While feeling entangled, I couldn't help but feel proud: Besides Teacher Xu, there was another person in charge of the town's facade.
I used to think that with such a poor teaching staff in the town, it would be good if they could steadily teach students until they graduate. The selection of key high schools and outstanding high schools was too far behind and had nothing to do with them.
But to this day, Principal Chi can't help but yearn for it: Maybe during his tenure, he still hopes to see the "Provincial Key Middle School" sign hanging on the school gate in the town!
"Lao Chi! Hey, Lao Chi, why are you giggling!"
Director Huang of the Education Department poked his head out of the office and couldn't help laughing, "Look at you leaning against the wall, eavesdropping and laughing. It's been almost half a day and you still haven't laughed enough? Teacher Xu and the others haven't set off yet. What if?
How happy must you be to come back with a prize?"
"Go! It's not a competition, there are no prizes or no prizes. It's just a performance report on behalf of the high school students in our province." Principal Chi came back to his senses and rolled his eyes at Director Huang angrily.
"Yes, yes, it's not a big deal just to go to Kyoto to report on the performance on behalf of high school students from all over the province." Director Huang joked, and then muttered, "You said that after two months of hard work, you still have to spend your own money to go to Kyoto to report on the performance, and even get a performance award.
I won’t even give it to you, that’s too stingy!”
After that, he remembered the business, "By the way, Lao Chi, those two bastards Chen Xuyang called Teacher Xu again."
"Looking for Teacher Xu? What are you doing? Ask clearly and don't say anything bad beforehand. We are about to go on an expedition. Don't you understand the priorities?"
Director Huang also meant the same thing. He coughed lightly and said to the bastard on the other end of the phone: "Did you hear that? Your principal has spoken. I have told you in advance that there will be no emotional changes for Teacher Xu. I will call her for you.
You are a grown man, why are you hesitating like a girl? If you have something to say, please tell me! If you don’t tell me, I will die!”
Chen Xuyang on the other end of the phone touched his nose: "It's not a bad thing, I'm just afraid that Teacher Xu will know what's going on in his heart. Oh, it's Director Huang. The photographer who shot our MTV video last time was not shot at Teacher Xu's house.
Were there many group photos? One of them was accidentally caught in a pile of work photos during the washing process. His assistant took it as a photo of the exhibition installation. He framed it and hung it in the exhibition hall. It would have been okay to take it down after he found it, but that group photo was...
A special reporter took the photo, published it in the Hong Kong City Evening News, and rated it as 'the happiest photo of the year'. We didn't know until Teacher Wu was notified to receive the award..."
Director Huang couldn't decide for a moment whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, but he thought it was a good thing to win an award, right? So he called Xu Suizhu over.
When Xu Suizhu learned about it, she couldn't laugh or cry.
Isn't it just a group photo? Or a family of three looking at the back of the sunset. Not only can't see the face, but the figure is just a rough outline. This was even accidentally published in the Hong Kong City Evening News, and it got a "
Gold Award for "The Most Happy Group Photo of the Year"?
Oh, my dear! The people of Hong Kong are so in need of love!
"Teacher Xu, Teacher Wu said that he will send this award to you later with a hot hand. But I am worried that you will know it too suddenly, so let me give you a call first..."
I see……
"Okay, I get it."
After hanging up the phone, Xu Suizhu went home and cooked a big meal for the two of them.
To be precise, I was cooking a big meal for Mr. Lu.
She took Baozi on a long trip, leaving him alone at home. During the day, she had to deal with the archaeological experts from Kyoto, which was really hard for him.
No, the boss suggested that she would like to have a meal of stir-fried vegetables and steamed meatballs made by the mother's own hands instead of the hands of the cook. Can she not be satisfied?
During this time, she often worked overtime and relied on cooking skills to cook. In her opinion, the meals made by high-tech products are full of color, flavor, and nutrition, but Baozi Daddy actually said it was not as delicious as hers, which was surprising!
"Let me make it clear first that it's not that I went late, but there seemed to be a lot more people buying pork today than usual. When I went there, one or two pieces of meat were gone. I guess they were rushing to pickle the bacon... This time the meatballs are steamed
It’s not available, but I bought pork ribs and ribs. How about stewing pork ribs with soybeans and cooking sweet and sour pork ribs?”
After returning home from grocery shopping, Xu Suizhu put down the lesson plan, put on an apron, and did not forget to explain to the boss to save him from thinking that he was greedy for convenience. Chopping meat cakes is naturally not as convenient as making soup with tube bones.
Lu Chixiao slowly raised the corners of his mouth and gestured for her to go to the kitchen.
Xu Suizhu looked at him suspiciously: "You're smiling so weird? What did you do?" Then she asked the little bun, "Son, I heard from the principal that you didn't go to the nursery in the afternoon. What bad things did your father lead you to do?"
Lu Chixiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He raised his hand and flicked her forehead: "Am I so unreliable? The two of us completed a difficult task this afternoon."
"Eat! Eat!" Little Baozi grabbed Xu Suizhu by the hem of her clothes and pulled her to the kitchen, mumbling.
"Baby, walk slower and don't fall. Are you hungry? Why don't you eat a twist mat to cushion your stomach first? Dinner may be late today..."
Just after I finished speaking, I looked up and saw dumplings neatly stacked on a chopping board on the counter.
I was dumbfounded for a moment: "This is..."
"These are handmade dumplings that my son and I made together after a busy afternoon. There are three flavors: cabbage and meat stuffing, leek and egg stuffing, and shrimp stuffing. You can find everything you like." Mr. Lu couldn't hide his face.
Feeling proud, "How is it? It's not bad, isn't it?"
Xu Suizhu looked at the little bun in surprise, and then at the bun's father: "Did you two make it? Real or fake? Come on, point to me, which one is the one in Doudou?"
"He is in charge of mixing the stuffing." Mr. Lu couldn't help laughing, "Catch the stuffing with your hands! Can you be creative?"
Xu Suizhu: "..."
Making a fuss for a long time is just sabotage.
But think about it: How can a one-and-a-half-year-old child make dumplings neatly? It would be great if it doesn’t cause trouble for the parents!
"Did you wash your hands before grabbing the stuffing?" Xu Suizhu took her son's little hand and asked.
Little Baozi seemed to know what she meant. He opened his little hands to show her, and then said hurriedly: "Eat! Eh!" He pointed at the dumplings.
"Okay! Mommy will make dumplings for you right now!" She glanced at Baozi's father with a smile, "You had a plan in advance, didn't you?"
He said he wanted to eat meat early in the morning, but ended up buying all the meat before her, making fun of her!
Boss Lu met her gaze with a smile: "'When you go out and dumplings go in,' tomorrow you will lead a team to Kyoto, and pay attention to safety on the way. When you come back, I will make noodles for you."
At this moment, Xu Suizhu felt very excited.
Just when the two of them looked at each other with affection, Little Baozi became anxious: Why don't you get rid of the dumplings? He couldn't wait to eat them. He stood on tiptoes, grabbed a raw dumpling and threw it into the foreign pot...
"You little snacker!"
Xu Suizhu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She pinched the tip of Little Baozi's nose lovingly and asked Baozi's father to carry the troublemaker to the outhouse while she boiled water and cooked dumplings.