"Oops, who's beating me."

The delicate canvas shoes hit Li Min's head impartially. Fortunately, it was just a pair of shoes, and if he had changed to something iron, he would have already had a bag on his head.

Ah, it's a girl's canvas shoes, Li Min looked at the ground.

He was still a high school student and had never experienced the ups and downs of life. His mind began to suspect wildly at this moment, could it be that someone was going to jump off the building, and then he was the first to get there? No, it should be the shoes that come first, the shoes come down first, and then the people follow.

After waiting for a long time, Li Min didn't see anyone fall.

Even if it drops, it must be a girl, in this case, the canvas shoes that hit his head can be explained very well.

He looked curiously upstairs in the community, and saw a woman at the window on the fifth floor. If you think about it, nine times out of ten it will be hers.

"Auntie, did you drop these shoes?" Li Min asked politely, if this was changed to a man, he would run directly to the fifth floor and add his fists and feet.

"You take it first, it's my daughter's shoes, I saw the sun today, I wanted to dry it for her, but I accidentally didn't hold it steady and fell down." The middle-aged woman said loudly, seeing that there was no one in the building, he must have come up.

"It's a lot of trouble to wait for the elevator, so I'd better hurry up and climb the stairs." Li Min looked at the other people waiting outside the elevator, and estimated that even if the entire elevator was drilled in, he would not be able to squeeze in, because there were too many people.

I think I've seen that picture in some kind of book. Li Min held canvas shoes in one hand and thought about the problem.

The canvas shoes were washed, and the fragrance of laundry detergent was left in them. If it really smelled, he would definitely take a plastic bag and put it on and deliver it like a food delivery.

"Hey, is it Ms. Wang's house at No. 520, your takeaway has arrived, please open the door and pick it up." It's a canvas shoe, remember the five-star praise, dear. ”

By the way, it is "Water Margin" written by Shi Nai'an, and there is a book in it that says that Pan Jinlian dropped a hairpin downstairs, and it happened to be picked up by Ximenqing who was passing by. Isn't this the picture I just encountered? It's just that the hairpin has become a canvas shoe, and the story is still the same as before.

Hey, I'm thinking so much again. Phew, I'm not Ximenqing, at most Dongmenqing, because I came in from the east gate. That woman is not Pan Jinlian. Okay, that's all.

Li Min was thinking about it, and the canvas shoes in his hand seemed to have been seen somewhere, very familiar, as if there was a very intimate feeling.

Before he knew it, Li Min came to the door of the woman's room.

The door was open, but Li Min still knocked on the door twice habitually.

"Come in and sit down, I'll pour you a glass of water to drink." The woman's voice rang out again.

Since everyone is so enthusiastically invited, how can Li Min be embarrassed to refuse. He pushed the door open and walked straight inside.

What catches your eye is a coffee table with a sofa next to it. Directly opposite the coffee table is a 52-inch large color TV, which is playing the most sensational clip of "Deep Love and Rain". Seeing that a guest was coming, the woman had to turn up the volume to the minimum, but the TV was not turned off, and it was still playing.

Although the whole room is not very spacious, the furniture is well organized. It can be seen that this is all the credit of the middle-aged woman alone.

"Auntie, I've got the shoes." As he spoke, Li Min handed over the canvas shoes, "Is there that kind of hook for drying clothes at home, isn't there a small circle behind the shoes, you can hook it, then hang it up, and you can wear it at noon." ”

"Hey, why didn't I expect it, young man, you've helped me a lot this time, thank you!" The woman said politely, as she went to the closet to look for a hanger.

"You're in your first year of high school this year, right?" The woman asked while busy working, and did not forget to pour tea for Li Min.

"Yes, freshman in high school." Li Min grabbed another handful of tea leaves and threw them into the cup mercilessly. If you put too much, you won't doze off, otherwise you will be seen by the teacher in class, how embarrassing it will be.

"Drink it slowly, I've got freshly boiled water!"

"Ah, no wonder it's so hot." Fortunately, Li Min only took a sip just now, if he drank it wildly, he might be burned into something.

"Well, there are cold dishes and steamed buns here, you can eat them while they're hot." With that, the middle-aged woman went to the balcony to dry her shoes.

There was a pot lid on the coffee table, and Li Min opened it, and sure enough, it was a pot of cold vegetables. Just looking at the color on it, it makes people very tasty. The fragrance of Majia sesame oil is evenly distributed around the crystal vermicelli. The dark green kelp, like a wild goose flying over, gallops in the sea of cold dishes. Gently pick it with chopsticks, and you will find that there are also some small shrimps running through it. If it weren't for the round black eyes of Xiao Ximi, Li Min would probably have mistaken them for vermicelli.

The seasonings of the stir-fry king also squeezed into Li Min's mouth one after another. Tofu skin, like a winding road in a village, lies in the world of food. It's not the braised pork that's red, it's the length of the Shuanghui ham, and although its legs are indeed very long, the melt-in-your-mouth sensation makes you want to taste it again.

That's it, the taste of the old godmother. I thought that hot pot was the best match with it, but after tasting it today, I realized that the old godmother and cold dishes were also a family.

Without the cold dishes of the old godmother, it is like the old godmother without the cold dishes, there is no special at all.

If Li Min wants to say, these two things are indispensable. He didn't want humans to be separated from the world of cold dishes like they were without books and eagles without wings. Because, he is very reluctant.

Tofu, too, is embedded in the middle of the entire cold dish. If you don't pick and choose with chopsticks, you may not be able to find miles. It's like a girl who hasn't left the cabinet, and she's very shy. But when you actually taste it, you really appreciate what it means to be delicious. The pot of cold vegetables in front of you is yes!

Looking at the delicate and cute appearance of tofu, Li Min suddenly remembered the flow mosaic model of the cell membrane, how similar it is.

It didn't take long for a large pot of cold vegetables to be wiped out by Li Min, and not even a small vermicelli was left. It's like a couple who just broke up, and they can't leave anything behind. "Take off your shirt, I bought it for you."

"The shoes were taken off, and it was hard to bargain on Pinduoduo. No, you better put it on, I'm afraid you'll smoke me to death by then. ”

"The QQ number at the beginning of 279, you also leave it for me, I still want to use it to eat chicken with the young lady!"