Song Tan Jishi

For old classmate Song Tan, everyone still trusted her very much, and didn't notice that she was sharpening her sword at all.

At the moment, I was tidying up the dirty self in the yard, unable to move because of the saliva dripping from the aroma from the kitchen, and at the same time being urged by the big sun and Ulan's enthusiasm, I took three steps and two steps living room.

Good guy!

As the cool wind blew past, everyone felt their hot hearts were soothed, and their tense bodies instantly eased.

The children were obviously happier. Now they ran to the baskets and baskets that Ulan had temporarily placed in the corner, drilling and crawling around, feeling very uncomfortable.

The basket and the ground were covered with milky white cloth, and several mothers surrounded them curiously.

"Oh, this thing is really interesting—come on, son, do you know what this is?"

"This cloth looks very strong, and it's not afraid of being scratched by the basket for children to play with..."

Of course, this is a model for children to be raised extensively, and people who raise them carefully will not bring them to the countryside in hot weather.

"That's right, Song Tan, where did you buy this cloth? Later on, I'll also buy two beds for my son's enclosure. The cushion is made of sponge, and he always picks it."

Song Tan went over to have a look—it was white, coarse cloth.

Could it be an old coarse bed sheet?

Unexpectedly, when Ulan entered the door, she laughed loudly: "You can't recognize it, it must be more than 20 years old-this is a sack from the postal company in the past, and Aunt Tan Tan's relatives made it at that time. The postman, after one round and two rounds, everything has arrived at our place."

After finishing speaking, I am afraid that young people will be disgusted, so I have to say a few more words: "This is dried before moving. It is strong and clean. It looks rough, but it is actually very breathable. In the past, this thing was spread on the bed, and I couldn't sleep for decades. bad."

Ah!

Those who are willing to let their children crawl around in the baskets don't think the sacks are bad!

At this moment, everyone became interested: "I want to buy it too...Really, it's refreshing and comfortable to look at..."

...

Here, Wu Qianqian finished her makeup in front of the mirror, holding the powder box to look around, and at the same time patting powder on her face.

The more he looked at Song Tan, the more angry he became.

On the other hand, the girls beside him were hesitant, and still wanted to divert Song Tan's attention, so they asked:

"Wu Qianqian, how does your powder cake work?"

Wu Qianqian immediately became proud, closed the lid with restraint and carelessness, and displayed the big logo in front of everyone:

"It's not bad, generally, it's not expensive, it's only 560 yuan."

560? Really rich.

Song Tan stood far away and listened, looking at Wu Qianqian so tenderly that her eyes were dripping with water.

However, several female students were stunned, and then looked regretful:

"Ah! You paid the full price..."

"I have one too, but it's not from this series. It's 20% off for Chinese New Year events!"

"Let me tell you, you have to wait for Double Eleven to buy. Buy one get one free. If you don't want so much, you can also order with others. It only costs more than 200!"

Speaking of how to get discounts, everyone has a lot to talk about!

Wu Qianqian, who was ignored again: ...

Damn it! Why is no one envious of her being rich and willing to spend money!

Seeing this, Song Tan couldn't help laughing sullenly again.

How should I put it, times are changing. In the past, people were ashamed to say they were poor, and they felt ashamed when they said it. When buying something, the core point of showing off is-expensive!

but now.

Everyone opened their mouths and shut their mouths to drink the wind and eat the soil. The combination of northwest wind and concrete showed poverty vividly. When it comes to shopping, the original price is not important, what matters is how much cheaper it is...

In comparison, Wu Qianqian seemed to have been frozen in time for more than ten years!

emmm... Song Tan thought to himself: Dear Qianqian, it really is still such a dish.

...

Everyone knows Qianqian's dishes, but everyone hasn't had time to taste the sweetness of tremella soup.

Seeing that everyone entered the house, while admiring and admiring the new house, he involuntarily picked up a bowl of white fungus soup under Ulan's enthusiasm.

"Come on, try it, our family's tremella soup is well-known! The guests in the imperial capital are urging for it every day. And the Ningcheng Third Hospital knows? Several departments buy from us! There are also sick numbers..."

real or fake?

It is rare for the enthusiastic and honest Ulan to boast so much. Everyone was a little skeptical that the chilled white fungus had no aroma, so that after everyone tasted it, the whole spacious living room fell silent for a moment!

Just... how can it be so delicious!

The squad leader stared blankly at his spoon—he often boasted that old men don’t like sweets, so he refused all desserts, but now...

Wuwuwu, if the desserts are so delicious, why on earth did he refuse? !

And this white fungus soup is very sweet, the white fungus is torn into pieces, as the thick soup passes through the mouth, the whole person seems to be able to feel the cool and nourishing sweetness!

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

Everyone took away the spoons, endured and endured, and still gurgled into the bowl——

Silky, thick, sweet, and cooling!

After one bite, it's like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, without tasting it at all!

Several thick-skinned male classmates stared at Ulan: "Auntie..."

But Ulan didn't seem to know anything, and now she just smiled honestly and kindly to herself: "Oh, young people have a good appetite, and I said that I would never be able to finish cooking such a big pot this morning! I didn't expect that This is all eaten—do you still want to eat? Shall I cook another pot?"

You said, how thick-skinned it is to cope with it!

The most important thing is, boil it now, only in the Year of the Monkey can it be eaten!

Everyone lowered their heads and reluctantly scraped the residual soup with spoons.

Only Wu Qianqian.

She is angry, but she must not suffer! So when Song Tan gets angry, he has to eat it from Song Tan's house!

Eat a lot, just don't spend money to buy things!

Ha, let's see what you do!

Hmm... I can't just buy nothing, the watermelon is still good, so let's buy one... two, three or four first!

Five at most, six can't be too big... Too many can't do it!

Who made Song Tan too arrogant!

snort! She teased herself, and she also wanted to play with Song Tan's emotions!

For example, give her hope first——

"Song Tan, this white fungus soup is really delicious! Is this the white fungus from your family? How do you sell it? Give me two catties!"

Then, to shatter hope severely——

"Ah, no, I can't buy that much, I spend too much this month..."

You have to leave a loose button and pretend to have hope, so that she can't stop trying to sell herself!

Wu Qianqian sat back on the sofa proudly.

However, in the next moment, Song Tan sighed: "Qianqian, you are so kind. But there are too many people who have made reservations. If you want a catty, I'm afraid that other students won't have enough... If you really want to buy it, I can eat half a catty for you."

Wu Qianqian:? ? ?

No update tonight, it is not convenient in my hometown, just look at the efficiency...

Good night my star of Tuscany.