My imagination has come true

Chapter 37 Seaweed Soup

The aroma of coffee in the western restaurant is so strong that it makes people upset.

Mu Aizhen also saw Mu Qingyun, and her bad mood suddenly became worse. She was on her own path, desperately seizing every opportunity to climb up, and seeing this person immediately disturbed her mood.

She raised her head indifferently, glanced at Gao Xiaowei, and said impatiently: "Will I get hurt, who I get close to, and what's none of your business?"

Gao Xiaowei was silent and raised his head stiffly.

Mu Aizhen frowned, with an impatient expression on her face: "If you're okay, don't keep looking for me. Our school is going to organize students to go abroad for study trips recently. If you can't speak English well, you won't be able to go. My mother asked someone to find me a teacher. Every day I have to take tutoring, I'm really busy."

Before she could finish her sentence, she had already left in a hurry.

Gao Xiaowei stared at her back for a long time before raising his hand to cover his red and hot eye sockets.

Aizhen is currently studying at a private school in Taoshi, Wanhua Middle School. He has heard of it. It is said that the students studying there have the lowest annual income of more than 300 million.

Although the number of a million is not a lot, even in the eyes of those who are really rich, there is no difference between a million and those with an annual income of hundreds of thousands or tens of thousands.

But this is indeed a huge threshold for people like them.

After all, the tuition fee alone is 20 a year, plus various miscellaneous fees, it is more than [-].However, the tuition and miscellaneous fees are still the least part of this year's expenses. Once in, do you want to participate in various research activities?Do you want to attend the training?
Gao Xiaowei has been sensible since he was a child. Unlike other people of his age, he knows the ways of the world.

Looking at the direction in which Mu Aizhen was going away, Gao Xiaowei only felt some pain in his heart. He didn't blame Aizhen, he knew that Aizhen was really getting anxious.

However, he couldn't continue like this.

He doesn't know anything else, but he understands that he hopes that in Aizhen's eyes, heart, and life, he is the most important person, and only himself.

As soon as Mu Qingyun went home and changed his clothes, Mr. Qiao brought a group of people to the door.

They were all Joe's construction engineers, and they went into the basement to start working as soon as they arrived.

Mr. Qiao didn't go to the study room, he greeted her casually, sat on the white jade steps outside the eight carved gates, and dragged the commonly used small square table to his eyes.

After Mu Qingyun finished today's homework, through the window of the study, Mr. Qiao was wearing a white shirt, the collar was unbuttoned, and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, showing soft and beautiful muscles in the cold wind.

There are two computers on the square table in front of him, and a large [-]-inch display screen hangs on the front shelf.

With the boss around, as soon as Jia Junhao entered the house, he diligently went to the kitchen to boil soup and medicine.

Mu Qingyun usually soaks this soup once every three days, and after each soak, he can 'see' his strength increase a little.

Its benefits are not just the increase in strength visible to the naked eye.

Every time the high-intensity training is over, Mu Qingyun is of course very happy in the senses. With "Heaven rewards hard work", she doesn't know what it means to suffer mentally, but her body is still a mortal body, still stiff and numb, like rusty iron, But once the soup is soaked, the limbs are stretched, and the gentle and gentle power nourishes the body from the inside out, and I feel much more relaxed all of a sudden.

Now that Mu Qingyun's foot-poking skills have entered the door, Jia Junhao didn't tell her, but privately boasted to Mr. Qiao, saying that he is a famous teacher, a hundred times better than his master.

His master took him to practice martial arts for three or two years, and it was only half a month's work as a disciple.

Mu Qingyun was proud of herself, but she wanted to make this medicinal soup more and more actively. The boxing technique has entered the realm too quickly. Apart from the benefits of ease, only she knows the clamor of the various parts of the body.

For example, the increase in appetite.

Now, if she doesn’t make medicine soup for a while, she stuffs half a bag of chocolates, Snickers bars, milk, cakes, and bread into her backpack every day, and eats them all after half a day, and it’s not worth it, and she will still be the same when she goes home. I was so hungry that my chest was pressed against my back, and it was terribly uncomfortable.

But I ate too much of this mess, and my wallet couldn't bear it, not to mention anything else.

Mr. Qiao is very generous. He gave a lot of money when he went back to the ancient city last time.But most of the money was spent on the decoration and maintenance of the Mu family's old house, and the expansion of the basement, and she still had to save money for college.

The cost of going to college is definitely not small, so of course we have to plan ahead. Is it possible that after she went to college, her mother really asked her mother to use the little money from her own money to support her, and pay her tuition?
In addition to being unable to withstand the wallet, the stomach is also somewhat unable to withstand it.

The day before yesterday, Jia Junhao noticed that her stomach was out of breath, so he adjusted her bathing prescription.

In the final analysis, it is the most economical and cost-effective to take a medicated bath. After all, Mr. Qiao and his old man are responsible for digging out the wallet.

Mr. Qiao said that this is an early investment for Teacher Xiaofang.

According to him, for things like this, investment must be made in advance, and when it is used, it will be used smoothly. Usually, if you don’t burn incense or worship Buddha, and then knock on the temple door when you need the blessing of gods and Buddhas, will it be useful?

Even if it is useful, other gods and Buddhas must first take care of those who have prepared favors early.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help sighing in his heart, Mr. Qiao's business ability is really amazing.If it wasn't for being able to make money, Qiao's might have gone bankrupt a hundred times already with this attitude of spending money like water.

After soaking in the medicated bath for half an hour, Mu Qingyun went to the kitchen and baked a plate of more than a dozen pancakes, steamed bacon slices, tiger skin eggs cut in half, and a few cucumber strips. After eating two pancakes in one go, I unpacked a pack of seaweed and shrimps to cook in soup.

Eating porridge with cakes at night is the most delicious, but there is a lot of homework today, Teacher Jia is preparing the lesson plan, and I will give her the history later, I really don’t have time, Mr. Fang has not been seen recently, so it would be a bit embarrassing for Mr. Qiao to cook. Congee will lose its flavor after a short time, and seaweed and shrimp soup will come in handy.

This is an instant soup dumpling. Mu Qingyun liked to drink it when he was a child. He went to the supermarket to buy a large pack of the mass-market version. It costs 20 yuan to drink for a month.

Sometimes her father and Sun Xiaomei took their two children out, and Mu Qingyun didn't have any money, so he would make rice with seaweed and shrimp soup, or eat it with steamed buns. It was delicious and not bad at all.

Jia Junhao came over by himself to bring a bowl of soup and a pancake roll, then turned his head and asked Qiao Qing, "Mr. Qiao, do you want to eat?"

"eat."

Mu Qingyun brought him pancakes and soup.

This one is in Kunlun, and it takes less than two hours to eat other people's shrimps and go to sea.

He wouldn't eat anything close to it, but at this time, the pancake rolls were delicious, and he didn't mind drinking the soup prepared with this industrial flavor.

The three sat on the jade steps to eat together.

While eating, Jia Junhao and Qiao Qing talked about Fang Zhilong who came to play for a long time.

Qiao Qing didn't even move her eyebrows, and said: "It's okay, it's normal to test, but the family members don't pay attention to Ah Qing, which is good, and we don't want to play with them now."

Mu Qingyun nodded solemnly.

Today, her math homework consisted of two papers. In addition to her twelve-page workbook, she also had to write an argumentative paper for her Chinese homework. Homework for other subjects also piled up.

There is really no time to care about this so-called good thing with a success rate of less than [-]%.

(End of this chapter)