After passing through the book, he survived by cheating on the paranoid villain

The next day, Li Zhao woke up early and wanted to personally send Li Jinyan to the airport.

When she turned on the phone and saw the content of the message Li Jinyan had sent her half an hour ago, Li Zhao immediately became angry.

She directly bombarded Li Jinyan with a phone call. After the other party answered the phone, Li Zhao sat cross-legged on the bed and said dissatisfiedly, "Brother, how could you do this? You even lied about the flight information."

Not long after Li Jinyan got off the plane, among the blond-haired and white-skinned people coming and going, he, a black-haired yellow man from the East, was particularly conspicuous, and his stern demeanor was also outstanding.

Li Jinyan smiled lightly at Li Zhao on the phone and admitted his mistake: "It's my fault, I shouldn't have lied to you."

His attitude made it clear that he would dare next time.

Li Zhao puffed his face: "Forget it this time, you can't lie to me in the future."

There was a hint of a smile in Li Jinyan's stern eyebrows: "Okay."

Nian Zai Li Jinyan sat on the plane all night, even if he didn't show it, he was a little tired.

Li Zhao didn't chat with him for too long, so he asked him to leave the airport early and go back to rest.

After hanging up the phone, it was impossible to go back to sleep, Li Zhao sat on the bed for a while, then got out of bed to change clothes and wash.

Chu Heng also woke up very early today.

Li Zhao went downstairs earlier than usual, and he was already busy in the kitchen, and almost made breakfast for the two of them.

Seeing Li Zhao go downstairs, Chu Heng also said: "After dinner, we will send brother to the airport together."

Before yesterday, although Chu Heng had met Li Jinyan a few times, he had never called him, and every time he nodded his head as a gesture of greeting.

Until last night before parting, Li Jinyan stood in front of the small attic and said to Chu Heng, in Chu Heng's heart, that was the proof that Li Jinyan agreed to be with Li Zhao.

Therefore, after last night, Chu Heng finally admitted Li Jinyan's identity as the eldest brother-in-law.

This time, brother, he called out very calmly.

But Li Zhao didn't notice this detail.

In her heart, Li Jinyan was her elder brother, six or seven years older than her and Chu Heng, so it was perfectly normal for Chu Heng to follow her and call Li Jinyan her elder brother.

Li Zhao responded, "We don't need to send it off, my brother didn't tell us the truth at all yesterday."

Chu Heng paused for a moment before turning around: "Huh?"

"He was actually on the plane last night, and he has arrived there now." Li Zhao thought for a while, and actually understood Li Jinyan's thoughts: "He doesn't want us to see him off, maybe because he is afraid that I will be sad at the moment of parting. It is also possible that he is worried that we two minors will not be safe on the way home after sending him off at the airport."

Chu Heng's eyes fell on Li Zhao's fair face, seeing the depressed mood, Chu Heng turned his eyes away and said softly: "It's not sad, we can fly to see him during the winter vacation. We don't Tell him in advance to sneak over and make a surprise attack."

"!!!"

Li Zhao stood up in an instant, with a face of agreement: "Yes! Let's see what his expression will be then!"

Just thinking about the scene where Li Jinyan saw her and Chu Heng suddenly appeared, Li Zhao felt it was funny.

This anticipation dilutes Li Jinyan's sadness of leaving. Seeing that the breakfast in Chu Heng's pot is almost cooked, Li Zhao turns around and takes out the two of them's dishes from the disinfection cabinet.

Flipping through the refrigerator, Li Zhao found that the dumplings he had made some time ago in the refrigerator were almost wiped out by the two of them.

Dumplings and wontons are what the two of them ate most in the morning. Even if Chu Heng is not picky about food, they should change their taste.

Li Zhao thought for a while, and said, "We won't make dumplings this weekend, right? Do you like eating zongzi?"

Chu Heng was only a child, and his grandparents made zongzi for him when they were still there.

But he had no sense of taste at the time and couldn't taste it.

Later, after his grandparents passed away, no one made zongzi for him anymore, and Chu Heng himself never bought one.

But Chu Heng still said: "I like it."

"That's fine. We make zongzi on weekends, with many flavors." Li Zhao smiled, "It takes a long time to cook zongzi for the first time, but after they are cooked, they are easy to store in the refrigerator. When eating, take it out and steam it, or boil it in water, and then you can eat it.”

"Yeah." Chu Heng nodded, silently keeping the matter of making rice dumplings on the weekend in his heart.

After the two of them finished eating, they went to school. Li Zhao's schoolbag became heavy, and it was filled with various English books.

Chu Heng knew that Li Zhao's schoolbag was heavy, so he carried his schoolbag in his hand when going to and from school.

Of course, with so many English books, Li Zhao didn’t just read them by himself, Chu Heng could read them anytime he wanted.

Li Zhao has developed a strong interest in English these days.

Teacher Anna really deserves to be the head teacher of the experimental class in the third year of high school. Li Zhao feels that her teaching method is very good, the learning atmosphere is relaxed, and the knowledge is compact.

Listening to her class, it is almost impossible to feel the passage of time.

It's a pity that she usually only teaches the third grade courses, otherwise Li Zhao really wants to take her classes all the time.

On the weekend, Li Zhao soaked the glutinous rice one day in advance.

There was a fine weather on the weekend, Li Zhao and Chu Heng, full of enthusiasm, went to the vegetable market to buy all the ingredients and zongzi leaves needed for making zongzi.

Li Zhao herself likes eating zongzi very much. She is a loyal lover of salty food, and she especially likes to add stuffing such as chestnuts, mung beans and meat to zongzi.

When buying ingredients, Li Zhao asked Chu Heng what kind of stuffing he likes to eat, Chu Heng was taken aback for a moment, and then said that he liked everything.

This is embarrassing for Li Zhao.

However, thinking that Chu Heng has been living alone for so many years, he probably didn’t have many opportunities to make zongzi at home, so Li Zhao bought all the ingredients he could think of, and planned to make more. After more flavors, there will always be Chu Heng. Heng likes it.

The two bought the ingredients, and then came back to clean and process the ingredients. These pre-processes alone have been busy for most of the day.

When it was finally time to wrap the zongzi, Li Zhao picked out two zongzi leaves that had been washed, rolled them up, stuffed glutinous rice and other fillings into the zongzi leaves, and flexibly wrapped the two zongzi leaves with both hands. A piece of zongzi leaves, together with the glutinous rice just now, is wrapped into a symbolic croissant.

Chu Heng had never made zongzi before, so he moved a stool and sat on the side to watch.

Li Zhao saw that he was holding two zongzi leaves in his hand, and he couldn't do it for a long time, so he slowed down the movement of making zongzi in his hand, and showed Chu Heng the steps little by little, and said, "Look, take the glutinous rice. After putting the stuffing in, first smooth the glutinous rice with your hands, then fold it like this..... and fold it again like this... and finally like this... ...look, and then it's all right, and finally take this rope to hold them in place, and tie them tight."

After Chu Heng watched for a while, he followed step by step.

Those hands with distinct joints, enough to make any hand-controller scream, are obviously very familiar and versatile when doing other things, but they hit a wall in the matter of making zongzi.

Li Zhao had wrapped three or four zongzi, and Chu Heng was still competing with the one in his hand.

Each of his fingers seemed to have a mind of its own, and the zongzi leaves seemed to have a mind of their own. The zongzi wrapped were loose and loose, not at all as good-looking as those made by Li Zhao.

Li Zhao looked at it, and couldn't bear it any longer. He put down the zongzi in his hand, reached out and grabbed Chu Heng's hand, moved his fingers, and taught him little by little how to make zongzi.

"Look, this finger moves like this...First of all...Your thumb should be pressed hard, or it will be loose... ..and then this finger too...”

Li Zhao lowered his head, approached Chu Heng, and taught very seriously.

His big rough hands were held by Li Zhao's weak and boneless little hands, Chu Heng's face blushed again and again.

After Li Zhao finished teaching, he asked him, "Have you learned it yet?"

Chu Heng was clumsy, made a few casual moves, and confidently said, "No, you have to teach me again."