The school girl at the same table can't be a middle school girl

Soon after, the sun slowly set towards the distant mountains.

It was close to 5 o'clock. At this time, An Guoliang walked in from the door, holding vegetables in his hand, both meat and vegetarian.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen shouted to the old man with a bright smile on his face.

"Grandpa An, you're back from playing chess."

Jiang Chen shouted, he knew the habits of the old man in front of him, every afternoon he would go to Jiangbin Park not far from the community to play chess with other old people.

"Yeah, little stone, you are here, and you will have dinner at my house tonight."

The old man said with a kind smile on his face.

"Okay." Jiang Chen responded straightforwardly, without any twitching gesture.

In the past, when my father went on a trip, when he didn't want to go to a small restaurant outside or order takeaway, he would come to the old man's place for a meal.

And An Guoliang has been neighbors with Jiang Chen for many years, and he also knows about Jiang Chen's family affairs, and sometimes he will take the initiative to ask Jiang Chen to eat at his house.

"grandfather."

At this moment, An Yimo also finished playing, raised his head, and shouted to the old man with a slight smile on his face.

Since she was a child, she has been closer to this kind old man.

"Hey, Xiao An is playing the piano."

"Ah."

An Yimo nodded.

"Are you hungry?"

"A little hungry."

"Okay, grandpa will cook for you now."

With that said, An Guoliang walked into the house.

"Grandpa, let me wash the rice and vegetables for you."

At this time, An Yimo stood up, came to the old man, and took the vegetables.

"Okay, okay." An Guoliang smiled, then looked at Jiang Chen who was sitting on the chair and said.

"Little Shitou, don't sit still, go help."

"okay."

Jiang Chen responded.

Afterwards, Jiang Chen and An Yimo each moved a small stool and sat by the faucet in the yard and started working.

The residences in Qingxiu District are quite unique, like small villas, each house is not far apart, and each house has a small yard or garden, most of which are surrounded by fences and railings, but there are also iron bars.

Although the privacy is a bit poor, other aspects such as ventilation, beautiful environment, more communication with neighbors, and convenient travel, these advantages are still good.

In terms of houses, they are not big or small, with two or three floors, three or four floors, halls, bedrooms, and study rooms, and the rooms are enough for a small family to live in.

Some people's kitchens are built next to the yard, independent of the main house, such as An Guoliang's house.

At this time, the short-haired beautiful girl was washing rice in a small iron basin. She first took the water in the iron basin where the rice was placed, and then gently grasped it in the water with her slender and white hands.

Then, some fine black spots will appear on the surface of the water, which are some foreign objects mixed in the white rice.

After grasping for a while, An Yimo slowly poured out the water, then received the water again, and pressed it four or five times.

Jiang Chen who was sitting on the side looked at the scene in front of him and thought to himself.

Another new impression has been unlocked. In future comparisons, it can be said that the beauty displayed by An Yimo, who is serious about washing rice, is different from that when he is serious about reciting words, but they are both beautiful.

Then Jiang Chen was about to pick up the vegetables bought by An Guoliang next to him and prepare to wash it, but he was stopped by the girl next to him.

"Don't move, I'll wash those dishes."

"why?"

Jiang Chen was a little puzzled, it's not uncommon for people to rush to cook, but it's not unusual to see people rushing to wash vegetables.

"Because I want to help grandpa, but me, I can only wash rice and vegetables."

An Yimo's voice became smaller and smaller, her pretty face flushed slightly.

"Oh, I understand, I understand."

A smile of "I understand" appeared on Jiang Chen's face.

"Do not laugh."

An Yimo glared at Jiang Chen with some shame.

"Okay, I don't laugh, ah, no, I didn't mean to laugh at you, just, I just thought it was a little funny."

Jiang Chen explained.

"No, it's not funny, it's cute, it's okay to be cute."

An Yimo's face softened a little, and he seemed to let out a soft snort, then he picked up the rice seriously,

After a while, he seemed to think of something and said again.

"You can wash the pork, but I will wash the other vegetables."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen glanced at the vegetables that Wei Jialiang had just bought, cabbage, carrots, and a piece of pork. These vegetables were enough for the old man, An Yimo, and Jiang Chen.

"What's wrong? You can't touch pork."

"No, the pork is a bit fishy, ​​I washed it for you."

"Okay, by the way, I just thought of it, shouldn't you be a girl who doesn't touch the spring water with her fingers?"

"Why do you think so?"

"It seems that I have heard such a saying before that those who play the piano should protect their players, so many things cannot be done."

"Oh, that's right, it is indeed necessary, but those are pianists, or people who are professional and in this area, I don't need it."

"unnecessary?"

"Well, I'm just a hobby."

"When did you start learning?"

"When I was young, maybe when I was 5 or 6 years old."

As An Yimo spoke, her expression slightly changed, and the movements of her hands also paused.

When she was a child, An Yimo's mother didn't know whether it was because her hobbies were not satisfied and she wanted to reproduce it on her daughter, or because she felt that playing the piano would add points to her children and win at the starting line.

In short, many things are like this, and it is not a lofty ideal. To become a particularly outstanding expert in a certain field.

But as far back as he can remember, An Yimo has been running around in various training classes.

Later, she grew up a lot, and she also tried to understand that maybe her mother just wanted her daughter to become a phoenix, as her mother always said, everything she did was for her own good, and she would also try to understand.

But sometimes, thinking of the memory, thinking of the children playing outside while sitting alone in the room practicing the piano, or doing other things, she still felt some emotions called sadness in her heart.

Since she was a child, she was like a blank piece of paper, on which her mother scribbled and drew according to her heart, drawing according to the appearance of her daughter she wanted.

But none of the strokes and strokes on it are from her own hand.

"An Yimo, what's wrong with you? You're washing rice, are you in a daze again?"

Jiang Chen saw her fuzzy look, her eyes gradually became deep, he couldn't help but raised his hands in front of her eyes and shouted.

"what?"

An Yimo withdrew her thoughts, looked at Jiang Chen with some doubts.

"What are you thinking? So fascinated."

"fine."

With that said, An Yimo continued to wash rice.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Chen suddenly thought that there seemed to be several times, like just now, when An Yimo was sitting next to him, but the two of them seemed to be separated by the entire Milky Way, not in the same world at all.

After washing the rice, An Yimo put the small iron basin aside and prepared to wash the vegetables. He planned to hand it to grandpa after washing, but unexpectedly, Jiang Chen picked up the small iron basin filled with rice.

"I took it to cook."

"Can you cook?"

An Yimo blinked, looked at Jiang Chen and asked.

"A little bit, not very good." Jiang Chen followed An Yimo's example, smiled and said.

I am often alone at home, and it is not a full banquet. It is still possible to cook a few home-cooked dishes, but the taste is another matter.

"Can I take a look?"

"Of course."

Jiang Chen came to the kitchen with a small iron basin, turned on the rice cooker, poured rice into the pot, and then poured water into the pot.

Seeing An Yimo standing beside him, blinking her big eyes, like a curious child, as he got closer, he naturally smelled the faint milk fragrance on her body.

The corners of Jiang Chen's mouth couldn't help but slightly raised, and then he said unhurriedly.

"Cooking rice is actually very simple. Just control the amount of water. There should be neither too much water nor too little water. If there is too much water, it will turn into porridge. If it is too little, the texture of the cooked rice will be poor."

That's what daddy taught him before,
When I first started cooking, the amount of water was not well controlled several times, either the rice grains were too hard or it was like porridge.

"Then how do you know that there is enough water? Is there a fixed amount of water?"

Jiang Chen just wanted to say it was wrong, but when he heard An Yimo, he nodded and said to himself.

"No, the amount of rice is different each time, and the amount of water is naturally different."

"Not bad, this kind of thinking is worthy of being a top student."

Jiang Chen boasted.

Hearing this, An Yimo's eyes were curved, and there seemed to be stars shining in the bottom of her eyes, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

Naturally, the two small dimples are also shallow, but they have a special flavor.

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help feeling a little distracted, then he calmed down and continued to speak.

"Practice makes perfect. In fact, for veterans, you can directly see whether the amount of water is enough."

"so smart?"

"of course."

"However, for beginners like us, we can stretch our fingers down and touch the bottom of the pot. If the water is just up to a knuckle, it will be fine."

After saying that, Jiang Chen even showed her a demonstration.

Seeing this, An Yimo nodded thoughtfully.

Jiang Chen put the lid on the pot, turned on the power, looked at Wei Fangyu and asked.

"Okay, do you understand?"

"Ah."

An Yimo nodded.