There were still many people on the road, and I was a little nervous.
I'm really not used to hugging a boy who is almost a stranger in this way.
However, I discovered a very serious problem.
Han Jue is so good at pretending.
His driving skills are good enough to participate in competitions.
He walked calmly through the convoy and the crowd at a speed that was neither too speedy nor too slow. From school to home, there was no sudden braking, and I didn’t even need to hold his waist to get him safely. Stay in the back seat.
Angry! This person thinks I am a fool and will try to lie to me.
When the car stopped, I jumped out neatly, turned around, ignored him who stopped the car, went straight home, and closed the door.
Xiao Huang swam out. This snake was really a little fat. It lazily walked through the hall to greet me. It really looked like a housewife.
I stretched out my hand and let its big head slowly slide up my arm. I pulled the fat lazy snake towards the backyard and studied how Han Jue climbed over the wall last night.
The door was obviously locked, so I was angry. Can this person open the lock? In addition to being a gangster leader, he is also an amateur thief?
I locked the door and pressed the safety lock.
Get an inverted bottle at the back, pick it on a clothes rack, and then tie it to the door head with a thread, that is, cotton thread.
If Han Jue had the ability to open a secured door, come in, and push the door open, the door would easily break the thread, and then the bottle he picked up from the clothes rack would fall down and hit that bad guy's head.
After it was done, I clapped my hands, washed my hands, and cooked.
I want to cook a good meal for myself today. In the past, my conditions were limited and I couldn't cook it well. So I just made some noodles and I thought it would be good. Now I suddenly feel that I don't want to do this to myself.
I washed the kelp, soaked the dried shrimps, and added some ingredients that were not used in class today, some minced meat, tofu and green vegetables. These things were originally distributed in the Chinese food class, but today the Western food teacher had a seizure and did not come to class. Let us Went to have a chat. Everyone received the materials, but they didn't come in, so they brought them back.
I chopped all the ingredients finely and made a big pot of spicy soup. I knew the Chinese food I cooked always tasted good, but I didn't expect that I would make so much, six or seven bowls, right?!
I definitely can't finish it by myself.
Why do so many?
I pondered.
Then I felt a headache. It seems that my emotional intelligence is relatively low and I am not very suitable for this kind of mental activity.