The rice is cooked, the dishes are hot, and Mrs. Xiao and Ding Ding have not come back yet.

Teacher Ding did not let him walk with his white hands.

The white hand is here to rub the rice, how can it be easy to leave.

The two of them were still sitting on low stools in the stove hall.

"Teacher Ding, will your mother teach me how to make cookies?"

Teacher Ding was full of confidence, "Don't worry, my mother listens to me." ”

The white hand breathed a sigh of relief, if Teacher Ding could help him, his affairs would be more than half.

However, Teacher Ding also took the opportunity to make a request, "Xiaobai, I can't help you in vain." ”

"Teacher Ding, what's the matter with you?"

Teacher Ding smiled slightly and asked, "I have one question, what kind of special relationship do you have with Teacher Liu?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, and said in my heart that it wouldn't be, that kind of thing and that kind of relationship, Mr. Liu wouldn't tell the third person.

"We, we used to be teachers and students, then friends, and now we are sisters and brothers. There's nothing special about this, there's nothing special about this. ”

"Isn't there really a special relationship?"

"Not really."

"Oh, then I don't understand. Why did Ms. Liu give you the key to her house? Why do you have the clothes you wear in Mr. Liu's house? Why did Mr. Liu call you by your name in her dreams? ”

The three whys are enough to destroy the psychological defense line of the white hand, and the white hand is speechless with a red face.

"I know everything, and Mr. Liu has confessed, so you can say it obediently."

The white hand had to be recruited from the truth.

After hearing this, Teacher Ding stretched out his hand and slapped his white hand, and was about to speak, when Ding Ding's laughter sounded outside the house.

The white hand was about to get up and leave the low stool, but Teacher Ding held on, "There is only one question, is Teacher Ding better, or is Teacher Liu better?" ”

Needless to say, without thinking about it, "Say important things three times, Teacher Ding is good, Teacher Ding is good, Teacher Ding is good." ”

Teacher Ding smiled and released his white hands.

Ding Ding was very happy when he saw Bai Shou, "Brother Bai Shou, why don't you go to your grandparents' house?" ”

"I'll have to stay and look after the house."

"Okay, you go out with me in the afternoon."

"Tintin, it's winter, there's nothing fun."

"Catch the fish, go down to the river and catch the fish."

The white hand couldn't cry and laugh, "Tintin, in the winter, the river is cold, and you can't go down the river." ”

Ding Ding was unhappy and complained to his mother, "Mom, the white-handed brother doesn't play with me." ”

Teacher Ding smiled slightly, "Ding Ding, your white-handed brother has something to do in the afternoon, and he has to go to class." ”

Ding Ding immediately became curious, "Brother Whitehand, are you still in class?" What kind of classes are you taking? ”

Teacher Ding pointed to his mother and smiled, "Ding Ding, your grandmother is going to give your white-handed brother a lesson on how to make biscuits." ”

Old Mrs. Xiao was surprised: "What, Xiaobai, you want to make cookies?" ”

Bai Hand nodded, "Aunt Xiao, if I want to make biscuits, I just make biscuits by hand, make them myself, and sell them myself." Aunt Xiao, please help me. ”

Mrs. Xiao asked her daughter, "Is this okay?" ”

"Mom, he can. He has ideas, capital, and drive, and he can start a biscuit business. ”

Mrs. Xiao is very serious, "Food production is not an ordinary product manufacturing, there are very strict hygiene standards and food safety standards. Xiaobai, I'm afraid that your products will not meet the relevant standards stipulated by the state. ”

Teacher Ding shook his head, "Mom, don't use your factory standards to demand rural people, as long as you meet the minimum standards." ”

Mrs. Xiao asked again, "Then how should I teach it?" ”

The white hand does not know.

Teacher Ding thought for a moment, "Mom, I think so. You first introduce the whole process of making cookies, the process of making them by hand. Then introduce the basic hygiene standards and food safety standards. There are also the equipment, tools, ingredients, packaging, and so on needed to make cookies by hand. ”

Old Madam Xiao nodded and said, "That's it." Xiaobai is smart, so I'll write these down and let him read them for himself. Then get hands-on, and preferably a visit to a food factory. ”

It turned out that Mrs. Xiao used to work in a biscuit factory.

Mr. Ding's father is a university professor, and Mrs. Xiao is also a university professor. A few years ago, Mrs. Xiao was sent to the biscuit branch of a food factory in Shanghai, so as to master the biscuit making technology.

Mr. Ding added a suggestion, "Mom, I'll make a long-distance call to my dad and ask him to buy a few books on food making, especially biscuit making, and mail them as soon as possible." Xiaobai, since you have made up your mind, you might as well study and produce at the same time. ”

"Well, that's what I thought too." White hand nodded.

Ding Ding interjected, "Brother Whitehand, are you literate?" ”

Whitehand smiled, "Ding Ding, don't look down on me, I'm an upright junior high school graduate." ”

Ding Ding pursed her small mouth, disdainful of the cultural level of the white hand, "Brother white hand, junior high school students are equivalent to being illiterate in our Shanghai. Mom, grandmother, are you right? ”

Old Mrs. Xiao said, "Ding Ding, you're not right. Cultural level and cultural level are two different concepts. A diploma represents a level of education, that is, a level of education, but not an actual level of education. ”

Ding Ding smiled: "I can't talk about the big professor." Professor Xiao, then you can tell me how high my white-handed brother's cultural level is. ”

Old Mrs. Xiao smiled, "I don't know, I have to ask your mother." ”

"Mom, Teacher Ding, what kind of culture does my white-handed brother come from?"

Teacher Ding said seriously: "Xiaobai is in Baicun, which is equivalent to an intellectual. ”

With white hands, he snorted at Ding Ding, "Listen, how realistic your mother is." ”

"Although Xiaobai only graduated from junior high school, which is equivalent to the level of Chinese at the beginning of the year, his actual cultural level is only about equivalent to that of primary school graduation."

When you hear it with your white hand, it's not a good thing.

Old Lady Xiao smiled, but Ding Ding giggled with laughter.

The white hand was unconvinced, "Teacher Ding, I am not convinced by your evaluation." ”

"Xiaobai, because you don't like to read. As soon as you read, you get dizzy and doze off. If you don't like to read, you're just a schoolboy. ”

White Hand smiled bitterly, "Okay, okay." ”

"But, but, Xiaobai, your knowledge is much higher than that of your peers, at least equivalent to graduating from high school."

This is praise and affirmation, and the white hand suddenly turns cloudy and sunny, and his face is smiling.

Ding Ding shouted: "Brother Whitehand, you are so powerful." ”

Teacher Ding smiled and said, "I haven't spoken yet." There is also wisdom, Xiaobai is even more powerful. Let's put it this way, when it comes to wisdom, Xiaobai is the first in the whole team and the first in the whole commune, which is equivalent to Professor Xiao Da. ”

The white hand was smug again, "Tintin, you listen, you listen." ”

Ding Ding nodded and said, "I admit this, I admit it very much." ”

Whitehand smiled, "Tintin, are you telling the truth?" ”

Ding Ding smiled: "Of course I admit it, because even Sister Bai Xue said that you are more cunning than a fox." ”

The Ding family laughed, and the white hand himself also laughed.