Rebirth of the Flying Era

Chapter 104 Malt Milk

Sure enough, it was Qin Huairou who came this time.

Moreover, before coming here, I didn't know where to do it, the braid was removed, and a ball was wrapped, revealing a white neck.

I washed my face and applied cream.

It's a pity that I have worked in the workshop for many years, and my body has a faint smell of engine oil mixed with the scent of cream. It's not very good, but it's not bad.

Once raw and second familiar, Qin Huairou came in and changed shoes directly.

With the experience from last time, I wore new socks on my feet, so I finally didn't show timidity anymore.

When he walked in, he saw Du Fei's posture clearly, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Young Master, you are going to be lazy!"

Du Fei put down his book, propped himself up and took a sip of malted milk, and said with a smile: "Sister Qin, let me just say, you still look good with your hair up."

The pretty widow's cheeks were slightly red: "You're not slipping away! Tell me, what kind of cushions are you doing?"

While talking, while looking at the furniture in the room, I like it more and more.

Du Fei patted the armrest of the Luohan bed: "Just this, make a thicker cotton pad, and two big pillows, and put them on both sides of the small coffee table."

Qin Huairou took a look: "What kind of mat, isn't this just a mattress shop!"

While talking, start to measure the size.

Du Fei reminded: "Remember to nail the rope so that it can be tied to the bed, so you don't have to mess around with it."

"I know~" Qin Huairou rolled her eyes, and a man actually taught her how to do needlework: "By the way, what about cotton?"

"I'll go buy some tomorrow." Du Fei had some cotton tickets in his hand, but they definitely weren't enough.

Fortunately, with Chu Cheng as a big dog, he didn't have enough cotton tickets, so he wanted to take them away.

Du Fei said again: "I left corn noodles in the vegetable cellar, and you can break some cabbage later... Forget it, you should be better at this than me. Anyway, the two old hens are handed over to you, so I will wait for them." Eating eggs."

Qin Huairou laughed and said: "Don't worry, sister will take care of those two old hens, and I will lay eggs for you in the spring of next year."

Du Fei said: "What are you waiting for next spring?"

The pretty widow looked like an expert, and said contemptuously: "You grew up in the city, how did you know this, chickens don't lay eggs when it's cold."

Du Fei laughed and said, "Who said that, I ate one just now!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the wastebasket next to Luohan's bed.

Qin Huairou probed over and saw the egg skin, and asked in surprise, "These two old hens laid it?"

Du Fei said: "If it's fake, I found it by myself in the chicken coop."

"Can't you?" Qin Huairou blinked her big eyes and ran out.

When I came back later, there was still a grass stick on my head, and I was surprised: "Hey? Why is it so hot in your chicken coop!"

Du Fei simply explained to her.

Only then did Qin Huairou suddenly realize that there was such a whimsical idea, and she took it for granted that it was Du Fei's idea.

I couldn't help admiring Du Fei even more, and thought to myself: "Little Du is so smart, if he enters the factory to work, he will definitely be an eighth-level worker like the old man!"

Immediately, he remembered the matter of the stick again, and wanted to sit on the other side of the Arhat bed and talk.

But Du Fei shouted: "Touch the chicken cake, wash your hands!"

The pretty widow blushed instantly, 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.

"That's right, go ahead." Du Fei gestured towards the table next to her.

Qin Huairou turned his head and saw a yellow tin jar.

In fact, she smelled malted milk as soon as she came in, but it was quite expensive and she didn't have the nerve to ask for it.

Qin Huairou'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 went from bad to worse, and they were struggling to eat, let alone malted milk.

Qin Huairou froze for a moment, without being pretentious, took a cup, opened the tin jar, and immediately smelled a delicious and sweet chocolate smell.

There was a small spoon in the jar, Qin Huairou scooped it up deeply, thought for a while and then shook his hand, then poured it into a cup and poured it into boiling water.

A stronger smell hits the face.

Qin Huairou held the cup in both hands.

The water was a little hot, but she held it tightly, as if the cup of malted milk was afraid of falling on the ground.

Du Fei looked at the steaming cup and suddenly thought of his grandma.

At that time, it was probably in the [-]s, and he went to his grandma's house.

Grandma hunched over and made him a cup of malted milk, and brought it carefully...

"Xiao Du~Xiao Du?"

Du Fei was a little distracted, and only reacted when he heard Qin Huairou calling him.

"Are you okay?" the pretty widow asked worriedly.

Du Fei shook his head, picked up the cup and took a sip, and took a moment to say: "It's okay, I remembered something. By the way, what did you want to say just now?"

"Uh~" Qin Huairou said gratefully: "Thank you very much today, I really can't do anything about that kid! I beat him and scolded him, but he... didn't expect that he would be beaten today. You have surrendered! Xiao Du, you are amazing!"

In the end, the pretty widow almost stared at Du Fei's eyes, and she had already begun to show signs of being a fan.

Du Fei waved his hand and said, "No~ Sister Qin, you can stop now! It's not as evil as you say."

Qin Huairou asked again: "By the way, Xiao Du, you said that as long as you are good enough to be admitted to a technical secondary school, you will really be able to..."

Du Fei smiled and said: "My words are not watery at all, and besides, it's not a secret. If you don't talk about it, it's in the courtyard. The third master knows everything about it."

Qin Huairou frowned and said, "The third master knows, so why don't you let Yan Tiecheng go to a technical secondary school?"

Du Fei rolled his eyes and said, "You think the technical secondary school is so easy to take the exam? The third master thinks that Yan Tiecheng must pass the exam!"

Qin Huairou had no idea about these things, and said stupidly, "The technical secondary school is more difficult than the high school?"

Du Fei thought for a while and said, "Everyone has their own strengths. After entering high school, they will be admitted to university. They have a high degree of education and a high starting point, but they still have to go through the college entrance examination. If they go to a technical secondary school, they can work and earn money four or five years earlier."

Qin Huairu fell silent.

In her impression, the third uncle attaches great importance to learning, and the children in the family are all doing well in their studies.

Especially the eldest Yan Tiecheng, Qin Huairou vaguely remembered that when she was pregnant, she went to enjoy the coolness under the tree in the front yard in summer, and could always hear the third grandpa bragging there, how good Yan Tiecheng studied, it should be not bad.

Unexpectedly, when Du Fei mentioned Yan Tiecheng, it was condescending and contemptuous.

It can be seen that Yan Tiecheng, who she thinks is good at studying, is nothing in Du Fei's eyes. If it is replaced by a good guy, wouldn't it be even worse!
But Qin Huairou still had a little luck in his heart, and said pitifully, "Xiao Du, then you say it's great..."

Du Fei said bluntly: "Miss Qin, I'm afraid that a good student is really not a material for studying. It is said that in elementary school, if you go to school every day, even if you want to play and don't study, you should be in the middle of the class. Where are the good students? Already? Let’s count down a few~”

Qin Huairou's pretty face flushed, a little ashamed.

(End of this chapter)