Siheyuan: Starting with level 8 benchwork skills

Due to his limited ability and capital, he was almost unable to breathe in this matter. In addition, Haiping's last words were a heavy blow to his personal dignity. Su Chun felt extremely angry and urgently needed to find a way to vent his anger.

Haiping stared at the familiar yet strange man in front of her. The man who had always been gentle and honest now lost his patience and showed anxiety.

At this moment, Haiping felt unprecedented fatigue. The sense of loss for Su Chun has been accumulating for a long time, and she is not sure when this accumulated loss will turn into despair...

On the other hand, while Haiping was tormented by life's troubles, Haizao had a very happy time these days because she knew Xiaobei had no business trip plans in the near future.

Haizao stayed with Xiaobei affectionately. On this Saturday afternoon, Haizao lazily snuggled in his arms and said, "Shall we go out for dinner? I'm a little tired and don't want to cook anymore."

Xiao Bei was satisfied with Haizao's gentleness towards him during this period, so he immediately agreed and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Haizao said cautiously: "Yonghe soy milk?"

Xiaobei smiled and gently pinched her small nose bridge, and replied lovingly: "How about we try KFC?"

However, Haizao broke free from his grasp and put her face against Xiaobei's chest and said, "Don't be so particular. We should save money to save for our future house!"

Hearing this, Xiaobei could only agree: "Well... okay..."

So Haizao took Xiaobei to the "Yonghe Soy Milk" on Huaihai Road. It seemed that she always had an excuse to go out and stroll with him. This is really a good way of life.

Because today is a holiday, there are many people in Yonghe Soy Milk Shop. After searching for a long time, they finally found a seat.

Haizao asked Xiaobei, "I will drink soy milk, which one do you plan to choose?"

Xiaobei took a look at the menu and said that he also decided to choose the same flavor of drink.

In response, Haizao pursed her lips and said, "I ordered soy milk, and you still chose something else. Can't you change something, brother?"

When Xiaobei couldn't decide on the menu, he said, "Of course no problem. Then tell me, dear Haizao, which one do you want me to drink? I will choose according to your recommendation."

Finally, Haizao suggested: "Please choose a Milo!"

Xiaobei told the waiter their options: "My girlfriend will drink soy milk, and I want a cup of Milo."

The waiter then asked if we wanted a cold or hot version.

Haizao responded: "I want the refrigerated flavor."

Then the waiter looked at Xiaobei. However, Xiaobei looked back at Haizao and asked, "Honey, do you want me to have a cold drink or a warm one?"

Haizao replied, "Warm is fine. I've already chosen the cold drink flavor." Xiaobei immediately turned to the clerk and said, "Then prepare a cup of warm Milo for me."

Haizao enthusiastically raised her glass of soy milk and passed it to Xiaobei, saying, "Dear brother, you drink it first, and then let me drink the rest. Hehehe..."

In the middle of their meal, a teenage girl suddenly came to their table and shouted to a nearby place: "Mom, here! Here! They are almost done eating."

Soon, a middle-aged woman joined them and said with a smile: "Please enjoy your meal, we are not in a hurry. We are waiting for you to finish eating and make room for us!"

Haizao did not respond to these words, but just lowered her head and continued to share the buns with Xiaobei. She felt dissatisfied and complained quietly in Hongdaoyan's ear: "What kind of logic is this? Although she said she was not in a hurry, she just stood in front of our dining table. How can we have a good meal like this?

Suddenly the lady called out to the door: "Siming, come this way! Come this way!"

This shout made Haizao raise her eyes and look towards the door.

At this time, it was Song Siming who walked in with his head down and his hands in his pockets. When he looked up and saw Haizao, he seemed a little surprised!

"Seaweed?"

Hai Zao showed a trace of embarrassment on her face and smiled, "Secretary Song, what a coincidence? So you are dining out with your family?"

Just as Hong Daoyan, who was concentrating on eating noodles, raised his head and glanced at Song Siming when she said this.

Haizao originally planned to give up her seat to Song Siming and his party, after all, he was someone her boss tried hard to curry favor with and he was also a secret liaison of the government (the original text may mean an official), plus this person always showed affection towards her intentionally or unintentionally. Haizao didn't want her boyfriend to have any unnecessary suspicions about her!

However, considering that Hong Daoyan had not finished eating yet, Haizao did not dare to ask to leave rashly, let alone urge him for fear of angering him.

Hong Daoyan was not nervous about this. They still enjoyed their food leisurely, and at the same time, Haizao kept blinking at Hong Daoyan and signaling him to leave, trying her best to show her gentleness and obedience.

At this time, Hong Daoyan gently stroked Haizao's hair and placed a stewed bun in front of her. When facing Song Siming and the others, Haizao could only smile awkwardly and then hurriedly swallowed the meat bun.

Seeing Hai Zao and her boyfriend being so affectionate again, Song Siming could not help but feel a mixture of pity and jealousy.

When Hong Daoyan finally finished his meal, Haizao quickly took out a face towel to clean the corners of his mouth, and then pulled Hong Daoyan up and left. While Hong Daoyan asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Haizao immediately took his arm, apologized in a coquettish manner, and tried her best to comfort his impatience.

After watching the two people's backs gradually leave, Song Siming's wife couldn't help but ask: "Who is that girl? Why do you look like you know her?"

Mr. Song, who was still staring at the silhouettes of Haizao and Xiaobei leaving, regained his composure after a long while. "Hmm? Oh. Just a marketing specialist from a real estate company. We've had business dealings together several times before."

On the 19th, a new chapter in Siheyuan, Haiping attended her first English class. The foreign teacher was very friendly and patient. Although communication was difficult at times, he always tried his best to understand and deal with it.

They communicated with each other through body language for the whole night, and it was not until the end of the class that Haiping was surprised to find that the one and a half hour class had exceeded the time limit and became two hours; although the temperature in the room was comfortable, Haiping was sweating profusely. When she walked out of the door, she immediately felt the gusts of cold wind biting her bones.

"Not bad. At least now I can say 'Can you say that again?' There are actually three different ways to say it: 'pardon me?' 'beg your pardon', and even say 'sorry' with a rising tone!" Haiping took out a book from her bag to study while her memory was still clear.

Although the book contained text, it lacked pronunciation. Fortunately, she had now heard the real pronunciation and roughly understood it. However, the foreign teacher was not equally satisfied and contacted Song Siming directly the next morning.

"Hey, Lao Song, thank you for introducing the teacher yesterday. She is...very serious! But can you please change the teacher? Because she doesn't know English at all, it's really hard to teach her. If this goes on, I'm afraid I will only learn pantomime."

Song Siming laughed and answered in fluent English: "So you want to find a teacher who is proficient in English to accompany you, such as me? Then I promise you that you will only know 'broken English' forever. I think you should immerse yourself in the environment - live in a Chinese community or even an alley house. There are only Chinese people around you, and there is no choice but to live in Chinese. This way you can adapt to Chinese culture faster. As the English saying goes, 'The best way to learn to swim is to throw a duck into the water.' You are now at most a duck floating on the water. I think that teacher is great, and I hope to see you next time, and you can talk to my old friend in fluent Chinese!"

The foreign teacher had something to ask of him, so he could only smile and agree: "Okay, sure! I'll try my best to adapt."

After hanging up the phone, Song Siming thought for a while and then called Haizao: "Haiping, the foreign student just said that you performed very well. I feel very relieved and grateful that you solved a problem for me."

Haiping on the other end of the line was also filled with joy: "Really? That's great, thank you, Siming, I..."

When Song Siming heard Haiping's sweet voice, his emotions suddenly surged and he couldn't help but blurt out: "Haiping, I miss you. Do you miss me?"

Haiping was choked by his frankness and was at a loss for words. Song Siming also felt that he was too frivolous.

But Haiping was silent for a while and then replied: "A little bit."

Song Siming's mood was like soaring in the clouds. If this were a cartoon scene, you would see several pink hearts dancing above his head.

"Are you free tonight? I'd like to see you."

There was silence on the other side.

"Don't say no." Song Siming's words revealed a hint of decisiveness.

"No." Haiping answered immediately, and felt that she shouldn't respond like that; but she didn't want to miss the job opportunity Song Siming offered. "But I can't do it today, I...if you are free tomorrow, how about that?"

After hanging up the phone, Haiping pondered for a long time. She was a little frightened by Song Siming's pursuit - his attention was not on his sister, but on her.

After a while, she reorganized her thoughts and felt like she was back in those carefree days in college.

Then, Haiping excitedly called her sister: "Haizao, do you know? I mentioned earlier that I was teaching Chinese to foreigners. A friend of mine told me that the foreigner was full of praise for me and said that I was a great teacher! It seems that I am not far from paying off your debt~"

The younger sister replied: "Sister, don't worry. Xiaobei and I are still young, we can slowly accumulate the funds needed for the wedding. And you should focus on teaching this foreign friend Chinese; this can not only earn you money, but also improve your English level - why not?"