Sea-hunting: With the system in hand, my eyes are the ruler

Meng Fei came every day except for that day. She looked healthy and healthy.

Otherwise, Zhang Haidai would not be able to sleep.

Meng Guo and Meng Fei said a few words and ran over again.

She weighed Jiang Han's things and did the math.

The total is 3600 yuan.

Meng Guo looked at Jiang Han with a smile, and Jiang Han felt embarrassed when Meng Guo looked at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Jiang Han, even though you said you didn't take special care of our restaurant, you still did, right?"

Jiang Han glanced at Meng Guo and said nothing.

Meng Guo chuckled, "Jiang Han, I knew you wouldn't be the kind of person who doesn't care about feelings."

Jiang Han still didn't respond. It was and wasn't. The main reason was that some of the things Lai Zhuang picked up were not easy to sell through other channels.

Meng Guo had already gotten the answer she wanted. "Anyway, I thank you on behalf of my sister."

She suddenly sighed, "My only regret this summer is that I didn't use your wood stove."

Jiang Han was speechless, "What's the use of a wood stove?"

"I miss it. When I was little, my grandma used to cook sweet potatoes on a wood stove. They were so delicious."

Jiang Han couldn't understand why Meng Guo's ideas were always weird.

"That's easy. I can just take you to stew it now." As for Fan Shu, just ask Aunt Guihua next door.

"No, I have to go to school."

"Now?" Today is only the 30th.

Meng Guo was also helpless. "In order to stagger the start time with other schools, our school set the start time to tomorrow. So I have to go there today."

Jiang Han felt empty inside. His sister had gone home, Zhang Haidai had gone to take an exam, and Meng Guo was also going back to school.

It has been like this for years. Whenever someone around him leaves, he feels like he has returned to the time when his parents left.

No wonder people say that unfortunate people spend their whole lives trying to heal their childhood.

He just can't stand being separated from people he knows.

Meng Fei came over and asked, "Xiao Guo, are you ready?"

"I'm ready. I can do it now."

Not long after, Meng Guo appeared at the door of the restaurant with a lot of bags.

She pulled out the electric three-wheeled motorcycle from the restaurant.

Then he put all the boxes in the electric three-wheeled vehicle.

"Sister, I've parked this three-wheeled motorcycle at the dock. Remember to ride it back when you have time."

Meng Fei didn't know what to say. Every time she went out, she took as little as possible with her.

Meng Guo is just the opposite.

Among Meng Guo’s things, there were also two plastic bags.

Meng Fei immediately noticed the two boxes of smoked fish on the top.

These days, she has been tinkering with some bottles and jars.

I guess she has a lot of pickled seafood hidden in her bag or suitcase.

"You're going there to study, not to escape."

"Sister, the food in the cafeteria can't compare to what you get at home. I'll have this smoked fish for dinner when I get to school. I'll save the rest for later. When I'm done, you can send me some more."

Meng Fei couldn't do anything about her sister, "Okay, I'll send it to you."

Jiang Han was also surprised when he saw Meng Guo had so many things.

When he was in school, his sister would prepare a lot of food for him, for fear that he would not eat well at school.

But he rarely took it and always told his sister not to touch it.

Meng Guo, on the other hand, wanted to move the entire Hollywood Hotel away.

If Meng Fei was willing to give up the chef, Meng Guo might even want to take the chef away.

"You have so many things, how are you going to carry them later?" Meng Fei felt a headache the more he looked at them.

You can get there by three-wheeled vehicle, but it is not easy to carry so many things on board.

"It's okay. I'll just check the two heavy boxes. Things are temporary, but people are alive. There's always a way."

Meng Guo smiled sweetly, revealing her dimples.

Jiang Han admired her optimism.

But Meng Guo's three-wheeled motorcycle had not driven far when a package fell off it.