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'What's for dinner?There is some dough at home, and some meat stuffing, less meat stuffing, how about making meat rolls?Make another meatball soup, and I will go back and buy some cabbage later. Song Jin slipped away while walking, thinking about the recipe.

"Xiao Song, Xiao Song—" Following the voice, Song Jin's arm was pulled, "Xiao Song, what are you thinking? I'll call you for a long time." Teacher Fan from the language group said with a little panting.

The corner of Song Jin's mouth raised a standard smile, "Teacher Fan, I'm so sorry, I was thinking about the painting competition in the city next month, and I didn't pay attention for a while." He said with a little apology.

"Oh, it's nothing. You're busy when others are on vacation." Teacher Fan said understandingly, there were only two art teachers in the whole school, and the other was on sick leave all year round.It's not easy for Xiao Song either.

On Song Jin's face, there was an understanding Long live words.

"Hey, I won't tell you any more and I'll start class right away. You can stay for a while after get off work. I have something to tell you." Teacher Fan walked quickly to the stairs at the back, taking advantage of the self-study class. Overtime class.

Song Jin opened his mouth to swallow what he wanted to say, rubbed his belly, "I can only wait for one more class. 'Turn around and continue walking outside the building.

I went downstairs to a row of bungalows on the right side of the school. This place was originally an old classroom and was later used as a classroom and material room for sports, art and music.

It has been two years since Song Jin came to No. [-] Middle School. Teacher Zhao, who used to teach art, is in poor health and is in a semi-retired state. It's comfortable, he and Mr. Zhao have a tacit understanding, he doesn't go to the office in the new building, and Mr. Zhao, the art teacher here, doesn't come here easily.

Entering the door of the large classroom, there are many plaster models and painting utensils inside. Middle school students don’t pay much attention to art classes. This place is almost becoming Song Jin’s studio.

Passing through the classroom, there is a small door at the back, which is his office. It is fifteen or six square meters. Song Jin divides the room into two spaces with a screen made by himself. Abstract paintings, although very simple, give people a very comfortable feeling.

There is a writing desk in front of the screen, which is used for office work, and a single bed at the back, which is usually used for rest, and sometimes I don’t go back at night, so I live here.

Put the book on the table, took out the phone and sent a WeChat message.

'Going home for dinner tonight? '

Soon the other party's information came over.

'Okay, I just finished my work, are you off work? '

'Not yet, Teacher Fan is looking for me, and I have to wait until get out of class is over. '

'What's for dinner that night, I'll go buy it. '

'Hee hee, go buy a bundle of spinach, then take out the minced meat in the refrigerator and melt it, and eat meat rolls at night. '

'OKAY'

After sending the message, Song Jin was in a great mood, and finally there was no need to postpone the meal time.Once he gets home, he can have dinner at six o'clock.

In the office until the end of get out of class, Song Jin went to the stairs where Teacher Fan was in class early in order not to delay the time to go home. Hearing the bell, he walked unhurriedly to the classroom where Teacher Fan was, with a gentle expression on his face. It can't be seen that this face is a foodie heart.

His gentle expression attracted a large group of middle school girls, and when they came to him, they all held their hearts and blushed. Song Jin unconsciously smiled at the little girls, and the girls were so startled that they suppressed their screams and ran upstairs. Down.The charm of a male god.

"Xiao Song, I kept you waiting."

"It's nothing, I just came here." Knowing the long wait, Song Jin's expression was awkward and his heart was slandering.

"Come on, let's go to the side and talk." Teacher Fan smiled and pulled Song Jin to the side.

"Xiao Song is 25 this year." Teacher Fan was obviously very clear and asked the question knowingly.

"Well. I'm 25 this year."

"It's so fast, Xiao Song has been in school for two years, is there a partner?" Teacher Fan asked tentatively.

Song Jin knew in his heart that his belly was a little flat and he was a little impatient, but he didn't show it on his face, and even had a shy expression on his face, "No?" It's a good thing to introduce someone.When will his girlfriend come to him.

"That's great. I happen to have a good girl here. She is the daughter of my classmate. She is 23 this year and just graduated from university. I saw her from a young age. She has good conditions in all aspects. I think you two are a good match. How about See you some other day?" Teacher Fan was very enthusiastic about making connections.

Song Jin smiled and said, "Thank you, Teacher Fan. Teacher Fan will fix the time." Seize every possible opportunity.

"Okay, let me ask that girl, and set a date to meet you two."

Song Jin nodded and raised his hand to look at his watch, "I'll be waiting for your news, Mr. Fan. I've made an appointment with my friend. If I have nothing to do, I'll leave first." Since it's not today, eating is still the most important thing.

"Okay then, let's go. I'll tell you when I have news." Teacher Fan said with a smile.

After leaving the teaching building, Song Jin walked quickly to the outside of the school, turned a corner and went to the parking lot, and drove home in his Beetle.

The school is in the old district, and his family lives in the central square, and it takes 15 minutes to drive. This will be the rush hour for get off work, so I might as well drive around the city to hurry up.

Just like that, I got home at five twenty.The car drove into the underground garage, got on the elevator, and reached the 23rd floor, and saw that the door of his house was open.

"I'm back." Song Jin called out and changed his shoes.

"I'm back." Li Mo was carrying a laundry basket in his hand, and he was wearing an apron. The apron belonged to the little yellow man, and he bought the rice cooker as a gift.

"Oh, I've made you work again." Song Jin was very insincere, with a playful smile on his face, showing no embarrassment at all.

"In just a few days, you have accumulated such a large pile of clothes." Li Mo said while hanging the clothes on the hanger.

"It's not my fault, it's hot today, I change three clothes a day, and I still feel like I'm rotten." Song Jin said as he took off his shirt, put it under his nose to smell it, and then threw it away.

Li Mo glanced at him silently, picked up the clothes that had just fallen to the ground and put them in the basket without saying anything.

Song Jin felt his body was sticky, and he took it off as he walked. When he got to the bathroom, his clothes were already scattered all over the floor.

Li Mo also got used to him like this, and followed behind to pick it up all the way.

After taking a brief shower, Song Jin changed into shorts and a vest and went to the kitchen.

Song Jin and Li Mo have known each other since childhood. Li Mo is two years older than Song Jin. He is a classmate with Song Jin's elder brother. Both of them are on the basketball team. At that time, Song Yu and Li Mo regarded him as his younger brother. Later, they went to university in the same city and became close.

After several years of contact, Li Mo knew that Song Jin was a very duplicity person. On the surface, he was a gentle god, but in fact he was a very sloppy person, confused about housework, and a little headstrong.The biggest advantage is its superb cooking skills, and of course it is also a senior foodie.

When Li Mo was in college, he was used to cleaning up the mess for him. Of course, someone had other ideas, so he did it willingly.

Song Jin entered the kitchen, the noodles had already been kneaded, and she continued to wake up. The frozen balls in the refrigerator were also taken out, spinach. "By the way, the sour bamboo shoots I made before are almost done." Thinking of Song Jin, he took out the sour bamboo shoots he made and opened a can. Oh, the smell is so good.Make another fried beef with sour bamboo shoots.Oops, my mouth is watering.

Song Jin put the sour bamboo shoots aside, took out the beef in the refrigerator, and melted it first.

Steam the steamed buns first, adjust the meat filling, there is not much meat filling, put more chopped green onion inside, divide the dough into pieces, roll it into a cake shape and spread the filling on it, empty it when it is on the side, and then roll the cake Get up, then twist the two sides, and a meat roll is ready. Spread the cloth on the steamer and put the meat rolls in it. Don't rush to turn on the fire, let it rise for a while, and then steam for 15 minutes.

Song Jin looked at the steam in the pot, started making soup, and finally fried sour bamboo shoots and beef.

While Song Jin was cooking, Li Mo cleaned up the inside and outside of the house, washed and hung up the dirty clothes.That quick look means that he often does housework.

"Come and taste it, the sour bamboo shoots are ready to eat today." Song Jin brought the dishes to the table.

Li Mo took off his apron, didn't sit down, picked up a piece of sour bamboo shoot with chopsticks, tasted it and raised his thumb, "It's very good, better than the ones sold outside."

Song Jin had a rare moment of humility, "Oh, it's so-so, our bamboo shoots are not fresh enough, so we can't compare with outsiders."

Li Mo smiled and went into the kitchen to serve the dishes.During Song Jin's university years, the two of them have been living together outside, and they got along very well in all aspects.

After dinner, Song Jin rubbed his belly and sat on the sofa watching TV, while Li Mo cleaned up in the kitchen, "Oh, do you think the weather is abnormal this year? It's so hot. Today, some students in our school suffered from heat stroke. The third graders Teacher Gu also fainted and sent to the hospital, I heard it’s not very good.” Song Jin watched the news on TV that the high temperature continued in the south, and many people were admitted to the hospital because of heatstroke, but they are a city in the north, and even they I can't stand it, let alone anything else.

"It's a bit abnormal. You should park your car in the underground parking lot of Lejiajia Supermarket these days. I heard that many cars have been exposed to the sun in the past few days." Li Mo wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen with a fruit plate. .

"Well, it's been very hot in the car these two days, so we can't park outside." It's just that he has to walk five or six minutes to get out of the Lejiajia supermarket, and it's not cool in the morning.

"Why don't I talk to my dad and see if I can transfer you to the experimental middle school. It should be closer to home." Li Mo's father is an old teacher. He is now teaching senior three in No. [-] High School. A very famous teacher can also say Let's talk.If my father can speak, he can work it out, and it won't be difficult to transfer to the experimental middle school.

Song Jin shook his head, and took a bite of the apple, "Farewell, the experimental middle school is the key point now, although the teaching task is not heavy, but the management is strict, our school has a looser management, and now we can come back a class or two early, if we go Experimental middle school is not so convenient." He is not ambitious either.

Li Mo didn't insist and just said, "I heard from my dad that the Education Bureau will start to focus on school management in the second half of the year. I'm afraid you won't be able to relax so easily. You also need to be careful about opening small classes."

Song Jin also heard the letter, "It's okay, I won't be at school in the second half of the year. After these students pass, I don't want to teach middle school students anymore. Several parents have consulted through relationships and want me to guide college entrance examination students. It’s also a little bit related, it’s much easier to guide a few students who are going to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts than to teach middle school students.” An art teacher like him, the salary and bonus are not too high, but the art teacher opens a small class to teach interested students, one hour For four and fifty yuan, you only need to teach three or four nights a week, and your income will exceed 50 yuan.

Song Jin had about a dozen students before, and he always held classes in the school art classroom at night. The school was not strictly controlled, and he paid some money to the school every month, but if the control was strict, he would have to change places in the future.

"By the way, you said Teacher Fan is looking for you. Is that Teacher Fan the one whose husband works in the Water Conservancy Bureau?" Li Mo said casually.

"You even know where our school teacher works?" Song Jin was a little unexpected.

"You forgot that I was in the third year of junior high school at your school. When I graduated, Teacher Fan just went to school. I wanted to ask if it was her." Li Mo explained calmly.

"It's her. She taught you? It's very strict. The students in her class call her Mammy."

"Hehe, it hasn't changed for so many years. The students in their class gave the teacher a nickname and told you." This popularity is also very good.

"That is, who let Mr. Fan occupy my art class exam, I am the number one god in the hearts of the students. They all like my class." Song Jin said with some pride.

"The number one male god is the sloppy male god." Li Mo joked with a smile.

Song Jin kicked Li Mo with his foot, "Go, I'm informal. A male god like me is a male god even if he doesn't wash his socks. You fool will not understand the world of our male gods."

Li Mo grabbed Song Jin's feet with a smile, "I won't come to that line for a month, to see if you can maintain the glory of a male god."

Song Jin's face was a little stiff, but he quickly recovered, "It doesn't matter, do you know what Teacher Fan asked for?"

"What?" Li Mo frowned.

"Of course you introduced someone to me. Maybe you won't need Brother Mo to clean up the house in the future." Song Jin said a little proudly.

Li Mo thought to himself that it was as expected, he was not angry after hearing Song Jin's words, but instead smiled and said, "Then I will wait and see, I hope your blind date will be successful this time."

Song Jin was immediately discouraged after hearing Li Mo's words, "Oh, I hope so too."