The next thing was very boring, Jiang Feng had already seen too many people sleeping in his memory, and he had no interest in appreciating the sleeping posture of the handsome guy.

Taking advantage of Zhang Guanghang's sleep, Jiang Feng tested his range of activities this time, which was not very large, and it was only five or six meters away from a wall that could barely penetrate the wall. With such a small range of activities, Jiang Feng was destined to not be able to walk around while Zhang Guanghang was sleeping, so he could only look at Zhang Guanghang's bookshelf.

In fact, Zhang Guanghang's room is quite modern, from the current point of view, it is a normal child's room more than ten years ago, bed, desk, bookshelf, wardrobe, except that the room is a little bigger, there is no difference from other children's rooms.

The books on Zhang Guanghang's bookshelf are basically in French, and the Chinese books are those books that make people have a headache and don't want to turn down, such as "The Mean", "Analects", and "Zhou Yi", which I don't know why he reads and whether he can understand it, and the only one that makes Jiang Feng feel more normal is "Shiji".

If there is an annotation in this "Historical Records", it should still be able to read as a storybook.

In addition to these confusing books, Zhang Guanghang's bookshelf has many notebooks, sticky notes, all kinds of notebooks and scratch paper stacked together, very clean and tidy, so neat that it does not look like a desk that a normal child who has to write homework every day should have.

Jiang Feng vaguely remembered that when he was tidying up his desk after graduating from high school, he accidentally turned out a bag of hairy squid fillets that had been missing for a year under the nearly half-meter-thick scratch paper and exercise book.

When Zhang Guanghang finally woke up, Jiang Feng was so bored that he began to count the stains on the wall.

After Zhang Guanghang woke up, he began to write his homework, and after writing for more than an hour, Xia Muqi came in to check his study progress. Xia Muqi actually can't understand anything like Jiang Feng, the way he checks the progress is to judge how many words Zhang Guanghang has written, as long as he feels that he has written enough words, the progress is OK.

In this regard, Jiang Feng could only sigh, it was not easy for Zhang Guanghang to live so normally and so big.

After finishing my homework, it was almost time for the evening to open, and there were four tables of guests in the evening as at noon, and even the dishes ordered were very different. Compared to the more modest lunch and dinner, it is relatively hearty, and there is a stew with mushrooms and chicken.

A whole chicken and two people can't eat it at all, Zhang Guanghang is the age of the long body, and the amount of food is relatively large, but it is only the amount of food of normal peers. Xia Muqi's remaining small half plate of stewed chicken with mushrooms was put in the refrigerator, signaling Zhang Guanghang to watch TV, Jiang Feng reacted that Zhang Guanghang didn't seem to have any entertainment in the day.

He didn't know how it was in the morning, but according to his previous memories, Zhang Guanghang should have accompanied Xia Muqi to buy vegetables in the morning. The whole day was either cooking or studying, and he only watched TV at night, such a familiar life made Jiang Feng's eyes moisten.

Isn't this his winter and summer vacation in elementary school and junior high school?

The TV was in a special room, and at this time Jiang Feng had to complain, he didn't understand what Xia Muqi's allocation and decoration concept of the house was.

It stands to reason that there are only two people living in Fenyuan, and Xia Muqi and Zhang Guanghang's house should be next to each other. But in fact, this is not the case, and the room between Xia Muqi and Zhang Guanghang is fifty meters apart, to say the least.

Except for the normal furnishings of the main hall, there are Bogu shelves, decorations, tables, chairs and benches, and the rest of the houses are so decorated that people can't understand what those rooms are used for. Maybe it's just that the house is too big, and there are too many rooms and I don't know what to do, so it's decorated with things inside this and stuffed with things inside, making it nondescript.

Some rooms only have cabinets, some rooms only have beds, some rooms look like warehouses, and some rooms are confusing.

For example, in the room where I watched TV, there was only one table, two chairs and an old square TV in a room with an area of 40 square meters. The table wasn't in front of the chair yet, the table was for the TV.

After watching TV, Zhang Guanghang washed up and went to sleep, and Xia Muqi went back to the room to make a phone call—Xia Muqi had a mobile phone.

Xia Muqi likes to walk around when he is on the phone, and as long as the phone is long enough, he can even go around the garden. It's just that this time the call didn't seem to be so pleasant, and Jiang Feng heard Xia Muqi's roar from afar. In order to hear clearly what he was shouting, Jiang Feng deliberately walked to the place closest to Xia Muqi, and half of his body was stuck in the wall before he could barely hear clearly.

"Fart, he's just a thirteen-year-old child, you let him accept it himself, understand what you eat? He ate sugar gourd two years ago, he could paste it on his face, you let him accept it, when I went back to Beiping, I found that everyone was dead, and I couldn't accept it when I was in my twenties!"

Xia Muqi's voice suddenly rose high, startling Jiang Feng.

"If you can cheat in the first two years, why can't you cheat this year?"

"I can't hide it? I can't hide it from him for ten months a year, and you adults can't hide it for two months. What's wrong with not seeing you? You two are still alive, will he see you when he goes back? Don't talk so much nonsense to me, I warn you not to talk about it. ”

Jiang Feng couldn't hear the words clearly, because Xia Muqi scolded and walked away.

Jiang Feng could feel that in the long list of words just now, Xia Muqi had many swear words that had been scolded and swallowed back hard. In the end, what was the specific result of the negotiation Jiang Feng was clear, presumably Xia Muqi won.

Because after Xia Muqi finished the phone call, he went to Zhang Guanghang's room to find Zhang Guanghang with a stinky face, and told him that he didn't have to go back to France in half a month.

Zhang Guanghang asked Xia Muqi why, and Xia Muqi made up a reason and said that your aunt and uncle ate bad things, got sick and went to the hospital.

Zhang Guanghang believed in such a reason without any suspicion, it can be seen that Zhang Guanghang is still very deceiving at this time, but it depends on who the person who deceived him is.

As Jiang Feng expected, after breakfast the next morning, Xia Muqi led Zhang Guanghang to buy vegetables. Along the way, I also met other uncles and aunts who walked the corner, all of whom lived nearby.

They saw that Zhang Guanghang looked accustomed to it, and did not show too much surprise. The relationship was lighter, so he nodded at the two of them as a greeting, and the one with a better relationship greeted directly: "Yo, go grocery shopping." ”

The vegetable market is still the one I saw in my memory last time, but there is no uncle selling sugar gourds at the door, but there are sugar sellers. Xia Muqi saw that there was a candy seller and asked Zhang Guanghang if he wanted to buy a candy man to eat, Zhang Guanghang shook his head and refused.

Buying vegetables is still a way to buy vegetables as you like, there is no set goal, take a walk around the vegetable market, buy what you see is good, and what you buy will be eaten at noon and at night today.

I don't know if it's because Xia Muqi came a little late today, he didn't like the fresh food, but just symbolically bought a few catties of pork and some vegetables. In the end, he still felt that there were too few vegetables and there was really no way, so Xia Muqi ordered six chickens from the chicken vendor and asked him to send them directly to Fenyuan later.

After buying vegetables, Xia Muqi went home with the vegetables, but Zhang Guanghang was unwilling, took La Xia Muqi's hand and signaled him to stop, reminding: "Take pictures." ”

Xia Muqi then remembered that there was still such a thing as taking pictures.

Anyway, there weren't many dishes, so Xia Muqi directly carried the dishes and led Zhang Guanghang to the photo studio.

Very old photo studio, Jiang Feng felt that at this time Beiping City should be full of photo studios, and it was not easy for Xia Muqi to find such an old photo studio. Just looking at the signboard and the inside of the photo studio, Jiang Feng felt that this photo studio was almost no different from the photo studio where Jiang Huiqin and Li Mingyi took wedding photos, but the camera was not the antique camera back then.

Such an antique photo studio has a business that can be imagined.

The boss didn't expect a guest to come to the door early in the morning, and he was very enthusiastic and asked, "Old man, bring your grandson to take pictures." ”

After speaking, the boss noticed that Zhang Guanghang was not a pure-blooded Peking child, and immediately praised: "Yo, your grandson is still a mixed-race, and he is really good-looking." ”

Xia Muqi was thinking about something else and didn't care what the boss said: "Take a group photo." ”

"Do you want to change your clothes? We have retro kaftans and suits in our store, and if you change clothes, you only need to add 20 yuan, which is much cheaper than other photo studios. The boss enthusiastically promoted, "It's just that you two came too early, and the makeup artist hasn't come yet, but you two don't need makeup, and your grandson looks so cute no matter how you take pictures." ”

Jiang Feng looked at the store, there were very few clothes in this store, there were about seven or eight pieces of clothes in this store, and there were some inferior props piled up in the corner, except for this boss, there was no second person, so Jiang Feng couldn't help but wonder if the makeup artist in his mouth existed.

"You don't need to fix those virtual things, just take a group photo. Xia Muqi said.

"Okay. The boss was still enthusiastic, and led Xia Muqi and Zhang Guanghang to the place where the photo was taken, and pointed to the only Taishi chair in the props that looked more quality and texture, "Do you think this is okay? You sit on the chair and let your grandson stand on the side, so it looks better to shoot." ”

Xia Muqi looked at the chair and thought it was okay, nodded in agreement, and the boss hurriedly moved the chair over and motioned for Xia Muqi to sit on.

Xia Muqi and Zhang Guanghang set the position and posture, and the boss raised the camera in a more professional posture, and was about to shoot, feeling that something was not right, he looked at Xia Muqi and Zhang Guanghang and put down the camera.

"Old man, you smile a little, your expression is too serious, you see how happy your grandson laughs, smile a little, gentlely. The boss said.

Xia Muqi barely showed a kind smile.

may be because of some nervousness in taking pictures, Xia Muqi's smile is more ugly than crying, and the kind smile has become nuclear goodness.

Boss:......

"You'd better keep that look on your face, it's good to be majestic. ”

Shamuqi: ?

Xia Muqi immediately put away her smile, and there was a trace of seriousness in her face before she recovered.

Zhang Guanghang's face still had a brilliant smile revealing a silly white sweet color, coupled with his cute face with a hint of handsome youth, which made Jiang Feng deeply feel that the current old Zhang was indeed disabled.

If Zhang Guanghang can still maintain this cute and handsome face now, why should Taifeng Building have no business. You only need to send Lao Zhang outside to make teppanyaki, and when you bow your head to cook, you can take the time to look up and smile at the customer, Taifeng Lou is not a guest......

Wait, why don't you send Lao Zhang out to do teppanyaki?

Jiang Feng fell into deep thought.

Just when Jiang Feng was pondering, the photo was taken, and Xia Muqi had paid all the money.

The boss told Xia Muqi that he could come to pick up the photos in the afternoon, and Xia Muqi nodded, carrying the vegetables, and led Zhang Guanghang to walk towards Fenyuan again.

On the way, Zhang Guanghang couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "Master, is it the first time you have taken a photo?"

"I was filmed before. Xia Muqi said.

"Why don't you have any photos at home?"

Xia Muqi glanced at him: "I took a family photo many years ago, but it was burned down later." ”

Zhang Guanghang stopped talking.

Today is Xia Muqi's birthday, but Xia Muqi has no intention of celebrating his birthday, he should be open, he should work, and even his lunch has not become sumptuous because of his birthday, and he has eaten a simple stir-fry and stewed chicken with mushrooms left over from last night.

After lunch, Zhang Guanghang did not go back to the house to sleep, but pestered Xia Muqi to ask Xia Muqi to make a pie for him.

"Pie?" Xia Muqi suddenly became alert, as if returning to the fear of being dominated by the Saflo chicken, "What pie?"

"Apple pie!"

Shamuqi: ???

Jiang Feng could even read Xia Muqi's heart.

What kind of stuff are you French people, what are you cooking and how you are not good at cooking, and how you are on the same page as apples.

"Will you do it?" asked Shamuri.

Apple pie Zhang Guanghang really knows how to make it, this is a very simple home-style dessert, there is no difficulty. But the problem now is that there is no oven in Fen Garden, and Zhang Guanghang can't do it, so he wants Xia Muqi to do it. In Zhang Guanghang's opinion, Master is omnipotent, even without an oven, he can definitely make something similar to apple pie.

Shamuqi: ......

No, I can't.

The apprentices are all so face-giving, and Xia Muqi feels that he is really sorry for the expectations of the apprentice if he doesn't make one. He asks carefully what an apple pie is, and finally concludes that it is an apple pie.

It's still a scone with thick skin.

The apple pie described by Zhang Guanghang is the kind of big pie with a round plate, and Jiang Feng feels that the pie is difficult to make with other kitchen utensils besides the oven. If it's the kind of rectangular and thin-skinned pie sold by KFC, you might be able to make a fool of yourself by frying it in a pan.

Xia Muqi began to have some difficulties.

He can make scones, but all he makes is meat pies, and now let him make apple pies, he is only afraid that he will make the cakes Zhang Guanghang will not dare to eat them when the time comes.

"You asked me to study and study. Xia Muqi dropped this sentence and asked Zhang Guanghang to go back to the house to sleep, and then write his homework after waking up, while he stayed in the kitchen to fight with the apples and study how to make this thick-skinned apple scone.