Bi Cheng ran out of the yard, squatted under the faucet and washed his hands with alkali, not forgetting to greet the guests:

"What are you going to eat? There was porridge, and now there are fried cakes left. ”

Chu Yifeng half-narrowed his eyes, and glanced at Bi Cheng seriously, his voice was quite cold, and there was no smile between his eyebrows:

"Churros."

He sat at the small round table in the early summer morning, Qiao Yan got up to listen to his wife and went to the car to rummage for the child's small bib.

"Fritters, are they gone? Sister? Can you still fry fritters now? ”

Bi Yue poked the flames that had been pressed down with a stove hook: "Brother, you scoop four bowls of porridge for them first." He craned his neck again and asked the "subwoofer":

"Is a pound enough? There's just over a pound left. ”

"Hmm." The words were concise and to the point, but his eyes first glanced at the small warehouse that was about to collapse, and then glanced at the oil pot, and then looked up and looked at Bi Cheng who was holding chopsticks and bowls.

Chu Yifeng raised his eyebrows, brother and sister? The little discomfort in my heart disappeared.

Cocking Erlang's legs, he dusted the dust on his trousers with his big hands, pretending to look at the trouser legs inadvertently, and looked at Bi Yue's small round face.

Bi Yue muttered in her heart: This person is really rich, and there is a car parked on the side of the road!

It's still a little surprising, this is not the era of Japanese cars with five-star red flags on the streets in the later generations, and they are afraid of being smashed, and they want to express their patriotism and fuel economy.

It's the 80s, 1985!

People have to die more than people, and goods have to be thrown away!

This impolite guy must have done something great in his last life, unlike her and Bi Cheng, who saw that it was about to be class time, and in order to earn three yuan or two yuan, he had to continue to roll up his arms and sleeves.

You can't pick people up, can you?

Bi Yue rubbed the broken hair on her face with her arm, and the white face on her hand hung on her face.

Chu Yifeng raised his eyebrows, is she a money skewer?

Be a hawker in the morning, a tutor in the evening, and what about noon? Don't tell him that he was busy earning money at noon.

Whose college student is like this?!

I don't know if I'm going to be looked down upon?

Even if some small businessmen and hawkers make more money than workers' families, but she is a big girl's family, for the sake of those melons and dates, she throws her face away, is not ashamed? !

Chu Yifeng's mood turned cloudy again, and there was a kind of helplessness haunting his heart.

Bi Yue doesn't know! I don't know that the person in front of me is Chu Ci's brother, and he knows her!

I don't know that she has become a "money string" in Chu Yifeng's heart, if she knows, she is afraid that she will come when she opens her mouth, and it is your business? !

……

Qiao Yan's three-year-old daughter's name is Xiaohua'er, don't look at it as if she and her mother just came to Kyoto from the countryside, but the little girl is very polite, she swallowed her saliva, did not reach out to grab the fritters directly, but nodded to Bi Yue first and said, "Thank you, big sister." ”

The little girl is very well-behaved, and the black-eyed kernel is a little more than other children, and she looks very smart.

Bi Yue smiled happily: "No thanks, you eat slowly." I think the little girl is very eye-catching, and I can see that she is a beautiful sister, instead of seeing her and her mother as peers, which shows how smart I am.

Chu Yifeng lifted Erlang's leg and looked at Bi Yue, and was shaken by Bi Yue's sincere smile for a moment.

That's it, what about my sister?

Wearing a big white hat, combing two stupid pigtails, and torn labor cloth pants, she really deserves to come out of the urban-rural junction, not like an eighteen-year-old girl, but like a little lady from a particularly poor household!

Thinking of this, Chu Yifeng was stunned, he never paid attention to or cared about the dress of the eldest girl's family, how could he become picky when he arrived at her?

Too miserable?

"Little Hua'er, uncle sues you, she is an aunt."

Bi Yue turned around and paused.

"Xiao Chu, I'm really bothering you. You see you picked us up from the train again in the morning, and it's ...... again," Qiao Yan's wife said politely with a red face and a little embarrassed.

The corners of Chu Yifeng's mouth curled:

"Sister-in-law, you're too outward, I have too much work at hand, otherwise I must be a pot and lively. You're welcome. ”

Qiao Yan smiled innocently: "Yes, Yufen, Yifeng, that's his own person." Looking sideways again, Qiao Yan's face changed, and he hurriedly picked up the porridge bowl and fed Xiaohua'er:

"Girl, quick, drink gruel and press!" Both of them threw down their chopsticks to take care of the children for a while.

Chu Yifeng looked at such a little girl, and his heart was sour.

That little girl probably hasn't eaten well in a long time......

Also, Qiao Yan's family is very difficult, a large family, grandparents to parents, and two people with six old people who are not very healthy, and the economic pressure is not ordinary.

It is conceivable that the three-year-old baby has not eaten meat for a long time, and he is anxious, hungry, hungry, and hungry.

Qiao Yan and his family are a little embarrassed, maybe the more "really poor" people are, the more they want to keep their only self-esteem.

When Chu Yifeng heard his sister-in-law patting the child's back and scolding, "You are a starving ghost", he was just about to wave his hand to stop it, and a white plate with golden chubby cakes was placed on the table.

"Eldest sister, we were like this when we were young, how old she is, I think she is already very well-behaved." Bi Yue squatted next to the little girl:

"This little cake was given to you by Auntie, you can take it home and eat it slowly, sweet. You can't be in a hurry to eat, you can't taste it. ”

"No, big girl, I'm so embarrassed."

Qiao Yan also chimed in on the side: "The girl will count this as money in a while." ”

It's just a little pie. Bi Yue inadvertently swept Qiao Yan's military pants, and she shook her head.

It's exactly the same as she guessed before, the rich one is the "subwoofer", this family should be considered a comrade-in-arms? Subwoofers are military ......

A soldier is also a ******, with a casual and commanding attitude.

Bi Yue, who was smiling and talking, had a soft voice, her big almond eyes were clear and transparent, her delicate nose was flashing with beads of sweat, and her eyebrows were full of confidence.

Chu Yifeng pretended to eat breakfast, but his eyes fell on Bi Yue's body.

The psychology of wanting to say a few words to her, this psychology is very strange.

Chu Yifeng, who stood up and lit a cigarette after eating only one fritter, walked to Bi Yue's side:

Still in a deep male voice, Chu Yifeng squinted his eyes, and deliberately approached and said, "You oil, mixed with something else." Is it a loss? ”

Bi Yue swished back: "What do you mean?" ”

Chu Yifeng cleared his throat, he didn't dare to look at Bi Yue for some reason.

"I mean mixed with lard, right?"

Damn, I've hit a ballast! Dogs? Eat soybean oil every day? I've really met someone who is so rich that I'm pretentious!

Bi Yue didn't admit it, nor did she deny it, her expression was normal, and she directly avoided digging out the ashes.

Mixed with lard, she boiled it herself, and she mixed very little, and she inquired all over the market, and there were a few people who could make it as good as her heart.

Chu Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, with the momentum of this woman playing ball, he was not in a hurry with him?!

"Are you scolding me for doing too much in your heart?"

Bi Cheng had already paid attention, he squeezed forward and pointed to the family of three at the round table, and then took over: "That, big brother, three pieces of four." ”

……

Chu Yifeng lowered the car window, he suddenly turned his head sideways, and the eyes of the two met unexpectedly.

The slender fingers flicked the cigarette butt into the distance, and the light arc fell right within Bi Yue's line of sight, and the car window rolled up.

"Sister, what did he tell you?"

"He said he was sick and couldn't eat lard."