milk addicts

"How could it be? I heard that the nannies in city A are all in five figures a month." Zhang Lijun stared at the boy opposite him suspiciously, took a sip of his wine, and glanced at his old clothes, "No matter what No, three or four thousand a month should be enough, right?"

Seeing this, Song Nai had no choice but to tell Zhang Lijun about the trouble he had caused.

"Tsk, I probably lied to you. Look at you, you are from the countryside. You are simple." Zhang Lijun blushed, and he picked up a piece of shredded meat and chewed it in his mouth. , He thought he was a big entrepreneur..."

Zhang Lijun muttered and fell on the table.

Song Nai packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them. When he came out, Zhang Lijun was already snoring as loud as thunder. The phone rang, but he didn't respond. Song Nai took the phone, it was Mrs. Zhang.

Hesitating whether to wake up Zhang Lijun, the phone was hung up, and Song Nai was about to put the phone back when a text message popped up, "Old Zhang, I have a baby in my stomach again."

A voice followed, Song Nai didn't click to listen, put the mobile phone in Zhang Lijun's hand, changed his shoes, and closed the door gently.

There is a heavy stone in my heart.

Zhang Lijun needs money to support his family, and he also needs money to pay off his debts.

Song Nai walked under the shade of the trees, the scorching sun accelerated the evaporation of sweat, and the clothes he had only worn for a few hours were soaked. The old man who was resting on the street was gone, and the street shops were deserted. hid.

The little girl at the canteen was eating mung bean ice cream, steaming in the hot air, and the melted bean paste hung sticky on the back of her hand, and she licked it into her mouth every drop.

Song Nai suddenly had an idea.

"Mr. Ji, can you lend me 100 yuan?"

Mr. Ji was probably busy and didn't reply.

A few days ago, he repaid a few hundred yuan in small pockets, and then asked his creditor to borrow money in the blink of an eye.

But apart from Mr. Ji, he couldn't find anyone who could help him.

Song Nai went back to the market, bought half a catty of dried fairy grass with the last ten yuan in his pocket, and sat down on his ass when he got home. When the pleasant cool breeze came, Song Nai felt alive and kept using it. Hand fan.

"Brother." The child rushed over, his clothes were clean, and he wanted to rub against the sweaty Song Nai's arms.

"Brother Smelly." Song Nai hugged him helplessly.

Song Le shook his little head like a rattle, his big eyes were shining with seriousness, and he corrected him in a childlike voice, "Brother Tiantian."

After lunch, Song Nai began to try to make grass jelly.

When Song Nai's mother was alive, she made this kind of snack for him every summer. A bowl of Q bomb smooth, ice-cold grass jelly is the best memory of summer.

Instead of selling oysters, you can sell some refreshing desserts.

The weather is too hot, and the midday sun can feel the heat even through the glass. Song Nai does not let the children go to the garden, but spreads an orange cashmere mat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, let Xiao Lele paint there, and he washes in the kitchen. Dried grass jelly.

The dried grass jelly looks like a dead vine, and it smells like earth.

Dry clean the grass jelly and put it in a basin. At this time, the kitchen is already in a mess, the sink is full of turbid yellow water, and some leaves fall to his feet. Song Nai frantically cleans it up while reviewing the jelly jelly on the phone again. way of doing.

The method of jelly jelly is actually very simple. After washing it, add edible alkali according to the proportion and mix well, put it into the pot and boil it for 10-[-] minutes, filter the dregs, and add tapioca starch into the black jelly juice, without Stop stirring, and finally pour it into a container, let it cool, and it will solidify into black jelly grass and freeze.

Song Nai followed the steps and succeeded in doing it only once.

"Lele, is it delicious?"

Feed a spoonful of grass jelly with soft white sugar into the child's mouth, Song Nai asked expectantly.

The jelly jelly slipped into the throat before the teeth could chew twice, before the tongue had time to savor it carefully, but Song Le faced his brother's shining eyes and said flatteringly, "It's delicious."

Song Nai was very happy.

He also tasted it himself, and it was no different from the taste and texture made by his mother before.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to tell Brother Zhang about his plan, but found that Mr. Ji's profile picture had several unread messages in red.

"the fat is in the fire?"

"Transfer +5000 to you"

5000 yuan, much more than what he returned to Mr. Ji.

Song Nai turned back to Siqianjiu, clumsily aimed at the prepared grass jelly, pressed the shutter, and sent Mr. Ji the result of several hours of labor.

I thought that Mr. Ji was busy, and it might be a long time before I saw it, but I didn't expect that while he was typing, the other party replied in seconds.

"what?"

Typing was too slow, Song Nai pressed the voice button, and said amidst the sound of Song Le hugging the bowl, "Mr. After a while, I want to try selling this tonight.”

If it can be sold, there will be an extra income.

"Save a bowl for me."

The swollen eyes widened in disbelief.

It was the first time that Mr. Ji offered to eat his food.

The little nanny smiled brightly, and her tone rose cheerfully, "Okay, Mr. Ji."

It's a pity that this bowl of jelly jelly jelly with a lot of milk can't be eaten.

Mrs. Ji fell into a coma and was sent to the hospital.

Ji Shen had never seen his arrogant mother look so out of control. As soon as he walked to the hospital bed, she hurriedly grabbed his hand.

"Son, that, that jen is back." Mrs. Ji's face was whiter than the wallpaper, and her long gemstone earrings swayed back and forth with her movements.

This afternoon, Mrs. Ji was drinking tea with a few sisters in her courtyard. The gardeners who planted flowers happened to arrive. They moved pots of hydrangea to the yard. Mrs. Ji got up to go to the bathroom. It was hit by a blind gardener, and a few pieces of paper suddenly fell from under the flower pot the gardener was holding.

Mrs. Ji glanced at it casually, saw the content on it clearly, immediately backed up a few steps in fright, and accidentally fell into the pond.

"The lower half of that gardener's face is exactly the same as An Rong's."

The bodyguard brought over the paper Mrs. Ji said, and Ji Shen took a look at it, frowning more and more.

Every piece of paper is a photo. The first one was taken on his 12th birthday when Mrs. Ji and Ji Longcheng were holding him and sitting on the lawn. The happy group photo was adjusted to blood red, and everyone's eyes were darkened. There were holes in the holes, sticky blood hung from the cake-cutting knife.

The next few photos are also similar, each group photo has been processed, and the style of painting has become bloody and gloomy, like a weird prank.

Mrs. Ji felt a chill, and quickly asked the bodyguard to turn off the air conditioner, "...is he not dead?"

Ji Shen tore up all these pictures and said firmly, "It won't be him."

Even though Ji Shen was only 13 years old that year, the circumstances of An Rong's death were clearly engraved in his mind.

When a person jumped from the sixth floor, the moment he touched the ground, his head was like a smashed watermelon, bleeding and brain matter.

His lower body was naked, and a baby had just poked its head out, and it was already out of breath.

If the baby survives, it will be his second brother.

But their mother and son died in front of him.