Rebirth of the Little Military Wife

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Knowing that it is one of the world's top ten famous books, but saying that I haven't read it is a bit fake.

But I have seen it. If she is a junior student and has just arrived in the middle school, where can I see such classics?

Therefore, Tang Huai did not say that she had read it, nor did she say that she had not read it. She held the book in her arms and suddenly smiled, smiling like an innocent little girl.

An imperceptible smile flashed through Jing Xuan's narrow and deep eyes, he hooked his lips and walked out.

"..." Tang Huai was behind him, looking at his tall and straight back with his lips wondering, didn't he come to get some books? After giving the book to her, how about the two hands come out empty?

Frowning, Tang Huai said: "He didn't come to get the book, he came to get the love letter, but all the love letters were taken by Tang Ying."

After walking out of the living room, Jing Xuan suddenly turned around to look at Tang Huai. Tang Huai quickly stopped and raised his eyes to hit his deep eyes, "Brother Jing Xuan ...?"

Jing Xuan stared directly at her eyes, his clear black eyes reflecting his little figure.

Jing Xuan was silent for a few seconds before he suddenly laughed, raised his hand and touched Tang Huai's head like a big brother, the voice was very pleasant, "Can the results keep up?"

"Anything but mathematics." Tang Huai smiled.

He didn't know that when he touched her head, it was like touching her heart. There was a feeling in her heart that could not be described at all. This kind of feeling was not annoying, but she didn't want to like it, weird, like Throbbing, ripples again.

"Yun Yong is a science genius. If you don't understand anything, you can ask him." Jing Xuan said.

"Okay." Thinking of Zhao Yunyong, Tang Huaichun smiled, "Ms. Zhao is the youngest and most handsome male teacher in the middle school, and many girls like him."

"How about you? Do you like him?"

Tang Huai chuckled, "Like, he is so handsome."

When she chuckled, she brought a perfunctory look into Jing Xuan's eyes, so naive and brilliant.

Jing Xuan walked to the chair and sat down, leaning gracefully on her slender legs, leaning back toward the chair, and was lazy.

He raised an arm and lay lazily on the side of the chair. He was sitting, and Tang Huai was standing, but he was able to stare at Tang Huai.

He is one meter eight or eight, Tang Huai is currently one meter five or six ...

He smiled gracefully, with a hint of playfulness, "I heard you will make ramen?"

Tang Huai was surprised: "You won't just get home, will Jing Min tell you this?"

"I want ramen."

"There is no more flour at home." Tang Huai wanted to say that her family was out of flour, but think about it, this house is his, not hers, it can not be said that it is hers, she said before she thought of better words. This sentence.

Jing Xuan heard, raised his eyebrows slightly, at home ... How did I hear that it was like his and hers?

"I heard that your fried egg is tender and tender on the outside, which is delicious." The implication is that he wants to eat her fried egg.

Tang Huai smiled awkwardly, "Brother Jing Xuan, my family doesn't have chickens or eggs."

"There is a lot of grass here and there are tree shades. I suggest Aunt Tang to raise some chickens. You can still kill them when you come back on weekends."

"This is a good suggestion. I will go to town with my grandma tomorrow to buy chickens and raise them."

"That egg ..." Jing Xuan sat up straight, "I'll go home and get it for you?"

Tang Huai looked at Jing Xuan's eyes. "Brother Jing Xuan, my family has pumpkins. How about I make pumpkin pie for you?"

"Okay." Jing Xuan leaned back lazily again.

"You wait for me, I will do it now." Tang Huai put the book in Jingxuan's arms, trot out of the living room, and went straight to the kitchen.

Jing Xuan held two books, turned her head, looked at her petite back, and couldn't help raising her lips.

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after an hour.

Jing Xuan sat at the dining table and looked at the pumpkin pie on the plate, drooling.

"It's good to sell." Jing Xuan rarely praised people.

"You try it, it should be better than poached eggs." Tang Huai pushed the pumpkin pie in front of him.

"Okay." Jing Xuan picked up the chopsticks and took a piece of pumpkin pie and took a bite.

The scent of pumpkin instantly overflowed his mouth, with a slight sweet taste, and the outer coke was tender, because the glutinous rice flour was used instead of flour.

"My grandmother must like it." Mrs. Jing has bad teeth and a bad stomach. This can't be eaten. What she can eat can't be eaten because of dental problems.

"Leave me eight, and you will take the rest," Tang Huai said.

"No more?"

"Enough." Tang Huai knew that Mrs. Jing would like it and deliberately made more for Jing Xuan.

She believed that with Jingxuan's appetite, it would be no problem to eat ten.

"Also." Jing Xuan took two and stood up. "I took it back to my grandma and let her eat while it was hot."

After Tang Huai took a small plate and brought out eight, all of them let Jing Xuan back.

After the pumpkin pie is sold, the color is also eye-catching, golden and golden.

Jing Xuan returned all the way, attracting many people's attention.

Passerby: "Jing Shao, what are you looking for?"

Jing Xuan: "Pumpkin Pie."

Passerby: "Jing Shao, can you give me a piece?"

Jing Xuan: "No."

Apart from his family, he does not intend to share with the villagers.

Passerby: ...

When did Jing Shao become so mean?

Entering the courtyard, Mrs. Jing sat in the yard to bask in the sun.

Seeing Jing Xuan, the old man was as vigorous as the blood of chicken.

When he saw Jing Xuan returning with food, she lit up: "Jing Xuan, what is that?"

Jing Xuan squatted down next to Mrs. Jing and put the plate in front of Mrs. Jing, "Grandma, do you smell that?"

Pumpkin rice fried with peanuts, with a tantalizing aroma.

Mrs. Jing smelled it, and her spit came out.

"Taste a piece." Jing Xuan smiled.

Mrs. Jing can't wait to pick up a piece and taste it.

Her eyes widened and her expression was exaggerated, "delicious! This is the best glutinous rice dumpling I have ever eaten in my life!"

"Grandma, this is not glutinous rice dumplings, but pumpkin pie."

"Pumpkin pie?" Mrs. Jing heard the pumpkin pie for the first time, and she took another bite. "Is the pie so soft and glutinous?"

"Pumpkin and glutinous rice flour are made together." Jing Xuan smiled softly. He saw Tang Huai made glutinous rice flour and made these things. She was very familiar with it.

"Have you done it?" Mrs. Jing brightened again.

Jing Xuan smiled: "Tang Huai made it."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Jing's face suddenly sank. "You went to her as soon as you came back?"

Jing Xuan knew what Mrs. Jing was worried about. He got up and lied: "No, some letters are there. I want to get it back. I just saw Aunt Tang Wu cooking pumpkin. She said that Tang Huai made pumpkin pie and let me take it back You try it. "

In fact, he was not going to get any letter, let alone a book. He knew that Tang Huai lived there, so he just wanted to go and read it. He didn't know when to start, he liked to lie.

Mrs. Jing chewed the pumpkin pie in her mouth, "What do you think of Tang Huai?"