"Dango, you're right. I've got the preparations done, and it's all that's left for your mom to stir-fry the bibimbap. Then, use a dough sheeter to press the noodles out. After cooking the noodles, we can have lunch. ”

Mr. Nan doesn't seem to take this kind of pre-meal preparation seriously. Feel like you're the one you should be helping out with the chores.

Ms. Lu was of course happy to see this scene. Because, I don't have to be busy cooking lunch all the time, just complete the remaining two steps.

After dinner, the three of them washed up the pots and pans.

Only then did I leisurely move two chairs and place them next to the recliner on the balcony.

A family of three sat neatly on the balcony and watched the scenery.

I saw that the eastern sky was slowly piled up with layers of mushroom-like dark clouds. After a while, the dark clouds pressed heavily on the front of the roof like a cauldron lid.

The clouds ran, chased, crowded, rolled, and gathered. With the momentum of 'black clouds crushing the city and wanting to destroy it'.

This sudden change of weather made everything in the room darken.

Then, there was a long burst of lightning and thunder, and lightning flew above the sky like fiery snakes.

Then, there was a deafening thunderclap that crackled the glass on the window.

This thunderstorm came as soon as it was said, and for a while, the downpour poured down. Looking at the glass window of the balcony at this moment, it seems that there is an incomparably wide beaded curtain hanging between heaven and earth.

Layered on top of each other, hazy, and nothing could be seen outside the window.

When Nanxi saw the scene at this time, she instantly felt that the weather in September would change.

It was too late for people to react, and the room, which was only a little cool, became stuffy now.

Feeling like she was going to be out of breath, Ms. Lu suggested softly.

"Akikook, Dango. Let's go to bed early today! The weather is not very good, you see the wind and rain outside, it is estimated that the temperature has dropped a lot at night. ”

"That's right, Dango. When you go into the bedroom later, you should read more books related to ancient poetry! ”

"It's not necessarily tomorrow, and the reporter wants to ask you some questions, and you can't answer them, so it's a little embarrassing."

Nanxi nodded obediently.

"Uh-huh, Mom. I'll go back to my bedroom in a moment and look through the books on ancient poetry. ”

Actually, in fact, she knew it in her heart. Ordinary reporters will not interview the knowledge in the books, especially some other issues that are not related to the books.

Although I think so, it doesn't mean that Nanxi Jing is not prepared for tomorrow's interview.

She went back to her bedroom and took out her pen. In his little notebook, he has listed a series of questions about ancient poetry that will be asked in interviews.

For example, why would she be interested in ancient poetry? For example, what do she like about ancient poetry? For example, how does she improvise? Produce high-quality poems in the shortest possible time?

These are probably a series of questions, so she has listed the corresponding answers.

Then, she focused and memorized it many times with her 'memorable' skill.

When she had almost the memory in her head, she changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed to lie down and prepare for sleep.

Bedtime always passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the next morning arrived.

As usual, Nanxi Jing's biological clock automatically woke her up.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, slowly climbed out of bed, pulled on her slippers, walked to her little closet, and opened the door, trying to pick out some more formal clothes from the middle.

She picked and chose for a long time, and finally found a set that could be matched and look gentlemanly.

She wore a small white tank top with a white princess collar shirt, a pair of small wide-legged dark blue jeans, and a pair of pink sneakers on her feet.

After dressing up, she obediently went to the sink to wash.

After breakfast, at about 9:40, Ms. Lu began to be a little anxious.

Because Ms. Lu was worried that Nan Xijing would play abnormally or say something wrong during the interview, she looked sad.

Nan Xijing herself also felt Ms. Lu's nervousness. She smiled and comforted.

"Mom doesn't have to worry about my interview, I already thought about the interview last night. Guarantee that nothing goes wrong. ”

Ms. Lu knew that she should believe Nan Xijing's words 100%, but she didn't seem to be able to do it, and her nervous heart was pounding.

Nanxi Jing calmed down instead, and after going out with Ms. Lu, she was still full of energy. Look left and right to see if there's anything new or a location.

By the time he arrived at Professor Ni's house, the reporter had already made his own preparations. He held a thick notebook in his hand, on which he kept writing and drawing.

Nanxi guessed that the page turned in the book must have been densely written. It was all reporters, and he wanted to ask his own questions, and he couldn't help but sigh.

After entering the house, she politely greeted the reporter. Obediently sat on the opposite side.

The reporter was shocked that the winner of the 'poetry contest' was a three-year-old child, but now he saw the appearance of Nanxijing.

He was even more surprised that this child not only had a clever mouth, but also looked cute and lovable.

I was a little stunned for a while, and it took about half a minute to realize that the object of my interview today was really a three-year-old girl!

"Hello, the winner of the 'Poetry Contest', what do you want to call the children?"

"Hello Uncle Reporter, my name is Nanxi Jing, you can call me Xiao Tuanzi."

"Hello, Dango. Thank you for your time. Next, I'm going to officially start the interview~ Please be ready to answer. ”

The reporter said softly.

"Okay, okay! Uncle Journalist, I'm ready! ”

Nan Xijing's cheeks were pink and tender for a while, she held her cheeks with her hands, her bright eyes swam slowly in her wide open eyes, and her delicate chin was slightly upturned, as if she was looking forward to the reporter's question.

"Ahem! Dumplings. First question, I would like to interview you, as a three-year-old child, are you nervous about participating in a big competition such as the 'Poetry Contest' for the first time? ”

"And at the end of the improvisation, how did you manage to finish three poems as quickly as possible?"

The reporter's face was full of curiosity, his eyes were full of anticipation, holding the pen in his hand, waiting for her answer.

"Hmm~ Uncle reporter, in fact, I was a little nervous when I participated in the first round."

Didi~ I'm going to change for the second time!

(End of chapter)