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"Ah Liang's nose has always been the most intelligent, comparable to the military dogs in our army, he said that there is a fragrance of flowers, it must be a fragrance of flowers!"
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"Brother, what are you hiding?" The thin black man named Ah Liang joked with a hippie smile.
"Just pick a few of your favorites." Ye Qingyu threw the delicate bag in his hand in front of them, and looked helplessly at this group of teammates who love to eat, the people in the army have always been enthusiastic, whoever goes home, often takes out the things they bring and divides them, and he is no exception. But this time, he still had a hint of hope in his heart, hoping that they could wipe out everything An Yao had brought.
The crowd took the bag and began to search.
Ah Liang was the first to take out a wooden box, opened it and looked at it, he was dazzled by the cute and delicate pastries inside, he wiped his eyes in disbelief, and asked his teammates around him: "Tell me, this is not osmanthus cake!" ā
"It's clearly osmanthus cake! I already smell the osmanthus flowers! A teammate went to Bala again: "Hey, there's a bun." It can't be pork stuffing, right? ā
As soon as they heard the meat, everyone's eyes began to glow. At this time, the whole country can't eat meat often, don't think it's a military camp, and the treatment is better than others, there is no such thing.
This group of hungry men had never seen such a fragrant and attractive thing, and one of them took the lead in picking up a bun and was about to cry: "It's a bun, it's really a bun, pig, pork, and ...... Wait I'll chew it a few more times, leeks, leeks. Pork and leek buns. ā
Ah Liang also couldn't wait to pick one up, and ate it with a mouthful of oil, and his whole body flew up like being injected with Sprite, because they were all good brothers, they dared to be so unscrupulous and casual. "Qingzi, let's eat one each, and keep these for you."
Ye Qingyu narrowed his eyes: "I don't like it, you all take it." ā
"No, brother." Ah Liang stopped doing it: "Why are you so cold about such delicious things?" If you don't eat it, we really eat it? ā
"Long-winded." Ye Qingyu glanced at him: "Don't talk nonsense, you have to eat." ā
Ah Liang looked at his expression and knew that he was really coming, so he said, "Then we're welcome!" Come on, come on, one more! "In addition to Ye Qingyu, there are four other people in this room, all of them are well-trained men, the shortest of them is more than one meter eighty-five tall, nineteen buns are divided equally, one person is about five or something, it is really just enough to stuff the teeth, but it is still far from filling the stomach.
"Aunt Shen's skills are really getting more and more exquisite, I haven't seen her make such delicate things before." After Ah Liang finished speaking, he stuffed another bun into his mouth, his cheeks bulging.
"Not my mom."
"Huh?" Ah Liang's eyes widened, because it was difficult to speak because there was a bun in his mouth: "Brother, brother, you...... Really, the object? What do you do? ā
After swallowing the last bite, he leaned in: "Hey, hey, how is my sister-in-law, isn't it very gentle and virtuous...... Brother, we always thought that you were going to be the last to find a partner, but we didn't expect it...... Alas, it's still Aunt Shen's fast movements. ā
"That's right, brother, how is my sister-in-law?"
"It's also from our capital?"
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Everyone has changed their words, and you and I are asking one by one.
Ye Qingyu directly scooped up a piece of mung bean cake and stuffed it into the nearest Ah Liang's mouth: "You can't stop your mouth when you eat." ā
Ah Liang: "Ah, ah", at the end, he smashed his mouth, "This mung bean-flavored ........ My sister-in-law's cooking skills are really superb! ā
"Nowhere to go." Ye Qingyu was helpless: "A ...... Junior, little sister. ā
Everyone: =Mouth=! Let's be funny! What kind of sister can make such a delicious thing. Don't learn this craft for five or six years, their respective mothers, firewood, rice, oil and salt for a lifetime, are not necessarily so trendy.
"Wait, I'm choking, ahem......"
The team members hurriedly went to help pat their backs, but Ah Liang, who was relieved, still didn't believe it, "I said brother, are you really here?" If this little sister is really so powerful, I want one too! ā
Ye Qingyu sat on the bed: "Believe it or not." ā
"Huh, what's this?" Everyone's attention was distracted again, and one of his teammates took out the toast and the bread, and was in a trance: "This thing is very familiar, don't you think?" ā
Ah Liang scratched his head, it was indeed familiar, as if he had seen it in the movie or somewhere, he turned his head and asked Ye Qingyu in a daze: "Brother, your sister is really amazing!" What's going on? ā
"......" Ye Qingyu stared at the thing in his hand and thought for a while: "On the left, it's toast; On the right, there is bread. "I vaguely heard his nephew talk about it.
"Isn't this something that foreigners often eat?" Ah Liang said solemnly, with more admiration in his heart: "Qingzi, your sister is a character." ā
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There are not many music classes in the county No. 2 middle school, only one lesson per week.
However, An Yao and the others have been in school for three weeks now, and they still haven't been able to catch up with a music class.
The first week had just started, and it was said that the music room was still being prepared, so I didn't go to school. Later, I found out that it was because the only piano in the school was broken and had not been repaired.
In the second week, when everyone was going to music class in a happy mood, the music teacher took a leave of absence for an unknown reason. It was only later that I learned that the music teacher had a tire gas.
At that time, the expressions of the classmates were like this: (°o°; Is the music teacher pregnant?
There is only one music teacher in the school, and the three grades of high school also share a music teacher, and the music teacher is said to be six months pregnant.
Music Teacher: Can I not breathe my tires in such a tight course? Even if you don't forget it, the school is not considerate of pregnant women at all, and they don't give them a salary increase. said yes to find a music teacher again, but it was delayed, delayed, delayed, and dragged until now, and there is not even a figure.
(ā¬_ā¬) Who do you want to tell when you are bitter? This is the efficiency of the county No. 2 middle school!
Students of all ages are quite interested in this kind of art course, and this is especially true for students at this time. Because now there are almost only parks for everyone's entertainment, and almost all the things that can be used for everyone's entertainment are people and televisions, and televisions are not available in every household, and even if they do, they are only small black-and-white televisions.
Today, I finally waited for the big-bellied music teacher.
The students were full of anticipation and excitement. But when the music teacher in a navy blue loose dress walked into the classroom with a slightly haggard face, the class leader couldn't even shout that standing up.
Class: It's not good.
Sure enough, the pot-bellied music teacher stood on the podium and smiled reluctantly: "The teacher is going to take a vacation next month, this may be the last lesson I will give you, in order to avoid sadness and arouse unnecessary emotions for everyone, everyone will study on their own in this class, and we will not go to the music room." By the way, your homeroom teacher, Mr. Yan, please let me bring you a sentence, everyone is taking advantage of this class to preview the words in the second section of English, and he will check it in the next class. (To be continued.) )