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Chapter 623 My Stomach Revolted

"They are really hardworking. They run to the toilet and come back quickly after use. They really race against time. Some of them don't even go to the cafeteria to eat. Even if they go to the cafeteria to eat, they have books in their hands." Meng Wantang was swept up in it and subconsciously followed suit.

After Meng Wantang finished speaking, she did not see any surprise on Lu Qingye's face.

"Why don't you look surprised at all?"

"Getting into university is their only hope, and they try their best to get into university. And this is just the beginning. For the next four or five years, as long as they continue to study, they will keep doing this until they completely change their destiny."

Lu Qingye had seen many hysterical educated youth who went crazy just to return to the city, and some female educated youth even risked their marriages.

She is lucky.

With parents to rely on, there is not so much pressure.

She looked as though she had never suffered so much.

Lu Qingye hugged her and walked back across the street, then he reminded her: "You don't live in school, so in the eyes of other students, you are different from them. From now on, you should talk less in class and try not to expose your life. Your conditions are much better than theirs, and it's much easier for you."

Be low-key so you won't be excluded.

Meng Wantang closed her eyes and said, "Interpersonal relationships are so difficult."

"You handled it well before."

Only when they reached the door of the house did Lu Qingye let go of her hand, and the two of them walked into the yard seriously.

After 3:30 in the afternoon, the weather turned cold.

Several children came back early and played in the room near the door. There was floor heating inside, and the soles of the feet were warm when they walked on the wooden floor.

Gousheng and Si Nian were reading comic books, while Goudan was reading textbooks. He had borrowed a textbook for Grade 10 from somewhere, and he was reading it with great interest.

Gousheng was so engrossed in reading comic books that whenever he came across a word he didn't recognize, he asked Si Nian to look it up in the dictionary.

The two were so excited watching the show that they had no time to play with Xiaopang.

Xiaopang is very well behaved.

Without disturbing my brothers, I sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window at the door, supporting my chin with my hands, waiting for my mother to come back without saying a word.

Lin Su was very worried about Xiaopang, but it was not easy to go over, so she turned to Lan Youyi for advice.

"Do you think Xiaopang's problem can be cured?"

"can."

Lan Youyi spoke with great certainty, but she was actually quite unsure.

She has also read relevant information. It is not easy to cure children with mental illness. Some people look normal when they grow up, but they are actually very fragile inside. It's just that they have learned to disguise themselves.

Hearing voices coming from the door, Xiaopang's eyes lit up and he instantly stood up and ran out, stabbing his legs.

He runs very fast.

Meng Wantang and Lu Qingye had just come in from outside when he had already rushed to the door.

"mom!"

Xiaopang seemed not to see Lu Qingye. He rushed over and hugged Meng Wantang's legs.

"My dear little darling!" Meng Wantang bent down, picked up her son, and weighed him. "Did you eat well today, little fat boy? Why do you seem heavier to me? I can hardly hold you anymore."

Xiaopang's body froze, and he said in a purring voice, "Mom, put me down! I can walk by myself."

"Mom is not tired, and I can still hold you. Mom has to hold you more while I can. Otherwise, you will grow up in the blink of an eye, and I won't be able to hold you anymore."

Meng Wantang carried Xiaopang into the house. When they reached the yard, they looked to the east and saw several children reading in the house.

Living a life like a god.

Gousheng finished reading a comic book, and there were no more subsequent comic books.

He looked up in frustration and said to Si Nian, "Let's go to the bookstore tomorrow and look for it. Maybe we can find it there."

"Row!"

Si Nian put the book away. Gou Sheng turned around, saw Meng Wantang and ran out of the house.

"Mom, what are we having for dinner? Your baby son's stomach is about to rebel! You have to suppress it?" Gousheng walked over, grabbed Xiaopang's hand and squeezed it twice, "You are such a big kid, and you still want your mother to hold you. Come down, I'll carry you on my back."

Meng Wantang poked Gousheng's back and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Gousheng turned around and said without hesitation: "Big chicken drumstick! My classmate had a big chicken drumstick for lunch today, and I thought it was delicious."

"Chicken legs? We don't have any at home. We have to go buy some." Meng Wantang handed the child to Lu Qingye, "You hold the child. I'll go buy some chicken legs."

"I'll go." Lu Qingye asked her, "Anything else to buy?"

Meng Wantang thought that she hadn't made delicious food for the children for a while, so she said, "Buy some more chicken legs. If you can buy chicken racks, that's fine too. Also, buy some chicken feet. I'll make pickled pepper chicken feet and tiger skin chicken feet for you."

"Anything else?" Lu Qingye asked again, "Do you want mutton and beef?"

"Yes! Buy as much as you can." Meng Wantang also wanted to eat meat. She hadn't eaten steak for a long time.

"Row."

Lu Qingye turned and walked out.

Meng Wantang shouted at his back: "Aren't you going to take the ticket?"

"I have it here."

Lu Qingye has quite a lot of hostages.

He rode his bicycle to the grocery factory.

The children are in their growth spurt and have big appetites. With so many people in their family raising so many children, they feel like they can't afford to take care of them all.

It's very expensive to buy meat without a ticket.

What Meng Wantang wanted were not good things. For example, chicken feet were considered expensive by many people. Except for those who particularly liked to eat them, many people were unwilling to buy them.

Lu Qingye went to the grocery factory, asked about the price of chicken feet, and bought a lot.

He also bought some mutton on purpose.

Two-grain rice made by Meng Wantang.

There are more millet.

Lu Qingye came back just as the rice was steaming.

"I bought five kilograms of mutton. These are chicken feet, and this is a chicken drumstick. The chicken drumstick is the drumstick of a broiler chicken, and I heard it's a new breed. The same is true for chicken feet."

Lu Qingye put the things in the kitchen.

After Meng Wantang saw it, he asked him, "How do you eat mutton?"

"It's all right."

"Let's make dumplings with mutton. We've brought back the fine noodles, so it's just right for us to make dumplings and let everyone enjoy a good meal." Meng Wantang was still willing to eat something if it was available.

Lu Qingye naturally had no objection: "I'll listen to you."

"Then put this mutton here for tomorrow. We'll have chicken feet tonight. Come, help me."

Washing chicken feet is not easy.

Not only Lu Qingye, but several children were also called over to help.

"Mom, the last time you made chicken feet for me, that's what happened last time." Gousheng still had a lot of resentment.

It’s no wonder that the boy complained. To be honest, she hadn’t done it for a long time.

"If you want to eat it in the future, we can have one meal every month."

Seasonings are expensive.

Meng Wantang bought a lot of them.

Since I spent a lot of money to buy the chicken feet, of course I have to make them taste better.

The taste of the braised chicken feet is quite overbearing.

Lin Su could smell it.