Then there were a bunch of people sharing about her daily life, such as why there was a girl in the dormitory snoring, so and so talking in her sleep at night and scolding the teacher, which teacher was really mean, drawing a circle and cursing him, etc.
Su Jiang smiled calmly and wrote back:
"Sister Wanqing, let me tell you some good news. If nothing else happens, I will come to Huaqing."
"I will use my own strength to tell everyone in the world that I, Su Jiang, will make you the happiest woman in the world sooner or later!"
"I don't know if my sister's hair reaches her waist. I want to comb my sister's hair. Please don't cut it."
"Sister Wanqing, I miss you a little. I miss the faint fragrance on your body, I miss your domineering yet tender tone when you speak, and I miss you calling me little Susu in person."
...
Another love story.
Without using those gorgeous words, the three-line love poems and the seven-character quatrains are all the stuff of primary school students.
In the simplicity, there are true feelings everywhere, sharing interesting stories about each other, and explaining how much we miss each other in our hearts.
After Su Jiang finished writing, he stuffed the postcard into the envelope.
As soon as I came downstairs, I met Su Xinrong who was just returning home.
Su Jiang looked at the electric tricycle driven by Su Xinrong.
A black line passed over my head.
I saw a small tricycle that had been lengthened and had a huge billboard on it: Lao Su Fried Rice.
This name really can't be described as a bit earthy.
It's just blatantly stupid, okay?
Now that he is such a naked champion, he actually doesn't take advantage of the traffic and calls it "Number One Scholar Fried Rice".
Why call it Lao Su Fried Rice?
Hey, if Su Xinrong were to run a company, he would probably lose money to his grandma's family.
But it was done, and Su Jiang didn't say much.
If you can make the best egg fried rice by yourself, you won't have to worry about running out of business.
the next day.
Su Jiang was woken up early in the morning by the extremely excited Su Xinrong.
I looked at the time and it was just after five o'clock.
"Dad, why did you call me so early?" Su Jiang said in a daze.
"Xiao Jiang, your mother and I are going out to set up a stall. Why don't you come with us? I'm afraid we won't be able to do it well."
Su Jiang originally wanted to refuse.
Then I thought that if I went there myself, I might be able to earn some shock value.
He got up from the bed in a flash.
Su Xinrong had great ideas about where to set up his stall. He chose a corner in an industrial area where there was an open space.
It's very suitable for setting up a stall. If you want to eat, you can just stop.
Su Xinrong was worried that he wouldn't be able to sell much today, so he only cooked three rice cookers at home and put them in a stainless steel bucket.
However, I waited for ten minutes.
Surprisingly, no one stopped to buy it.
No... Su Jiang was confused.
Keep waiting.
But no one came to buy it until 6:15.
Even if no one came, I was still hungry.
Su Jiang turned on the stove and prepared a portion for himself.
When Sujiang was working hard to stir-fry.
An old woman sweeping the floor passed by.
She couldn't help but feel a little sad when she saw such a handsome young man like Su Jiang setting up a stall.
"Young man, why are you setting up a stall at such a young age? Why don't you find a stable job?"
The aunt stopped her sweeping tricycle as if she had come here, and asked about Su Jiang.
Su Jiang was busy stir-frying and had no time to talk to Auntie.
After a while.
Sujiang has fried egg fried rice.
"Gulu!"
A sound of swallowing was heard.
Su Jiang looked up.
Don't know when.
The aunt who was sweeping the floor had already got off her sanitation truck and gathered in front of the stall, looking at the pot of golden egg fried rice with stars in her eyes.
"Young man, why does your egg fried rice look different? Is your rice special?"
ps: Dear handsome beauties, are your urges special? Why do I want them so much?
