Ye Susu sat cross-legged on the bed.
After studying the task, I felt a little lonely in my heart.
Xiao Zai Zai has grown up, and he is also looking for his good friend when sharing Kuai Luo, not Mommy.
But this is also normal. When the kitten grows up, it will always go to new places to expand its territory, take in younger brothers, and become the leader of Elvis himself.
If you stay by Mommy's side all the time, you won't be successful.
Ye Susu scratched her head with emotion, "Then let Ms. Song like catnip first."
But just after summarizing what to do, the sound of slippers outside approached again.
"Susu, are Ye Xun's little slippers in your room? This kid ran out without his shoes on."
While speaking, the door was pushed open from the outside.
Song Yiran appeared at the door, and next to her was a little Ye Xun who looked anxious.
He was pulling at the corner of her clothes, looking helpless as he wanted to stop her, but he didn't know what to do.
Holding the much cuter wrapping paper in her hand, Ye Susu temporarily hid behind her back, and picked up the little cub's slippers under the bed with her other left hand.
"Here it is."
Song Yiran took it and put it on the ground for Ye Xun to put on.
Just when she was about to speak, she glanced at Ye Susu.
"You have milk froth at the corner of your mouth?"
Ye Susu stretched out her hand and touched it.
Ice cream crumbs…
"cough."
Song Yiran glanced at her, then at Xiao Yexun who was in a hurry, and finally turned his gaze to the window beside the bed.
The window was open a crack, but not closed tightly.
Ye Susu's heart was in her throat.
But Song Yiran had already turned around with Ye Xun, as if he didn't see anything abnormal at all.
Ye Susu breathed a sigh of relief.
Ye Xun who left the room also panted lightly.
The holidays passed quickly.
At least from Ye Susu's point of view.
In Ms. Song's hometown, the air is fresher than the city, and even the quality of the food is much better.
She felt like she had fallen into a rice vat, and she lived happily every day.
Except that there were several times of fear later, for example, the little white dog, since entering the next door once, wanted to try again many times, and kept wandering around the door of the next room.
This directly caused Song Yiran to look at the neighbors with more and more frequent gazes.
Ye Susu was very nervous every time, and Ye Xun quickly brought the little white dog back and taught it not to pass.
But he himself, taking advantage of Song Yiran's inattention, sneaked close to the door of the next room again and again, putting his little hand on it, as if he was with his uncle just like that.
Ye Xun kept this action a secret from Ye Susu.
She saw it once in the kitchen.
The cub really misses his father.
However, this father cannot see the light for the time being.
He was also spurned by Ms. Song.
Looking at the task that changed Song Yiran's outlook, Ye Susu didn't know how to start, and felt melancholy.
"Ms. Song, the people from Miaomiao restaurant will arrive tomorrow. I ordered the ingredients. Well, Evergrande will deliver the food, but I paid for it."
As Ye Susu said, she put down the knife in her hand.
Song Yiran is tossing the fish in her hand. Her daughter loves to eat fish now, and if she doesn’t eat it every day, she will miss it. Now she buys fish every day and cooks it for her herself.
But when she heard the word Evergrande, she stopped washing the fish in her hands.
"Yeah. I've used that software too. There was a heavy snowfall two years ago, so I called it to deliver food home."
Song Yiran's expression was calm.
"Not bad, convenient."
Ye Susu blinked.
Is Ms. Song praising the other party
Ye Susu was a little hesitant, but when she looked out the window, she saw Zaizai's lonely figure outside, and remembered the snowman that Zaizai made in the past two days and the father and son version - because they both have dimples.
She sighed slightly, and with a guilty conscience put a sticker on Ms. Song's side.
"Well, this food delivery may be made by the cub dad."
Song Yiran didn't move her eyelids.
Ye Susu's heart skipped a beat, but he gritted his teeth and said again.
"Although he was not right back then, I have to admit that his brain is still good and he can do things well."
"The delivery of food is not expensive, and the quality is good. It solves the problem of many old people, children and lazy people who don't want to go out."
Song Yiran's eyelids moved when he heard this.
Ye Susu has good eyesight, she saw it at the first sight, and took three or four steps back with a bang.
She was afraid that Ms. Song was still in a fit of anger, so she would make fun of her.
But Song Yiran glanced at her, turned off the faucet for washing the fish, took the chopping board and put the fish on it.
Ye Susu panicked and was about to speak when she heard Ms. Song hum again.
"Indeed, the first time I used it, I even got a coupon. The fish I bought that day was half the price than usual, and the delivery was fresh."
Ye Susu let out a cry, a little courage appeared on his face.
"Really? I didn't think so before, but now I find that Ye Xunzai has a small head like a father."
"Mom, have you taught him first-grade mathematics these days, has he learned it all? I heard from Zai Zai that it's not difficult. He can memorize it after listening to it once, and it doesn't take much effort to do the problems. I thought of the answer."
Song Yiran gave her a hard sideways glance this time.
"My grandson inherited this from me."
Ye Susu: "... This, yes."
"Inherited from generation to generation," Song Yiran picked up the knife and flushed it with water, his face was not very good-looking, "Your IQ is like your father's. You don't like to use your brain, but your hands-on ability is not bad. Ye Xun followed me."
Ye Susu smiled ugly.
Mortals are really complicated.
Is this also up for grabs
"No wonder, I was puzzled. I get a headache when I see math problems. Why is Xiao Zai Zai so good? It is not a problem to learn three lessons a day. It turns out that I inherited the mind of the math teacher."
She glanced at Ms. Song's face, and quickly went back to describe it.
"Maybe, when Zaizai was in his mother's womb, he peeked at the handouts you gave to the students. Don't talk about elementary school, maybe he already knew the answer in junior high school mathematics."
Song Yiran finally couldn't bear it anymore and slapped her.
"What nonsense?"
But after the fight, her old face had turned into a flower with a smile, obviously being photographed by Ye Susu's flattery.
"Junior high school is still a bit early."
When Song Yiran opened her mouth, she was actually thinking about the feasibility of this flattery.
"I'm thinking, next year or the year after, maybe I can really learn the content of the fifth grade of elementary school. Then there will be the content of the preparatory class."
"But it's not in a hurry. The child lets him play more. What age is the age to do things? Wait until elementary school. I'm afraid I won't have time to study?"
Song Yiran was proud when speaking.
It can be seen that Ye Xun is smart, she saw it at the time, but recently after teaching this child the content of the textbook, she felt it more deeply.
And the more she felt it, the more proud she was of this child, and the more gratified she was when she grew old.
After all, it has always been the regret of her old teacher that her daughter can't study well.
In this life, she has taught many students, but when it was her child's turn, she struggled in the exams.
When Song Yiran mentioned education, he became excited.
She has retired long ago, and she has also resigned this time.
Now the enthusiasm for education can only be used on the children at home behind closed doors.
"His Chinese is also good. I tell him stories, and he can retell them. He can still remember the content after reading the storybook."
Song Yiran tapped the knife on the fish's head, feeling emotional, "At first, I thought, now that the child is going to take an exam, I want to make up lessons for him, and go to a better elementary school when I have the opportunity.
From the looks of it now, the child is fine, and he will definitely pass the primary school entrance examination. "
She didn't say this, but Ye Susu also observed it.
Song Yiran has been working harder than herself in her studies recently, not only in math textbooks, but she also borrowed Chinese and English textbooks from her colleagues, and came back to teach Ye Xun.
It turned out that it was for the entrance examination for junior high school.
"Susu, you have to fight hard. I checked on the Internet, and some of them have to interview their parents when they are promoted to junior high school. Parents also need to do test papers."
When Song Yiran said this, she was a little serious.
"The child is fine, don't let you lose the chain. While you are not working, you can search for topics on the Internet and study more. If you want any textbooks, I will borrow them for you."
"Huh? I also want to take an exam?"
Ye Susu was stunned.
Before she knew it, she was led astray by Song Yiran.
The small face is directly whitened.
"This, I can't, I won't."
When she reads a book, she just wants to tear it up. This is a century-old habit brought to her bones.
It is too difficult for her to study.
Song Yiran cut off the head of the fish with a click of the knife,
The old face couldn't stop hating iron but not steel.
It is nothing new that my daughter is poor at school and doesn't like to study!
It is true to say that she was delayed by that incident back then, but without Ye Xun, it is doubtful whether she would have been able to pass the 211 exam.
Thinking of this, Song Yiran's eyes could not help but drift to the next door.
In the interview with the parents of the children who were promoted to primary school, it is estimated that only that person can do what questions are really tested.
If you count on your own daughter, it probably won't work.
She has complicated eyes.
At this moment, I have to be thankful that Ye Xun didn't inherit his mother's IQ.
And when Ye Susu's face turned pale, she finally heard the system tone.
[Ms. Song's affection for Zai Zai's father has risen.]
[Currently: 75%.]
Ye Susu: "???"
Why is this so inexplicably favorable
She looked at Ms. Song blankly, and saw Ms. Song looking at her with a disgusted expression.
"I'm counting on you to take the exam, but it's really hopeless."
Ye Susu: "..."
okay!
It's a good comparison!
She's a scumbag, has she already shown the superiority of the child's father
Song Yiran really took a liking to her, and her face brightened, "Today there are too many eggs, you can send a poached egg to the neighbor next door, and bring a bowl of my stewed fish."
These are all good things for the brain.
"Good."
If Ye Susu hadn't confirmed that she had done a good job of keeping secrets, she would really doubt that Ms. Song already knew who the next door was.
On the second day, the sun was shining brightly, and the crisp sound of birdsong could be heard early in the morning, and the sky was spotlessly blue.
Parked on the side of the road, a piece of paper was pasted in front of the driver's seat glass of a bus.
The big characters on it are very eye-catching—Miao Miao restaurant continues to lead.
People who don't know probably thought it was the name of the crew.
But it happens not.
Zhang Leyue wore a bright red peaked cap, like a little tour guide, and held up a built-in microphone, "Have everyone got on the bus? Sit down quickly, I will start roll call."
To write a line of business, it is necessary to be like a line.
This is the basic literacy of a screenwriter.
As long as you pay attention to observation and are willing to imitate, materials from all walks of life can be found everywhere.
Zhang Leyue obviously had requirements for her cosplay today.
But the bus was extremely noisy.
"Xiao Zhang, when can we arrive? The group said eleven o'clock?"
"Who has motion sickness medicine, oops, I forgot to bring it."
"Li Duo is going to buy mineral water, Xiao Zhang, take the roll call and so on."
"And the gardener, went to the toilet in the office building next door, and he hasn't come back yet."
"By the way, we drive for three hours, can we go down to the bathroom?"
It's like a sightseeing group is about to enter a tourist attraction!
Zhang Leyue is a little skeptical about life. Is this still a group of high-quality eaters who go to gourmet food? It's like an old group!
The lady sitting in the first row and wearing a sun hat stretched out a pampered hand with a bracelet towards him.
"Son, open the window here for me. It's a little stuffy. The air in the car is not very good. Also, what about the bag you helped mom carry? Spray me some more sunscreen spray."
Zhang Leyue knows now.
Tour guides are not human.
He will also write a script next time to sing the praises of this great profession.
After the work was over, the roll call was finally finished, and Zhang Leyue took the list paper to wipe the sweat from her forehead when she sat down in her seat.
But after wiping it off, he was taken aback.
wait, wait...
Did he silently do strange jobs for the proprietress again