The twisted melon is sweet

Chapter 438 Extra Story: Teacher Chu X Principal Pan ([-])

Chu Qingyu returned to the study, and first did homework for Pan Shaohui.At the beginning, he could concentrate on drawing sketches, but he still kept in mind that he should not draw so well, otherwise he would be seen by the teacher as cheating.

Later, he was so attracted by the scent coming from the kitchen that he couldn't concentrate.

Hey, that never happened.If it wasn't because he was so hungry that his olfactory system was extremely sensitive, it was because Pan Shaohui's cooking skills were better than his father's.

Chu Qingyu touched his stomach, he was hungry, but was this hunger really hungry, or was it caused by the smell?It's hard to say.

"Hey, that, you, come out!"

Chu Qingyu stood up in a hurry, the chairs were brought down on the ground and he didn't help him. He went straight to the kitchen and saw vegetables being fried in the pot, red, green and white, really beautiful.He swallowed involuntarily.

"Apart from parsley, what else do you not eat?" Pan Shaohui asked while holding a spatula with an apron on his body.

"Hmm...coriander...and chili...it seems to work too."

"What do you mean by as if? To be more precise!" Pan Shaohui frowned.In the past, she only thought that Chu Qingyu was a cold and cold academic master, but she never thought that the truth is a sticky little white flower.

"It seems! I don't like chili peppers, but I see that there are already in the pot, but it smells delicious. I don't know how I feel about chili peppers now..." Chu Qingyu bit her thumbnail , There was grievance in the dark eyes.

Pan Shaohui softened his heart for a moment, and said, "I just put a little chili, and I'm going to put onions, can you do this?"

"Onion, it seems to be okay..."

Seeing Chu Qingyu grinding and chirping, Pan Shaohui really felt that it was a mistake to ask him.

During this meal, Chu Qingyu ate without raising her head, and wiped out two big steamed buns. In the end, she didn't bother to touch her round belly, and hurried to the sink to wash the dishes and dishes for nothing.

As soon as she came out, seeing Pan Shaohui wearing a coat, Chu Qingyu immediately said, "I haven't finished your homework yet."

"No more writing."

"I've already written half of it, so it's better to finish it. Otherwise, I'll write it for you tomorrow. The teacher said that a beginning and an end must be followed..."

Pan Shaohui started to have a headache, he zipped up, his face sank, and he said, "I can't write anymore!"

Chu Qingyu was startled and said in a low voice, "But what will I have for dinner tomorrow?"

Pan Shaohui was unable to support his forehead, so it was none of his business what little white flower ate!

"Are you going to the dormitory building to sell phone cards?"

At this moment, Pan Shaohui remembered his purpose when he first came here, and asked, "Do you need a phone card?"

"I don't need...uh, need to..."

"If you don't, I haven't seen you call at school."

This is true.Chu Qingyu's house is not far from the school, he goes home every day, and has no friends, so he really doesn't need a magnetic card phone.But he rolled his eyes and said, "I'm going to be an art school counselor tomorrow, so I can sell to students."

This... can have!

Pan Shaohui took out the card in his pocket, and he knew the total amount at a glance.As a result, Chu Qingyu used the calculator to press back and forth, and wrote and drew on the paper, and the numbers he got were still wrong.

Why is the legendary Xueba like this!This unscientific!

Chu Qingyu said embarrassedly: "It's okay to do math problems, but I often don't know the numbers in life. My dad won't let me buy vegetables. Brother Pan, for the sake of selling phone cards, I will return them at noon tomorrow. Come here, okay?"

Xiao Baihua spoke so sincerely and pitifully, with tears in her eyes, that she became a kind "Little Brother Pan", Pan Shaohui couldn't refuse this time.

Waking up the next day, little white flower Chu Qingyu lived in entanglement.On the desk is his little Brother Pan's homework, needless to say, he still has to do the homework for him.But it's too slow, will Brother Pan be dissatisfied?But Chu Qingyu didn't want to write too fast, then there would be no reason to eat delicious meals.

It's so confusing!

Chu Qingyu did her homework slowly, looking up at the time from time to time.Time is also passing very slowly, when will little Brother Pan come?Will it be forgotten?

Hey, I'm really going to be so sad!

Finally, when she heard the knock on the door, Chu Qingyu jumped off her chair and ran out, opened the door and saw that she couldn't use her eyes——Pan Shaohui was standing outside the door, holding a huge amount of plastic Bags, full of various ingredients.

Emma, ​​Chu Qingyu stretched out her hand to draw a ticket from her wallet.

"What are you doing? You agreed to do my homework for me, sell phone cards for me, and I'll do the cooking."

"But... I will go to the remedial class in the afternoon." Chu Qingyu's hand stopped, not knowing whether the money was for Pan Shaohui because his brother had to settle accounts clearly, or if the money was raised to make his brother Pan angry and never give it to him It's time to cook.

Life is so hard!

"I didn't point out those phone cards and sell them right away...Come here and peel the onions!"

"Okay!" Chu Qingyu was rescued from the entanglement, and immediately took the onion and squatted in front of the trash can.

"Brother Pan, how did you manage to cook so well?"

It is said that chatting or something while working, both parties will not feel tired.But why didn't I hear the answer?

Chu Qingyu looked up at the other party quietly, and found that Pan Shaohui's lips were tightly pressed, as if he was angry.Hey, it was fine just now, what's wrong with it?

After Chu Qingyu thought about it, it must be her own question that made him feel unhappy.It is said that only a happy mood can make delicious meals. How did I step on Pan Shaohui's minefield?

Chu Qingyu didn't dare to speak anymore, she lowered her head and peeled off the old skin of the onion, revealing the thin white roots.

Pan Shaohui was really unhappy just now, no one is born with the ability to cook a good meal.In those few years, his parents stayed in the hospital frequently, and he was the only one at home anyway, so he could make do with it for a day, but over the years, the environment forced him to be like this.

Pan Shaohui remembers very clearly that the first time he cut vegetables, he didn't grasp the angle properly, and the kitchen knife in his right hand cut off a large piece of nail cover from his right index finger...

However, when Chu Qingyu gently placed a handful of green and jade-white shallots on the cooking table in front of him, Pan Shaohui had already recovered from that unpleasant emotion.He turned on the faucet and started washing the vegetables.

"Brother Pan, do you want to cook so many kinds of dishes? Isn't it too rich?" Chu Qingyu couldn't help asking when he saw that there were at least four or five kinds of ingredients on the table.

"Here, burn more and put it in the refrigerator. Is it possible that I come to cook for you every day?"

Although what she said was reasonable, when Chu Qingyu heard it, she felt that she was being dragged down by others.He bit his lip and went back to the study sullenly.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly turned cold, Pan Shaohui turned his head to look at the back of Chu Qingyu leaving, couldn't help but sighed again, the high-cold Xueba is not only Xiaobaihua, but also BLX, ORZ~~~

When Chu Qingyu ate the braised pork ribs, he had already forgotten the unpleasantness just now, and he sincerely praised: "It's delicious!"

Pan Shaohui saw that his mouth was stuffed with food and his cheeks bulged like a hamster, and he suddenly felt very happy, "After the vegetables are cooled, they can be stored in the refrigerator. When the time comes, take them out and heat them up to eat."

"Yes. Thank you, Brother Pan."

After eating, Chu Qingyu diligently washed the dishes as usual.After wiping his hands clean, he pushed the homework book in front of Pan Shaohui, "It's almost done, you can just draw the following one like this."

Pan Shaohui glanced casually, "Okay." Then he was about to close the homework book.

"Hey, let me see if you draw a few strokes."

"Go home and draw." Pan Shaohui didn't want to admit that he didn't know how to continue.

Chu Qingyu stuffed the paintbrush into his hand, and drew on the paper with his fingers, "That's it, it's very simple."

……

Pan Shaohui found that Xiao Baihua became extremely stubborn when she got involved in painting-related matters.He had no choice but to pick up the pen and follow the path that Chu Qingyu's fingers had drawn, and began to draw lightly.

A smile appeared on Chu Qingyu's face, "That's right. Very good, why did you draw like this, the teacher said in class..."

Chu Qingyu talked eloquently, her face emitting a layer of luster.

Pan Shaohui actually realized that he... understood!In fact, he was listened to by the teacher in class, and he didn't think it was because no one pierced the membrane for him to reach the brain with knowledge.

And Chu Qingyu played a role in opening up the connection between the two.

For the first time, Pan Shaohui felt that painting seemed... not that difficult, and it also had a little bit of meaning.