The wholesale farmers market has everything you need at cheap prices and in large quantities.
Xie Wanying, who is here for the first time, is as knowledgeable as Grandma Liu when she visited the Grand View Garden.
Following Senior Brother Cao, she was like a primary school student studying, remembering what kind of things could be bought in which area. The place here is too big, so goods are sold in different areas.
Along the way, Cao Yong took her to buy seafood first. He knew that she came from the south and liked to eat fish, shrimps and crabs. However, these are not local products in the inland of the capital, and it is difficult to buy them in general markets.
If you have to take root in other places all year round and live far away from your hometown, the first hurdle you have to pass is the food hurdle. It may be difficult to eat familiar ingredients from your hometown for the rest of your life.
Senior Brother Cao brought her here, probably because he wanted to tell her that if she wanted to eat, she could still buy it here. Thinking of this, Xie Wanying felt warm in her heart.
It was ten o'clock when the two of them carried large and small bags back.
After arriving home, she took a break and drank a glass of water. Her senior brother took her to the balcony to see Mo Mo.
Mo Mo is the name of the tortoise raised by senior brother. It is a tortoise that is ten centimeters long. It can only be said that senior brother Cao is really good at keeping pets.
The sun was good today, and the owner allowed it. After Mo Mo came out of the water tank, he crawled slowly on the balcony floor, showing off the leisurely energy of a turtle.
How slow can Mo Mo crawl? He can move his legs once a minute.
So lazy and leisurely.
I have learned something. Xie Wanying thought to herself.
If you want to enjoy life, you need to know how to slow down.
Cao Yong, who had given her a cup of Huiyuan juice, walked back to the balcony and saw her sitting on a stool with her head tilted and watching the turtle doze off. He put the water glass on the table beside him, got closer, hugged her shoulders, and let her
She rested her head on her shoulder to sleep.
The door was not closed tightly. Huang Zhilei noticed this when he led a group of people upstairs and directly opened the door and entered the house.
The sharp-eyed people saw the figures on the balcony, and then they all tiptoed into the house and found their own seats in the living room.
Not long after, there was a banging sound in the kitchen, and the guy who couldn't cook dropped the chopping board to the floor.
Xie Wanying rubbed her eyelids, as if she had just had a dream. When she looked up, she saw her senior brother's hand touching her head.
"If you're sleepy, go to the guest room and take a nap." Cao Yong said to her.
When I came back to my senses, I saw my senior brother going to the kitchen, so I quickly followed him out to help. When I came to the living room, I saw a group of classmates and Dr. Song had arrived.
Classmate Wei Shangquan and Dr. Song were playing game consoles in front of the TV. Classmate Geng was sitting in the corner of the sofa, reading a book. Classmate Pan was in charge of making tea. Only the little idiot Senior Brother Huang dropped the chopping board in the kitchen.
Huang Zhilei was so angry that his nose almost crooked. Why was he the only one who worked hard and something happened to him?
You can't touch anything in the kitchen at Senior Brother Cao's house, and Senior Brother Cao is a master who knows how to cook. Everyone has this awareness, but Senior Brother Huang doesn't.
After being glared at by Senior Brother Cao, Huang Zhilei hurriedly walked out of the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Play chess."
Now no one will go into the kitchen because classmate Xie went in.
After a while, the doorbell dinged, dingdong, a guest came.
The person closest to the door went to open the door, and the cute little girl who appeared at the door was surprising.
The six-year-old child who came in was pushing a newly purchased shiny children's bicycle with great fanfare. He had a beautiful face with peach cheeks and a small forehead with blown bangs. The most important thing is that this extremely beautiful little face is obviously
Whose style is it like?
The child shouted in a small voice: "Uncle San."
Cao Yong stopped patting the flesh with the knife: he should have known that Dr. Ye's mother would not miss such a good opportunity.
