strokinit Chapter 209 Ying Yinman is dishonest, behind the curtain...
Chapter 209 Ying Yinman is dishonest, behind the curtain...
Seeing the worry on his mother's face, Mu Yi's heart warmed, and then quickly explained:
"Mother, I didn't steal it. There's a lot left in the school's room at noon, so I gave it to everyone for dinner."
"Ah? Why is this stuff called buns left, isn't it delicious?" Mu Yi's mother's eyes were full of doubts.
She heard that the food in the school is good.
But this bun is full of meat, even if it's not delicious, there shouldn't be any leftovers.
Mu Yi smiled: "Why is it not delicious, this bun is delicious, I ate four for lunch for such a big bun."
"Then why are there any leftovers?" Mu Yi's mother asked worriedly.
She still has doubts.
"I heard from the aunt who worked in the kitchen. The fairy explained that we must cook more meals because we are getting older."
As Mu Yi said, he put the steamed bun in his mother's hands.
"Mother, eat these two buns. I ate too much for lunch, and I'm not hungry at all now."
"Guru 17 grunts..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Yi's stomach growled in disappointment.
His face turned red, and seeing that his mother was about to hand the buns back, he hurriedly carried the bamboo basket at the door and ran away as if flying.
"Mother, I went to the forest to pick up the bark of fallen leaves. You should eat the buns quickly."
Mu Yi's voice gradually faded away with his figure.
Mu Yi's mother looked at the steamed bun in her hand, her eyes a little wet
Although the bun is already cold, she knows that this is not simply food to fill her stomach.
but hope.
The hope of the people of Daqin in the future.
"Thank you fairy, thank you fairy! 35
The same scene is being played out in Xianyang City and surrounding villages.
In less than a week, the appearance of the school has turned into the students and their families who are studying in the school, bringing about great changes.
Such changes, passed on layer by layer, will eventually affect the entire Daqin.
And the host behind all this, the funder, and the fairy in the eyes of many people - Su Yu.
There is a great movement going on.
Ying Yinman lay on the comfortable bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Simple reinforced concrete walls, the sound insulation effect is not good.
A faint voice came.
But it is inevitable that some...
After struggling for a while in her heart, she finally quietly got up in her clothes, gently opened the door of the terrace, and walked to the terrace next door...
"How is it, Yinman, does this tofu suit your appetite? 55
Early in the morning, Su Yu and Ying Yinman got up early.
In fact, Su Yu originally wanted to do a "morning exercise" as usual.
But Meng Wanning refused resolutely.
Now it's not just the two of them on the third floor of the house.
It's fine at night, but during the day...
Absolutely not!
So, Su Yu and Meng Wanning, who had resumed their habit of getting up early, went to the breakfast table.
Ying Yinman lowered his head the whole time and ate without saying a word.
Hearing Su Yu's question, her hands trembled and she almost missed her chopsticks.
"Ah, it's very... delicious, and this soy milk is also delicious." Ying Yinman whispered.
As soon as she saw Su Yu and Meng Wanning now, she couldn't help thinking of the scene she saw on the terrace last night through the gap in the curtains.
Seeing her appearance, a smile appeared on the corner of Su Yu's mouth.
Ying Yinman, a weak woman, has come to his window, how could he not know.
It's just that everyone keeps their faces.
But Ying Yinman, this little girl, doesn't seem to be as well-behaved as she looks.
It will be interesting after this.
"After eating, I went to training.
Hu Hai's voice interrupted Su Yu's thoughts.
Seeing that he was about to go out after putting down the tableware, Su Yu called out to him: "Go and practice bow and crossbow, exercise vigorously after meals, and be careful of sagging stomach."
Oops, I see, mother-in-law..."
Going to training now?
Meng Wanning and Ying Yinman, who were eating, were stunned for a moment, then looked out the window.
"Clap la la la..."
The sky covered with lead clouds seems to have opened a hole, and the torrential rain is pouring down.
How to train in such weather?
However, Hu Hai had already carried the quiver full of arrows and missing crossbows on his back.
With a recurve bow in one hand and a divine crossbow in the other, he opened the door without hesitation and entered the dense rain curtain.
Ying Yinman looked at Hu Hai's back with some distress.
My brother has been spoiled since childhood.
Now it is possible to endure so much hardship in order to lead the special forces.
As a sister, he saw it in his eyes, and it would be a lie to say that he didn't feel bad.
Soon, Su Yu also finished eating.
Going out with an umbrella, Su Yu came to Hu Hai, who had already been drenched in soup.
Looking at Hu Hai who was constantly opening and closing the 610 with a recurve bow in the face of the rain, Su Yu reminded:
"Aim higher when it rains, the rain will affect the angle of the arrow.
"Get over it, keep your eyes open when you feel uncomfortable. Sometimes the moment you blink, the enemy's arrow has already hit you."
"Open your mouth and breathe, you won't be afraid of choking when breathing through your nose in such a heavy rain."
"Your hair is really in the way, it will smear your face when it rains.
For a full half an hour, one of them was holding an umbrella, the other was soaking in the rain, and they kept repeating the action of shooting and picking up arrows.
In fact, Su Yu originally planned to go to the main street today and pick a suitable place as the location of the restaurant.
Seeing that Lao Zhao bought a large number of potatoes from himself, they have been planted in the designated village.
His restaurant, which is responsible for distributing wealth, should almost be planning.
When the potatoes are cooked, the people will have money in their hands.
His restaurant can also be opened.
And as soon as his restaurant opened, the people had more money and more spending.
The more developed the business, the more Lao Zhao's pockets became.
When this old Zhao's pockets are swollen, will there be a shortage of system funds?