After the physical education class, I packed up all kinds of feelings from God's perspective, and Hua Lonely went home from school as usual.

After knocking on the door for a long time, there was no answer, and when I opened the door with the key, I found that the door was not locked, and Hua Lin could be estimated to be a temporary exit from my mother.

Because her mother is different from her father, her mother always feels that the house is surrounded by walls, and there is absolutely nothing to attract thieves, so she can probably lock it and not push it open;

Her father is different, no matter what, he has to be serious and locked, he has no sense of security about all kinds of things, and he always has all kinds of guards.

This time, it must be my mother who went out temporarily, probably to the farmers' market to help my aunt and her family.

Hua Lin put down her schoolbag and skillfully entered the kitchen to start cooking.

No one has deliberately taught her cooking, it is indeed a skill that she was born with, and she will be able to explore it twice.

Where to start?

Although Hua Lone's status in this family is not high at all, and the conditions in all aspects of the family are like this, his father hates Hua Lone, but in addition to the very rare, such as having a chicken at home to help catch the chicken's feet and kill the chicken, in this case, her parents did not count the housework on her head.

It's so big, you don't have to mop the floor, you don't have to do laundry, you don't have to wash vegetables, you don't have to clean up the dishes and chopsticks...... Anyway, she didn't have to do any of these things.

Unlike Zhang Wenli, not to mention the above-mentioned ordinary housework, people are young and are good at working in the field, the key is to have so much time to go to the field, and still read well, how difficult it is.

As for Hua Lone, she is self-taught.

Since elementary school, when it comes to meals, the adults at work have not come back, so she goes to wash rice and cook, knowing how to measure the depth of the water with the thumb of her little hand.

By the way, I will also take an egg, put it in a small bowl, break the egg, put some fine salt in the rice cooker compartment to steam an egg custard, and pour a layer of light soy sauce.

At that time, the family bought lard skin to fry lard, and when there were no vegetables, Hua Lin learned to make bibimbap with lard sauce for herself.

If she has flour at home, she still dares to mix noodles and stir them up, either cooking gnocchi soup, or cutting thick slices of dough to cook and eat, and eating staple food as a snack.

Later, when she was in junior high school, she was older and dared to open her fire, and she was still looking forward to her parents not coming back, so she gave herself a fake public benefit in the name of cooking.

For example, she poured more oil, followed the example of a small vendor to fry skewers, sliced small cabbage, small potatoes, and dried spiced slices, immersed them in hot oil and fried them, simulating eating and wearing outside.

It's all based on gluttony, forcing yourself to be self-reliant, and your hands-on ability is okay, and you slowly learn to stir-fry simple dishes, not to mention appearance or taste, at least you can solve the problem.

So, since my mother is not at home, I have to rely on myself.

Flower Silence is naturally in the kitchen, what is in the refrigerator and what is there.

As she was doing, she heard the sound of someone opening the door, and she couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart.

Is it Mom, or is it Dad?

There is a big difference between the two.

Generally, if the mother is at home, Hua Lin will be more comfortable, and there seems to be a buffer zone for some contradictions.

But if it's just her and dad at home, it's embarrassing.

Hua Lin must pay special attention to her father's face and analyze whether it is red or black; She must also be cautious in her words and deeds, it is best not to be too out of the circle, she needs to be careful, she can't make jokes, she can't throw off the dishes and chopsticks, and she has to be careful about everything.

However, whether it is the sound of walking or the sound of pushing the door, it has already hinted at who is coming.

Dad is heavy-handed, and even putting the key on the table is earth-shattering.

The atmosphere of the flower is lonely, and he only buries himself in the kitchen to stir-fry.

She and her father are actually very different, that is, the kind of students who walk at the staircase without saying hello, under one roof, in order to avoid being cold, they have to find topics.

Her dad went to the kitchen and frowned.

"Your mom isn't here? When did you go out? ”

"When I came back, there was no one at home."

"What are you frying?"

“… Scrambled eggs with chili. "I don't know if I'll be satisfied, Hua Lonely thought.

His dad stopped asking, turned around and went back to the living room.

Hua Lin heard the sound of the TV turned on, and the end of "News Thirty" was playing inside.

There is also vacuum-packed dried fragrant rice in the refrigerator, which is his father's favorite dish, Hua Lin quickly took it out and washed it, cut some green peppers, garlic, and added some red millet peppers, and fried them together, the color is quite good-looking.

Weakly shouted, "It's time to eat." ”

As he walked, Dad asked, "Did your mom go to help?" ”

"I don't know."

"Your mother didn't even cook when she went to help."

Who made our family owe money? Hua Lin thought to herself.

It sounds like his dad's tone is okay today, and the atmosphere doesn't seem to be very bad.

And his father doesn't pick, what to do and what to eat, to be honest, he has never commented on whether Hua Lin is delicious or not; Sometimes even if Hua Lin thinks that there is too much salt, his father only eats it and doesn't say anything.

Hua Lin didn't dare to ask: "Is it delicious?" "That's the case.

Dad eats a lot of food, eats fast, and after a small bowl of effort, Dad has eliminated the two big southern bowls.

Come to think of it, it must be to the taste.

There is no need to do anything else, the pot and chopsticks that have not been washed for stir-frying, his father will naturally wash them.

cleaned up and turned off the TV, his dad continued to get out of the car, and it wasn't until the moment his dad went out that Hua Lin felt relieved.

It can be seen that the pressure on her father is indescribably huge.

Such a tense noon made her forget all about what happened in the morning.

As usual, she rode her bicycle to school, and when she arrived, she went straight to her seat, sat down, took out her textbook, and flipped through it at will.

Someone is wiping the blackboard, but they don't use force, and there are still traces after wiping, so they are not as good as their junior high school classmates.

The students outside the door went to the playground in twos and threes to have a physical education class.

Yo, isn't this Zhang Xin?

Zhang Xin looked back at Hua Lone, and Hua Lone smiled back.

Then, Zhang Xin left her visual range, and Hua Lin pulled out the headpost taken by the two of them from the stationery box, admiring herself.

The bell rings, and classes are held.

The bell rings, class ends.

It doesn't seem to be any different.

It's just that Wang Lei flashed over and stood in front of Hua Lone's seat.

"What are you going to do?"

Wang Lei slapped a piece of letter paper on the seat of Hua Lone.

"Write a few words for me."

"Write what?"

"I'll report it to you."

Hua Lin thought that his good-looking words made Wang Lei have a worship mentality, and he was quite happy to agree, holding the pen while laying out the letter paper, he had to say: "Do you want to practice with my calligraphy?" ”

"You write a 'hope.'"

The flower is lonely and the writing is completed.

"I think, 'loved ones.'"

Boom.

"To that, 'Organization Department.'"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Hua Lin was impatient and said while writing.

"Finally, there are the numbers in capital letters, from one to ten."

At the end, Hua Lin threw away the pen and looked up at Wang Lei, only to see Wang Lei holding the letter paper and looking seriously.

"What do you mean?"

Damn Wang Lei actually took this letter and left, leaving no words.

Hua Lonely was suspicious, thinking that he was afraid that he had a crush on Zhang Xin and couldn't beg for it, and his mind was not clear.

It's a new lesson again.

Physics class.

Hua Lin lowered her head and flipped through her schoolbag to get the physics book.

Well, the representative of the physics class is Liang Che.

Thinking of the word "Liang Che", an electric current suddenly crossed her brain.

She quickly glanced at Wang Lei in the seat, and sure enough, there was no defense, Wang Lei was sitting in front of Liang Che, and the two of them were whispering to a piece of paper on the table.

"Hope? Close relatives? Organization? Uppercase numbers from one to ten? ”

Isn't this the words on Cen Lin's anonymous letter?

"Four rows and five groups, Wangjun personally opened".

Hey, I haven't come back to my senses for a long time.

What does this mean?

Is it so inexplicable that she is directly suspected from the three people who are late for physical education class?

But why?

Is it her face that says "I have a crush on Liang Che"?

Or was it a former crush, discovered?

I can't.

Hua Lonely and huffed and thought:

And this Wang Lei, aren't we our own people?

Even if he was suspected, he didn't help cover it up, but took the initiative to come over and rely on the fact that there was a little friendship between them, so he came up with a question to test it, and it was clear that he wanted to break off the rhythm of friendship.

This kind of plastic friendship will resolutely not help him chase Zhang Xin in the future.

How excessive, how infuriating.

There are hundreds of grass and mud horses galloping wildly in Hua Lone's heart, rushing wildly, running wildly, stepping on her heart, running out of countless horses' hooves, but she can't stop.