In the second half of the first semester, the more intuitive the students' performance became.

Whenever Li Yue wants to open her mouth, she doesn't need Lu Miao to go out at all, and as soon as the people next to her bombard, Li Yue is speechless.

There are a lot of people in the class, who don't like to do much, but they make trouble every once in a while, and the miasma really affects the learning state.

Li Yue saw that Lu Miao was behind the scenes every time, and looked at her with a smile, she was so angry in her heart that she didn't dare to really provoke the anger of the public.

She still wants to be the class leader!

Directly or indirectly, Li Yue stopped briefly.

As for Liu Xiaofang?

Liu Xiaofang was originally headed by Li Yue, but when she was admitted to university, she had just given birth to her second child for half a year, and the children who came here to go to school were also brought over.

Usually people have classes here, and the children are placed in the dormitory.

This kind of thing may sound strange, but it is not a minority.

The year is special, in order to return to the city, there are those who abandon their wives and children, and those who are ruthless to take away their children.

There are even those who are pregnant and want to get rid of rural families and insist on the college entrance examination.

Lu Miao had eaten in the cafeteria a few times before, and she had seen a few female classmates with big bellies.

It's a bit far, let's talk about Liu Xiaofang.

It rained before the compulsory class, and the weather was briefly cold for a few days.

The child was sick and couldn't bear it, and it took two days of fever to get better.

The baby in swaddling clothes is ignorant, and even less sensible, and there are always times when they cry at night and during the day.

Although the roommates on the same floor sympathized with Liu Xiaofang.

But after a long time, the child's crying disturbed everyone's rest.

This dormitory and several adjacent dormitories are full of complaints.

Because of the child's affairs, Liu Xiaofang took care of herself, and she naturally danced not as happily as before.

Lu Miao had heard some of these things in private, but she didn't pay much attention to them.

is both a woman and a mother, and sometimes she can empathize with Liu Xiaofang's empathy.

But she didn't think Liu Xiaofang was pitiful or worthy of sympathy.

As much evil as a person has done in his life, he will be devoured by the evil.

Do you know that Liu Xiaofang's current situation was not made by herself?

If she is popular, there will naturally be many people who are willing to help take care of her.

I made the popularity of the people around me like this, and I can't complain that others are unwilling to tolerate more.

Sympathize with it, sympathize with a ghost!

Some people deserve to mention feelings, and some people don't.

She only empathizes with normal people.

Inconsequential people, Lu Miao didn't pay too much attention.

She had one more important thing on her mind.

On Thursday, the school arranged free activity classes, and Lu Miao got up early to go to the market.

Behind the market is a slaughterhouse, where freshly slaughtered pork is delivered every day.

The proximity to it, coupled with the early wake-up of the population, has a much better chance of buying meat than the residents who live far away from it.

Lu Miao was very lucky, snatched two catties of pork belly close to the belly, and one and a half catties of pork liver.

In the morning, Tang Mei cleaned up the house at home and took care of the children, and she was tinkering in the kitchen.

She also made lunch.

The vegetables in the courtyard are growing well, and tomatoes, eggplants, peppers, etc., are all bearing fruit.

Lu Miao tinkered for most of the morning, stewed a large pot of braised pork, steamed eggplant, cut garlic and made a garlic eggplant.

In addition, there are scrambled eggs with tomatoes, boiled liver tips and so on.

Usually waiting for Fu Jingyou to come back for dinner, the family usually eats like this at half past twelve and twelve forty.

Today, Lu Miao was at home, divided the dishes into small portions, and at about eleven o'clock, he first shouted Tang Mei to sit down and eat first.

She went to the kitchen and got two more bowls, each with a small half bowl of rice.

Scoop half of the tomatoes and scrambled eggs, scoop a little pork liver and put it in a bowl, take a chair as a table, and let Dabao Erbao's heads sit down face to face and eat together.

The tip of the liver is thin, and it is scratched with starch, and the vegetarian fried is very tender.

Tang Mei ate it and said that it was delicious, "In the past, it was always firewood when it was fried, and it smelled a little fishy, so it was slightly better when cooking noodles." ”

Lu Miao smiled and said: "The firewood is too hot, grab it with starch before going to the pot next time, and put more shredded onions and ginger when stir-frying, and it will be delicious to stir-fry." ”

Not only Tang Mei is delicious, but the two children also love to eat it.

Especially Erbao Mingxia.

The little girl chewed the pork liver slowly, her little hands covered her mouth, her dark eyes bent into small crescents, and she stomped her feet and laughed happily.

I really love to eat.

See how happy you are?

Seeing her mother looking at herself, Xiao Mingxia scooped up an egg:

"Feed Mom~"

Lu Miao was close to the two children, smiled and touched her head and said:

"Mom has it, Xia Xia eats it herself."

Xiao Mingxia nodded, puffing out her cheeks and chewing food, "Mom has~"

The little face was full of serious repeating her words, and it was so cute that it was dead.

Lu Miao couldn't help but spare her time, and bowed down to "puff" on Xiao Mingxia's face.

Ming Yi saw it, and he couldn't do it anymore.

Quickly scooped up a spoonful of rice and raised it high, grabbed his head and said:

"Baby, baby too!"

The rice grains were scattered everywhere, and Lu Miao was afraid that he would leak into his sleeve, so he hurriedly "poofed" his son's face.

"Okay, okay, mom knows you have, hurry up and eat, it'll be cold for a while."

Ming Yi "giggled", sat upright and slowly chopped rice, while chatting with his sister in a childlike manner:

"Sister, my mother is also fragrant to me."

The younger sister pouted and gave him a spoon on the head.

The small wooden spoon was made by Fu Jingyou, and it didn't take up much weight, and the people in Mingxia were small, so they didn't have much strength.

It's basically equivalent to a false shot, without any aggressiveness.

My brother had rice grains hanging from the corner of his forehead, and he thought his sister was playing with him.

Scratching his head and "giggling" twice, he scooped the fragrant pork liver in the bowl into his sister's bowl:

"It's all for my sister."

Xiao Mingxia puffed out his mouth, stood up and touched his brother's head, and by the way, he got rid of the rice grains on his brother's head.

The two little ones came and went, and although there were occasional small arguments, the relationship was still very good.

Lu Miao finished lunch at home, counted the time, and quickly cleaned out the few lunch boxes that had been collected in advance, loaded the food and packed it in a net pocket.

After saying hello to Tang Mei, he went around the alley to the National People's Congress.

She still remembers the matter of an AK machine gun in her hands.

The last time she calculated, she was more powerful, and she stayed up all night to memorize it.

Therefore, the ring ruler that Lu Yuanzheng took out did not come in handy.

This time, the "military chicken field" is different.

Pen doodles, that can't be done.

In order to avoid really suffering "corporal punishment", it is necessary to take the initiative to apologize!

Lu Miao reflected deeply, and would never do such a thing in textbooks in the future.

At that time, if you knew the consequences of passing the time for a short time, you would have pulled out this stubble.

She said she wouldn't do all that bells and whistles!

What a misstep, hated for thousands of years!

Lu Miao pouted, holding a net bag in one hand, and holding the other hand on his forehead to block the sun.

The sigh of "tsk, sigh" reached the National People's Congress. (End of chapter)