing his teeth, spat out a mouthful of white foam, "That's called boiled noodles! Don't say that in the future."
"Is it different?"
"Cook your noodles."
Xu Qing didn't want to and didn't dare to explain, otherwise this guy would definitely become angry...
It's really strange to think of it together, netizens are harmful!
A large pot of dried noodles cost two yuan a piece, plus two poached eggs that had been broken up. The egg white and egg yolk had been separated from each other, so they could only be reunited with a spoon.
Xu Qing put one-third of it in a bowl, and the remaining two-thirds belonged to Jiang He—a breakfast cost two yuan, and it was only three yuan with eggs, which made Jiang He more and more fond of cooking.
The food outside is deceitful, dark heart.
"If I eat this every day, I only need to spend more than one hundred yuan a month."
"You can drink water every day without spending a dime."
"..."
Jiang He didn't want to talk to him.
"No, you can live for seven days with only water and no food, but you still need to eat...you can eat one meal every seven days, and only drink water at other times, so that you can spend less than ten yuan a month." Xu Qing gave reasonable suggestions.
If there is a chance, let this ancient girl have a taste of the iron fist of socialism, otherwise she will think about it every day... She is not a college student who is in love, but still wants to eat noodles every day
Oh, college students don't eat noodles either, they eat steamed buns.
After breakfast, the computer was occupied by Xu Qing to study movies and novels. Jiang He didn't understand after watching it for a while, so he sat on the sofa with Nuan Baobao to read and study.
Books that Xu Qing bought when he had nothing to do in the past, such as the complete works of Sherlock Holmes, Journey in the White Night, The Ordinary World, etc., as well as the foundation of economics left in college—but this kind of book Jiang He only knows characters, not In other words, after reading the five thousand years of China according to the simplified and traditional guidebook, she gnawed hard at the novel when she had nothing to do.
As difficult as it may seem, something is still understandable.
Art is a social ideology that uses images to reflect reality but is more typical than reality, especially literature. Xu Qing wanted to borrow her granddaughter’s elementary school textbook from Aunt Cheng to teach Jiang He, but after careful consideration, she found that there was nothing wrong with it. use.
What Jiang He lacks is not those. She has her own thoughts and opinions, and she is very smart, but she lacks cognition.
To study the poems and articles of the ancients, and to do some reading comprehension of the sea and mountains, is far from being as simple as understanding social consciousness and concepts directly from literature.
As for mathematics... as long as you know how to count, what calculus equations, most people will never use them after school.
Learning is to improve one's own value, for a better life, and 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, it is another matter.
"You are so prone to myopia, you'd better put the book on the table to read."
Xu Qing, who was a little tired from working in front of the computer, stretched and turned to remind Jiang He.
"Shortsighted?"
"It's just that the eyes can't see clearly, and you need to wear glasses... The one with the glass on the face is often seen on the street."
He pointed to the bridge of his nose, suddenly got excited, and ran to the bedroom to find a pair of flat glasses that he used to pretend to be a comparison and handed it to Jiang He.
"Put it on and experience it."
"Wear it like this?"
Jiang He nestled on the sofa, put on his glasses with a book in his hand, blinked and turned to look around.
click.
Xu Qing finished the candid filming.
"What are you doing?" Jiang He felt that something was wrong with this person.
"I'll pass it on to you later, it looks pretty good." Xu Qing wasn't embarrassed at all. He took a closer look at Jiang He curled up on the sofa wearing glasses, and naturally sent the photo to Jiang He via WeChat, and then sent the picture to Jiang He from the table. He took the mirror and handed it to her.
"Look."
"… strange."
Jiang He looked in the mirror, took off his glasses and returned them to Xu Qing, instead of lying half-lying 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 my heart itch.
"Your father?"
"That's it... Has your second mother ever hugged you?"
"We often huddle together, and she hugs me tightly when it's cold in winter."
"Oh."
Disappointed, Xu Qing put away her glasses and sat down in front of the computer again.
"What are u doing?"
"Find a movie and see if you can try to be a film critic...a film critic."
Whether there are dates or not, it is good to make it well, and it is not bad if it is not done well. This is Xu Qing's philosophy.
Anyway, it’s a pity not to do something if you want to do some filming—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 this in a way you can understand... It's also a bit complicated for me. Anyway, let's do it first."
Xu Qing shrugged. Martial arts are dead. The martial arts movies in recent years are hard to describe in one word. It would be good to explore other things. They are all drainage, they are all movies, and they still have some things in common.
The key is to be aesthetically pleasing, to be able to understand what the movie is talking about, and to see what the people behind the scenes want to express through the movie, instead of letting it go with a laugh.
The basic conditions are there, and the rest is to study and learn.
"Smart people will never lack food. This is an era of brainpower. You have to learn to become smart quickly, don't be silly..."
As Xu Qing spoke, the phone next to him buzzed and vibrated, and it was Wang Zijun.
"where?"
"Family... what's the matter?"
"The part-time job." Wang Zijun cut to the chase, "Last time you mentioned that matter, I did some research, it's ok."
"How to do it?"
"Wait until we meet, I'll go there right away. I need to get some information about it."