Sure enough, it was Qin Huairu who came this time.
Moreover, before I came here, I didn’t know where I had made my hair. The braid was removed and it was tied into a ball, revealing a section of white neck.
I also washed my face and applied cream.
Unfortunately, after working in the workshop for many years, I have a faint smell of machine oil, mixed with the scent of cream. I can't say it smells good, but it's not unpleasant either.
Once familiar, Qin Huairu came in and changed her shoes directly.
After the last experience, I wore new socks on my feet, and finally I didn't show any timidity anymore.
When he walked in, he saw Du Fei's posture clearly and couldn't help but smile, "Young Master, you are so lazy!"
Du Fei put down his book, stood up, took a sip of malted milk, and said with a smile, "Sister Qin, I'm telling you, you'd better put your hair up to look better."
The pretty widow's cheeks were slightly red, "Young man! Tell me, what kind of cushion do you want to make?"
While talking, I looked at the furniture in the room, and I liked it more and more.
Du Fei patted the armrest of Arhat's bed and said, "Just this, make a thicker cotton pad and two big pillows, put them on both sides of the small coffee table."
Qin Huairu looked at it and said, "What mat? This is just a mattress shop!"
As he spoke, he began to measure the dimensions.
Du Fei warned, "Remember to nail the rope so that it can be tied to the bed and you won't have to go back and forth."
"I know~" Qin Huairu rolled her eyes. A man actually taught her how to do needlework. "By the way, what about the cotton?"
"I'll buy some tomorrow." Du Fei had some cotton coupons in his hand, but it was definitely not enough.
Fortunately, Chu Cheng, a big business owner, didn't have enough cotton coupons, so he wanted to give up.
Du Fei said again, "I left some corn noodles in the vegetable cellar. You can break some cabbage noodles later... Forget it, you should be better at this than me. Anyway, I'll leave those two old hens to you, and I'll wait to eat them."
It’s eggs.”
Qin Huairu laughed and said, "Don't worry~ Sister, I will take good care of those two old hens so that they can lay eggs for you next spring."
Du Fei said, "What are you waiting for next spring?"
The pretty widow looked like an expert and said disdainfully, "You grew up in the city, how could you know this? Chickens won't lay eggs when it's cold."
Du Fei laughed and said, "Who said that? I ate one just now!"
Then he pointed to the paper basket next to Arhat's bed.
Qin Huairu looked over and saw the egg skin as expected. She was surprised and said, "Did those two old hens lay it?"
Du Fei said, "If it's true, I found it with my own hands in the chicken coop."
"Can't?" Qin Huairu blinked her big eyes and ran out.
When he came back later, he still had a straw stick on his head and said in surprise, "Hey? Why is it so hot in your chicken coop?"
Du Fei briefly explained to her.
Qin Huairu suddenly realized that he did not expect such a fantastic idea, and he took it for granted that it was Du Fei's idea.
I couldn't help but admire Du Fei even more, and thought to myself, "Xiao Du is so smart, if he works in a factory, he will definitely become an eighth-level worker like the first uncle!"
Then I remembered what happened with Bangge, and wanted to go to the other side of Arhat's bed to talk.
But Du Fei shouted, "If you touch chicken daddy, wash your hands quickly!"
The pretty widow instantly blushed, glared at Du Fei angrily, and went to wash her hands obediently.
When she came out, Du Fei was sitting cross-legged, drinking malted milk from a cup.
"Okay, go ahead on your own." Du Fei gestured towards the table next to her.
Qin Huairu turned around and saw a yellow tin can.
In fact, she smelled malted milk as soon as she came in, but it was quite expensive and she was not embarrassed to ask for it.
Qin Huairu's memory of malted milk was when Jia Dongxu bought her two cans when she was pregnant.
After Jia Dongxu's death, their family's life deteriorated from bad to worse, and they were unable to afford food, let alone malted milk.
Qin Huairu was stunned for a moment, but without being pretentious, she took a cup, opened the tin can, and immediately smelled a fragrant and sweet smell of chocolate.
There was a small spoon in the jar. Qin Huairu took it and scooped it deeply. After thinking about it and shaking her hands, she poured it into a cup and poured boiling water on it.
A stronger smell hit my face.
Qin Huairu held the cup with both hands.
The water was a little hot, but she squeezed it tightly, as if she was afraid that the cup of malted milk would fall to the ground.
Du Fei looked at the steaming cup and suddenly thought of his grandmother.
It was probably around the 1980s when he went to his grandma's house.
Grandma, with her back bent, made him a cup of malted milk and brought it carefully like this...
"Xiao Du~Xiao Du?"
Du Fei was a little absent-minded, and he only came to his senses when he heard Qin Huairu calling him.
"Are you okay?" the pretty widow asked worriedly.
Du Fei shook his head, picked up the cup and took a sip. He finally had time to say, "It's okay, I'm thinking about something. By the way, what were you going to say just now?"
"Uh~" Qin Huairu said with a grateful face, "Thank you so much for today. I really have nothing to do with that kid Bangge! I beat him and scolded him, but he... I didn't expect that he was surrendered by you today.
Oh! Xiao Du, you are so awesome!"
At the end of the story, the pretty widow looked at Du Fei and almost had little stars in her eyes, she was already showing signs of being a crazy fan.
Du Fei waved his hands and said, "No need~ Sister Qin, please stop it! It's not as evil as you say."
Qin Huairu asked again, "By the way, Xiao Du, you said that as long as Bangge is admitted to a technical secondary school, he will really be able to..."
Du Fei smiled and said, "There is no water in what I said. Besides, it's not a secret. It's far away, but it's just in the courtyard. The third uncle knows all about this matter."
Qin Huairu frowned and said, "The third uncle knows, then why don't you let Yan Jiecheng go to a technical secondary school?"
Du Fei rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think it's so easy to pass the technical secondary school exam? The third uncle thinks that Yan Jiecheng must pass the exam!"
Qin Huairu had no idea about this and said stupidly, "Is it harder to get into a technical secondary school than to get into high school?"
Du Fei thought for a while and said, "They each have their own strengths. If you go to high school, you will be admitted to college. If you have a high degree, you will have to go through the college entrance examination. If you go to technical secondary school, you can work and earn money four or five years in advance."
Qin Huairu fell silent.
In her impression, the third uncle attaches great importance to learning, and several children in the family are doing well in studies.
Especially the eldest, Yan Jiecheng, Qin Huairu vaguely remembered that at that time, when she was pregnant with Xiaodang, she would go to the front yard to cool off under the tree in the summer, and she could always hear the third uncle bragging about how good Yan Jiecheng was at studying.
Unexpectedly, when it came to Du Fei's mouth, he mentioned Yan Jiecheng with condescending contempt.
It can be seen that she feels that Yan Jiecheng, who is good at studying, is nothing in Du Fei's eyes. If he were replaced by a good guy, wouldn't it be even worse!
But Qin Huairu still had a trace of luck in her heart, and said pitifully, "Xiao Du, what do you mean..."
Du Fei said bluntly, "Sister Qin, I'm afraid Banggeng is really not the material for study. Normally, if you go to school every day for elementary school courses, even if you are just having fun and don't study, you should still be in the middle of the class. Where are all the Banggengs ranked? Counting down.
A few~"
Qin Huairu's pretty face turned red and she was a little embarrassed.