Xu Fengfan sent Lin Miao to the gate of Bailifang Primary School, but Lin Miao shouted to stop.

Lin Miao climbed down from the back seat of the car with difficulty and thrills, and opened his mouth to tell Xu Fengfan to turn around and go home.

It's not that he doesn't want Xu Fengfan to know his home address, there's nothing worth hiding at all.

The main reason is that Lin Miao feels that this section of the road is a bit long, Xu Fengfan goes back and forth, and it is estimated that it will take about 40 minutes to add up, and when he finishes sending himself and then rides home, it is estimated that even the soup is cold.

Lin Miao, who is used to serving people, is still very good at thinking about others in such small details.

"When you go back, you will say that you have sent me to the door, so that your parents don't have to talk about you. Lin Miao also told Xu Fengfan.

"Do you still need you to teach me this kind of thing?" Xu Fengfan pretended to be very mature, and asked again and again hesitantly, "You really don't need me to send you back?" ”

"No, no, you can go with confidence. Lin Miao didn't give Xu Fengfan an endless chance, turned his head and walked towards the nearest alley.

Xu Fengfan stood on the side of the road, watching Lin Miao walk into the alley, and then turned back.

Lin Miao hadn't walked the path for a long time, and walked around the alley, feeling a little interesting. Seven or eight minutes later, he walked out of the narrow passage of a small courtyard of a house, across the road, from the alley where Lianjiang Road led to his house.

At noon, every household on both sides of the road is cooking.

Lin Miao quickened her pace slightly, and arrived at her door in a moment.

From the back door of the house, which seemed to be closed for thousands of years, into the house that was still black during the day, Lin Miao immediately heard Jiang Ping's laughter from the kitchen of the front room. Mom has been in a state of "my son is a genius" these days, spending 24 hours a day, maybe 12 hours a day, boasting about his gold medal in the district's elementary school math Olympiad with his neighbors, Obasan.

In other words, the recent exposure of this gold medal is really high.

If there are 100 households in Tianji Lane, at least 99 of them have been forced by Jiang Ping to see them.

As for her mother's high-profile style, Lin Miao expressed her support in her heart - after all, such a niche IP as a "prodigy", if you don't often take it out for publicity, you will be very angry if you are not careful!

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Lin Miao walked from the back room to the front room.

As soon as Jiang Ping saw that her son was coming home, she turned around and picked up Lin Miao, first kissed her son's face affectionately, and then said with a smile: "Your Aunt Afang said that his family Lecheng is going to learn piano, do you want to learn it too?"

Learn a hair, I have 100% inherited your hand residue gene, don't you have a little bit of it in your own heart?

Lin Miao, who couldn't even play a four-button arcade game, complained in his heart and decisively refused: "If you don't learn, it's boring." ”

"How can it be boring? You just go and learn! Just be a companion with my family Lecheng!" Ah Fang, who was abused twice by Jiang Ping with the stalk of "my son skipping a grade", persuaded him very sincerely, and his face was full of inexplicable expectations, "Miao Miao, you see that you are so smart, and the piano is such a simple thing, you must be able to learn it as soon as you learn it! Your father is so profitable, he won't even be reluctant to pay this tuition, right?"

These words are a bit poking at Jiang Ping's heart.

It is said that although she and Lin Guorong have spent money for a long time without blinking, in fact, the family's financial situation has not been very good - the most important thing is the huge debt of 50,000 yuan owed by Lin Miao's aunt, and there are still 6,000 yuan that have not been paid off so far.

So even if theoretically, it will be fine for them to settle this debt within this year, Jiang Ping is still very sensitive and resistant to some fingers from outsiders.

Jiang Ping immediately smiled and said very politely: "What are you talking about? I can't get 2,000 yuan a year?"

Hmm? Do you only need 2,000 yuan a year to learn piano now? Where is the pheasant training class?

In his previous life, he was used to seeing the market price of piano lessons for a thousand yuan a lesson, and Lin Miao couldn't help but doubt the reliability of this piano class.

And Jiang Ping, who was holding him, couldn't bear to do ideological work for him: "Baby, you go learn it first, take a few classes first, learn if you like, and don't learn if you don't like it." Mom also thinks it's good to learn the piano, and when I learn it later, I can play the piano to my mother~"

Jiang Ping's face was full of unyielding expressions.

Lin Miao looked at Jiang Ping, and Jiang Ping looked at Lin Miao.

The mother and son looked at each other for a few seconds, and background music sounded weirdly in Lin Miao's mind: "Listen to your mother, don't let her get hurt......"

"Okay, let's try it first......" In front of outsiders, it is still the mother's face that is important, Lin Miao can only compromise and agree softly.

Jiang Ping seemed to have won another fight, happily kissed Lin Miao a few more times, and laughed: "My little baby, what a good son of my mother!"

"Okay, if you're willing to learn, let's go together in the evening. Class at 7 o'clock in the Children's Palace, we went out at 6 o'clock, you have to eat early in the evening!" Ah Fang left with a smile, faintly revealing a look of success in her plot.

The fighting between the two middle-aged women stopped for a while, and Lin Miao finally breathed a sigh of relief and went upstairs to put down her schoolbag.

And Jiang Ping saw that Lin Guorong was not at home, so he didn't bother to put up the dinner table, so he simply brought lunch upstairs to eat.

For the third day in a row, it was another big plate of fried small yellow croaker.

Lin Miao had a premonition that she was about to be injured, and reluctantly proposed to Jiang Ping: "Mom, why don't we eat something else at night?"

Jiang Ping was a little embarrassed: "Your father won't come back to eat at night, we'll have this dish today, or ...... Soy sauce bibimbap?"

Lin Miao was quiet for two seconds, silently picked up the crispy little yellow croaker, put it in his mouth, and bit it with a clattering sound.

Jiang Ping, who was 40 years old, seemed to only be able to cook a total of 3 dishes.

Deep-fried small yellow croaker, soy sauce bibimbap, cooked food in the vegetable market - if the last one can also be counted as the fruit of her labor.

While the mother and son were eating, Jiang Ping couldn't help but tell Lin Miao about Afang's son.

It turned out that Ah Fang's son was favored by the music teacher in school and recommended to study in the juvenile class.

"It is said that there is a unique son, as if it is rare......" Jiang Ping looked unconvinced.

Lin Miao was speechless and said, "Mom, people are saying absolute tone, right?"

"Sort of. Jiang Ping said.

Lin Miao's head was full of black lines.

Dear mother, although I am a hanger, but I am not invincible!

Do you think that the absolute sense of sound is a radish in the vegetable market, and you can grow it by just sowing seeds?

"Mom, don't keep comparing yourself with others, it's boring. Lin Miao said bitterly.

Jiang Ping was still reasonable, and said with words: "I'm usually okay at home, everyone sits together and chats, not to say husband or child, if I don't compare with them, who else can I compare with? I go to the dance hall to dance, and you say that my mother is old and has a bad impact on going to the dance hall." ”

Lin Miao scratched his head, a little nerve-wracking, and after thinking for a while, he tried to suggest: "Mom, why don't you go out to work." It's okay to go to Dad's street and be a temporary worker, if you stay at home like this, people will become stupid. ”

"It's okay, mom has become stupid, isn't there still you?" Jiang Ping immediately shifted the focus of the conversation optimistically and directly, "You'll be good to your mother when you grow up, right?"

The corners of Lin Miao's mouth twitched, and she couldn't handle her mother at all.

He looked down at the little yellow croaker in front of him, and said in his heart that it was better to have lunch at Xu Fengfan's house, and sighed softly: "Alas, I don't know what Dad eats at noon......"

"He's good, isn't he a big fish and a big meat one day?" Jiang Ping said with a little emotion.

Lin Miao pursed her mouth again.

You are the one who refuses to go out to work, and you are the one who envy others for living a good life in the unit.

Comrade Jiang Ping, what do you want......