Go to class and continue making my small pastries.
I quite like kneading dough. At this time, I can not think about anything and use my whole palm and my whole body and mind to feel the fusion process of flour and water.
I looked at how the flour completely swallowed up my hands, and then, little by little, I kneaded it into a smooth dough... In the end, my fingers, the sides of the basin, and the dough were all smooth.
This process does not require anyone’s help.
I can have a whole morning of happiness alone with my dough.
☆☆jin☆yao☆bu☆yu☆☆
When I got home, I realized something serious had happened.
A group of people at the entrance of the courtyard is usually a sign that someone is coming to my house to demand debt.
Because except for my stepparents, all the people living in our compound are serious people. And serious people generally don’t recruit gangsters, only gangsters attract gangsters the most, which is the so-called like-minded people.
Generally, I don't get involved in this kind of thing. I'm a person with little ability, so I just find a place to do my homework and wait for them to leave.
Anyway, even if you are a scum of society, everyone will contribute to China if you die.
I found a small bakery nearby. I often send them half-finished bread from the school for them to reprocess. As for what it will be processed into, it is not within my scope of responsibility.
Anyway, it's easy to work with people, so I found a table inside and did my homework quietly.
Vocational high school is actually a rather perverted place. You only need to make the noodles well to make the customers like them, so why do people have to go through such troublesome math and physics?
To be honest, these things are not difficult for me, they just take some effort.
Because there is no pressure to go to school. I do it well, but it is just like me doing other things well. It is not so much a responsibility as it is the inertia of life.
After finishing my homework, I helped my sister in the shop tidy up the outside bathroom. The bakery will close at around nine o'clock.
I continued to walk home. Sure enough, the gangsters were all bad-tempered, and they were all gone now.
After pushing the door and entering the courtyard, someone came up to her and said, "Zhuangzhuang, your mother was beaten very hard today. I heard that two bones were broken. She is now in the hospital. Your father said that he won't be back for a while."
To avoid the limelight, you'd better move out for a few days."
I was stunned for a moment, thinking I might have provoked a ruthless person now.
But, where can I live? Even if the outside world can accommodate me, it cannot tolerate my little yellow.