Chapter 54 pt 1 (2/2)

“Zhao’er, I still want to eat the smashed noodles you make. I want daylilies, black fungus1, shiitake mushrooms, and lean meat.”

“Okay, I’ll make it for you later. All the ingredients happen to be available at home, ready-made.”

“I still want to eat the guoyou2 meat you cooked. You don’t know that the food in the school’s dining hall is terrible. Every time you bring me pickled vegetables, the little fat guy eats more than half of it. When it comes to me, I don’t have much left.”

“Then I told you to bring more, you still won’t let me!”

“The pickles made by Zhao’er can only be eaten by me. I still want to eat them until autumn, so I don’t want to share with them. I am very generous to share some with them.”

After Zhao’er went to the kitchen room, the noodles were already prepared, but she remained stunned for a while.

She thought that the little man today was very finicky and childish, which reminds her of the past. At that time mother was in bad shape, and father was busy doing carpentry around town, and she was the only one who was cooking in the second family. She was a little taller than the stove, and the little man was two heads shorter than her, but he always liked to follow behind her, calling out her name.

“Zhao’er, I want to eat purple mulberry.”

“Zhao’er, I want to eat eggs.”

“Zhao’er, Juncai Ge ate meat. Why don’t I have meat to eat.”

She took him out to dig bird’s nest and find bird eggs to eat. She remembered that she had picked up a pheasant that was stunned. That was the first time she roasted chicken. Although it was clean, it was half-baked, but he ate it deliciously.

“Zhao’er, it is so fragrant.”

She didn’t know when this situation stopped occurring, but fortunately it is back now.

“Every time you return to the academy on the first day after break, you are awkward, like a chicken that has been defeated in a fight. What’s wrong? That Jiang Wu Ge is still in the shadows?”

Xue TingRang glanced at Mao Badou, sat down in front of his desk, took out pens, inks, papers, inkstones and other objects from the book bag, and placed them one by one in their correct place.

Seeing that the other party was ignoring him, Mao Badou was quite annoyed: “Well, you little Tingzi3. When you want to use your brother, you take a mouthful out of him. Now you don’t need me anymore, your good brother is an eye-catching ghost. You have no conscience.”

Every time Mao Badou speaks, he changes from being serious to not being serious.

Li Datian laughed loudly behind the two of them, stabbed the fat waist of Mao Badou, and said, “Badou, what are you reading now?”

It was Li Datian who knew Mao Badou best. During break, Mao Badou went to the small book stand he usually went to whenever he had money. Seeing the bookstand owner bring out new scripts, he went up to buy two.

It’s still early, and the Xiansheng hasn’t come yet. There are only a few students sitting scattered in the lecture hall. Although Mao Badou was not used to being serious, he was still afraid of being heard by others, so he smiled triumphantly and said in a low voice: “Buddha says you can’t say it.”

“Even if you are a Buddha, you are also the fattest Maitreya Buddha.”

“Good, Li Datian. You dare to say that this young master is fat.” The heart-pierced Mao Badou jumped up.

The two were arguing for a while, and Xue TingRang and Chen Jian looked at each other helplessly, shaking their heads.

Just when they wanted to stop the two of them from playing around, a few students passed by and sneered: “Just like this, and still wants to be in the top scorers of the school exam.”

The reason why they would say this was because of Mao Badou.

He changed his earlier temperament and worked hard to study, which really shocked the crowd. Mao Badou was well-known in the academy before, and he also had a few friends, but he was alienated after the incident. After He Ming framed this incident, some people took the initiative to talk to him.

Mao Badou knew that these people were snobs, but he was not stupid enough to deliberately get into trouble with others. So occasionally he chatted a few words, mentioning hard work, and he naturally said that he was heading for the top scorers of the school exam. This word was spread out somehow, and some students who had been uncomfortable with his behavior took it as a joke.

However, those who dare to laugh to their face like this are usually not the ones Mao Badou meet often.

Mao Badou immediately became upset, but Chen Jian stopped him: “Stop, why bother with them.”

Xue TingRang lazily said: “If you entered the top scorers of the exam, then you will have just slapped them in the face.”

The two of them didn’t hide their voices, naturally they were heard by those on the other side. One of the students, the one who just sneered, had a face full of disdain: “You can enter the top scorers and get into Class A when the water of the Yellow River flows backward.”

“Then what if we entered?” Xue TingRang said suddenly.

“Entered?” The man was stunned for a moment before he stubbornly stuck to his belief: “With his half hearted studying and dependence on the Buddha’s luck, if he can really get into Class A, then that must mean God is blind.”

“Then what if I enter?”

“Bet against him, bet against him.” A student booed next to him.

This person immediately said: “If you can get into the top scorers, I will give you one or two, no, I will give you five liang silver!”