The marinated pork ribs kept making noises in the oil pan, and soon turned golden brown, exuding an attractive meat aroma.
Zhao Yaquan took out the ribs with a slotted spoon and put it on the plate. Then she saw her husband waiting next to him eagerly picked up a piece with chopsticks and gnawed it, and glared at him angrily.
"Smells! Tasty!"
Li Shuqing gave a thumbs up while chewing fried pork ribs, "Sure enough, a real chef still has to look at my wife."
"Oh, please take it out."
Zhao Yaquan said something funny, saying that the oil pan had to wait for it to cool down slowly, so she washed her hands first, walked out of the kitchen and said, "Strange, Miaomiao hasn't come back yet?"
Just as he was talking, he heard a noise at the door. Li Shuqing was about to speak, but he quickly walked over and opened the door.
Then the couple saw their precious daughter appear at the door with the key in her hand, and at her feet was a box of pure milk and some bread.
Seeing his father opening the door, Li Miaoyu bent down, picked up the milk box that was pressed by the bread, and moved it into the house with some difficulty.
"Give it to me."
Li Shuqing quickly helped her daughter pick it up, while Zhao Yaquan asked doubtfully: "Don't you have it at home? Why did you buy this?"
"I saw it in the supermarket downstairs and bought it."
Of course, Li Miaoyu couldn't tell the truth, so she mumbled something casually, then sniffed her little nose and looked at the dining table with bright eyes: "Mom, did you cook the food? It smells so good!"
"Hey, what do you mean?" Li Shuqing was unhappy all of a sudden. The little cotton-padded jacket was about to leak.
"Hey daddy, the food you cook is delicious too..."
Li Miaoyu ran quickly to the dining table to get the ribs, but was stopped by Zhao Yaquan: "How dare you stretch out your claws and try?"
Li Miaoyu had no choice but to retract her snow-white claws in the air, and turned her head to look at her mother a little aggrieved.
Zhao Yaquan said angrily: "Wash your hands first!"
"Uh-huh!"
Li Miaoyu nodded vigorously, and then while his mother was not paying attention, he quickly reached out to pick up the golden piece of spare ribs on the plate, blew it hard, ran to the bathroom, and took a bite at the same time.
The little mouth was full of oil and he mumbled: "It's delicious!"
Zhao Yaquan was helpless and funny at the same time. Seeing that her husband was still looking at the box of milk and bread bought by her daughter, she said angrily: "What are you still looking at? Eat!"
"I'm just wondering."
As Li Shuqing walked towards the dining table, he couldn't help but look back and murmured doubtfully, "That's quite a lot of milk...it's so heavy at noon, buy a box of milk...are you tired of the imported milk?"
Zhao Yaquan was also a little puzzled, but had no intention of going into details and said, "She can drink whatever she likes. Why does she care so much?"
"not that simple."
Li Shuqing shook his head, indicating that there might be something to this. He sat down at the table, picked up the chopsticks, and suddenly had an idea. As if facing a formidable enemy, he asked his wife: "Could it be a gift from a boy?"
Zhao Yaquan was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said: "Probably not. Send a box of milk at noon and ask her to carry it back... Which boy would be so heartless?"
"It makes sense."
Li Shuqing nodded and couldn't figure out what was going on for a while.
Zhao Yaquan, on the other hand, was thoughtful, and Li Shuqing couldn't help but ask: "What did you think of?"
Zhao Yaquan glanced at the bathroom and said to her husband with a half-smile, "Isn't it because your daughter is short-sighted?"
Many of these brands should not have entered the mainland market yet, which means that Li Miaoyu most likely did not purchase these products in the mainland.
In the county in 2005, there were not many such family environments in the entire county, right?
Of course, just as Li Miaoyu never worried that he would recognize these brands, he also never showed curiosity about these things.
At most, I just occasionally praise the dress that looks good on her.
Whenever this happened, Li Miaoyu would always look at him expressionlessly for two seconds, and then continue to read with his head down, never paying attention to him.
However, she continued to appear in the library, which can be regarded as a response in itself.
The library was still quiet and empty. Wei Qingfan walked to the table. Li Miaoyu seemed to be awakened by the sound of footsteps. He raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued reading.
Wei Qingfan didn't care. He sat down opposite her, opened the new book he just bought, and read it carefully.
After a while, he accidentally looked up and found Li Miaoyu looking at him, so he gave him a questioning look.
Li Miaoyu pursed her lips and asked softly: "Have you finished reading Das Kapital?"
"I've finished reading it a long time ago."
Wei Qingfan sighed, "But I didn't understand some things clearly, so I read it twice, and now I decided to take a break. I can't just immerse myself in a book all the time. I don't want to become a scholar."
Li Miaoyu's clear and pure eyes stared at him, her long eyelashes slowly flapped twice like butterfly wings, and she couldn't hide her curiosity and asked: "Then what do you want to be?"
Wei Qingfan smiled and said: "He is number one in the class!"
Li Miaoyu looked at him for two seconds, then rolled her eyes cutely, lowered her head and muttered in a low voice: "Impossible."
She was more lively in the library than in the classroom, but it was the first time that Wei Qingfan saw such a lively expression on her delicate face, which was always cold and refined. He felt a little cute and said with a smile: "So you are
She even rolls her eyes... Come on, perform another one."
Li Miaoyu rolled her eyes at him angrily, and then realized that she was obeying his teasing instructions. She wanted to glare at him or give him a blank look, but immediately realized that she couldn't do that.
She had no choice but to straighten her face again, regain her expressionless look, and no longer pay attention to this annoying guy.
Wei Qingfan glanced at the book in front of her and smiled: "Why are you reading "The Ordinary World" again?"
Li Miaoyu raised his head, rolled his eyes at him again, and then said: "I haven't finished reading it this time."
"How many times have you seen it?"
"This must be the fifth time."
Wei Qingfan asked curiously: "Do you like it so much?"
"Uh-huh."
Li Miaoyu nodded hard twice, with a serious and cute expression.
Wei Qingfan smiled and said: "I like it quite a lot, but I haven't read it so many times. The main reason is that both stories are too heartbreaking, especially when Xiaoxia died."
"Uh-huh!"
Li Miaoyu nodded vigorously again and said sympathetically: "Me too, I waited several days before watching the ending this time because I didn't want to see her die."
"understand."
Wei Qingfan nodded, "As long as I don't look, she won't die."
Li Miaoyu couldn't help laughing, but then he said with some melancholy and confusion: "Why do you think Lu Yao had to write her to death?"
"Maybe……"
Wei Qingfan thought for a moment and said with a smile: "This character would be perfect only if he died."
Li Miaoyu's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly. She thought seriously for a few seconds, then lowered her head and said, "I still think it's better not to die."
"If she hadn't died, maybe she wouldn't have made us worry like this."
Wei Qingfan made a specious analysis, "Besides, literati have different pursuits from us ordinary people. Otherwise, why would everyone like to write tragedies?"
This time Li Miaoyu didn't make a sound, but he nodded vigorously and said with some embarrassment: "I used to think about rewriting "The Ordinary World" by myself, but I couldn't even write the beginning. It was too different.
Already."
"Is it so powerful?"
Wei Qingfan laughed in surprise, "How many did you write? Let me read it."
Li Miaoyu shook his head, not knowing whether he hadn't written it or refused to show it to him, and then said: "I will write it again when I feel capable of writing it in the future."
"Okay, very ambitious."
Wei Qingfan gestured with his thumb, "I look forward to waiting and accompanying you."
Li Miaoyu glared at him angrily, lowered her head and continued reading, ignoring him.