The next morning, the real mother cooked the noodles.

Although the real mom posture is enough.

However, in the end, it still made a mess.

As soon as Grandma entered the kitchen, she was not happy to see the noodle soup vacated by Lao Gao.

"You can't do these two stoves at the same time, so don't do them at the same time, right?" The eggs over there are barely fried, but I'm afraid the soup overflowing from the noodles here will be doused with liquefied gas, right?" said Grandma.

"Mother, this is the first time I've done it, don't talk about it. The real mother said apologetically.

"Do you dare to turn your mouth, lazy fellow?" said Grandma a little angrily.

"Okay, okay, Mom, I won't say anything, I'll wipe the stove. The real mother swallowed her anger.

Seeing that the real mother did not continue to talk back, the grandmother also felt relieved, so she walked back to the room and continued to rest.

The time was almost up, and the real mother called Xiao Zhen up.

"Why isn't this one fragrant today? Xiao Zhen shuddered, and found that he felt a little trembling, so he said.

"No, this side is exactly the same as yesterday, how can you not move. "The real mother who doesn't believe in evil also eats in her own bowl.

Chattering, chattering with the real mother secretly said: It's not good, no salt, no sesame oil.

So, I added a small half spoonful of salt to the small real noodles and a few drops of sesame oil.

"Stir it yourself, and it should be fine. The real mother said slightly apologetically.

Watching Xiao Zhen eat the stirred noodles with relish, the real mother also overflowed with a happy smile.

And going to squeeze the bus so early in the morning is the first time for Xiao Zhen.

The wind was already very cold, and there was a stinging feeling on his face, so Xiao Zhen finished breakfast and walked to the bus stop not far from his home.

Looking at the 1.4 meters ~ 1.1 meters and a half ticket line that was already slightly shorter than himself, Xiao Zhen took out a one-yuan coin.

The bus was far more crowded than Xiao Zhen imagined, and as soon as he got on, Xiao Zhen could no longer turn around.

Reluctantly handing the coin to the conductor, Xiao Zhen found himself caught in the middle of the crowd.

The smell of smoke, the smell of breakfast, and the smell of clothes that have not been washed for too long are mixed together, making Xiao Zhen almost unable to breathe.

From the corner of his eye, Xiao Zhen could barely tell which neighborhood the bus had reached.

The 30-minute drive seemed to have gone through half a century, and when I came to the platform not far from the school gate, Xiao Zhen already felt sticky.

In this way, Xiao Zhen realized that Lao Wu rode a bicycle to school, and the feeling of shaking the wind all the way was so comfortable.

However, after a week, Xiao Zhen can be regarded as adapting to such a life.

Although the buses are still crowded, Xiao Zhen is no longer afraid.

Through continuous attempts, the real mother also understands that it turns out that dumplings, sweet potato flour, pumpkin pie, winter melon porridge, and zongzi are not her good crafts.

Eventually, though, a good way was found:

Pour the gray flour, eggs, milk powder, and oil into a large bowl in a certain proportion.

Sprinkle a little with green onions, raisins or soaked goji berries, and of course, minced meat. Sprinkle with a pinch of salt and sugar at the end.

Add an appropriate amount of water and stir until it becomes a viscous suspension.

Finally, pour the suspension spoonful by spoon into the pan and fry until golden brown, which becomes the exclusive breakfast recipe for real mothers.

Xiao Zhen gradually became obsessed with this kind of poop, which is mainly fried in gray flour.

So much so that one day after the real mother cooked noodles, Xiao Zhen directly refused to eat them.

It wasn't until the real mother got a small portion of this gray-fried poop that Xiao Zhen was happy to eat.

Seeing that Xiao Zhen recognized the results of his hard work so much, the real mother also smiled.

So, one morning, I fried a small portion, and waited for Lao Wu to taste this delicacy when he delivered food to Lao Wu at noon.

From home with an aluminum alloy lunch box filled with soup and rice and a small portion of gray fried baba, the real mother rushed to the hospital in a hurry.

However, Lao Wu just chewed and ate slowly, drinking the soup casually, and didn't think there was anything special about this fried poop.

However, the real mother still asked with a glimmer of hope, "Husband, do you feel that there is anything special about today's lunch?"

"No, isn't it the same as the other day?" said Lao Wu while looking at his phone.

"Really, doesn't the tongue feel any different?" the real mother continued.

"No is no, why are you so strange today? Aren't you afraid of being late for work in the afternoon?" said Lao Wu a little impatiently.

"Okay, good fellow, old lady understands. The real mother said angrily.

Finding that his wife didn't seem to be quite right, Lao Wu looked away from his phone and turned to the real mother, "What's the matter, the child, why does it smell so much gunpowder?"

"Are you sure there was nothing special about what you ate today?" asked the real mother again.

"Oh, yes, today's pork ribs are particularly delicious, are you stewed, or is today's rice particularly fragrant because you cooked them?" said Lao Wu.

"Haha, what a 'good' tongue. "Real moms don't laugh angrily.

"Oh, oh, in addition to these, there's another one that I will have a lot of memories about. Lao Wu looked at the strange expression of his real mother and realized that he had guessed wrong, so he said so.

"Oh, and that kind of thing?" said the real mother.

"Yes, yes, this thing is only because it exists in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world, hahahaha. Lao Wu continued.

"Oh, that's pretty much it. The real mother seemed to be more satisfied, so she said.

After a pause, the real mother thought again, no, this guy hasn't said anything yet. It's so dangerous, I was almost messed up by this guy again.

So, the real mother said, "What is that?"

"That's- let me think about it. "Lao Wu is already anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

"I want to put it, I want to put it, it doesn't matter, give it to me slowly. The real mother seems to have found a breakthrough, so she continues to press.

"Look, at this time, you have to go to work, or you will have to pay for being late. Old Wu was in a hurry, pointed to the wall clock in front of him and said.

The real mother immediately became nervous when she saw the time, so she hurried to work.

Looking at the back of the real mother leaving, Lao Wu thought in his heart: It's dangerous, this guy, alas.

Xiao Zhen's grades are relatively stable, and he can basically keep up with the pace of Teacher Peng and Teacher Xu.

However, it still seems to be stumbling in English.

And Lao Wu got much better after a month of recuperation, so he removed the plaster and turned to recuperate at home.

In this way, the real mother does not have to take another hour off at noon every day to deliver food to Lao Wu.

Xiao Zhen watched Lao Wu get better day by day, and his heart was also very happy.

Teacher Peng suddenly asked a few students to wait at the door of the office after school, and came in for a meeting one by one, and among them was Xiao Zhen.

So, after school that day, Xiao Zhen obediently went to the office for a meeting.

It turned out that the last two test scores of these children were very unstable.

Therefore, Mr. Peng found a special time to find out if they had encountered problems in their study and life.