The world of mortals is just right

On a hot day, Jiang Huan and Mr. Wu were invited to school, exchanged glances and sighed when they met.

In Beijing, no matter whether you are a former Wall Street elite or a foreign company executive, or a nearly [-]-year-old serpent or Xinyue fox who is rampant in the demon world, when you meet a famous school teacher, you have to be polite.

Seeing the situation, the teacher breathed a sigh of relief, "You two know each other?"

Mr. Wu smiled, "They are all old friends."

It can be seen that this young female teacher admires Mr. Wu very much. Mr. Wu said that she is Xiaowei's aunt, and the teacher also thinks that her aunt is serious and responsible instead of her parents, so she calmed down, "Then Wu and Bi have known each other for a long time. ?”

President Wu plucked the hair from his ears, "That's not true."

Teacher Lu looked at Jiang Huan, Jiang Huan could only say haha, "He is my adoption, not a very close relative, his parents are gone."

The teacher's delicate eyebrows immediately frowned, sighed, and began to talk to the parents.After 10 minutes, let Mr. Wu take Wu Ningwei home first, and then turn to Jiang Huan.

"Mr. Jiang, have you just adopted a classmate? Your child has some problems, I still want to tell you..."

To sum it up, this child has a fairly solid foundation, but some subjects, such as English, are too poor compared to his classmates.

The teacher especially emphasized, "I heard that you have an overseas background for many years, and you came back from Wall Street. I hope you will pay more attention to your child's learning, especially oral English..."

Jiang Huan looked sincere, and when he heard this, he felt that the dawn was in sight, and was about to stand up from his chair.

Teacher Lu changed the topic, "Also, you should pay more attention to the act of playing with fire."

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and sit down secretly to welcome a new round of education.

Teacher Lu said, "Your child is not very gregarious, and stays alone on the playground during activity time. A classmate told me that he was playing with bugs, so he cut them in half..."

Jiang Huan had nothing to say.

According to urban legend, the three major signs of a serial killer are bedwetting, setting fire, and killing small animals.

The implication is that this little bird has hit two hits, but Jiang Huan can't tell the teacher that he is just a bird, and it's instinct to breathe fire and cut insects.

Jiang Huan could only be educated by the teacher's long lectures, expressing that he knew and understood, I must go home and care about this child a lot, took the bird out of school and got on the bus, and got into the supercar bought by Xuan Chang, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't ask the little bird if he could smell the smoke. The bird can breathe fire, so how could he not be able to smell the smoke, so he opened the window and smoked and went home.

When he got home, he put the bird in the yard and went to find Xuan Chang.

Jiang Huan threw away the car keys and sat down on the table in Xuan Chang's study.

"I don't care, I really don't care. There is still homework tutoring, so you can do what you want."

He failed to go to Lake Baikal, and was educated by the teacher for forty minutes. Thinking about it carefully, it was obviously Xuan Chang who said "let him stay" first.

The door of the study room was not closed. Xuan Chang glanced at Jiang Huan, who was impatient, and then at the bird in the yard outside the door, carrying a schoolbag and bowing his head.

"can."

Jiang Huan squinted at him, "Hey, that little bird is a picky eater. They can't eat the school's nutritious meals. I have to find ways to order meals for him."

Xuan Chang said lightly, "There's no need to look for it, I'll bring him food."

This means, you have to prepare a lunch box for him every day?

Jiang Huan refused, "Just do it for him."

Xuan Chang couldn't help laughing, "Don't you like eating at home?"

Jiang Huan often said that I am such a big snake that I have to eat meat and junk food. I usually go out for lunch and dinner.

But when he thought of Xuan Chang making family meals for this little bird, he became very unhappy, "Then I don't care, I want to eat as good as him and better than him."

Xuan Chang smiled again, "Okay, I'll bring it for you too."

Jiang Huan looked at him for a while, "You really cook three meals a day?"

Xuan Chang patted him on the waist and told him to get off the table, and Jiang Huan jumped down with a cry.

There was a slight smile in the corner of Xuan Chang's eyes, "I told you earlier that I am a good husband and a man."

Jiang Huan couldn't help swallowing, he said this when he hooked up with Xuan Chang in this life, now listen, why is he so seductive.

Xuan Chang said, "But if I take care of his study life and your life better than you, what are you going to do?"

Jiang Huan snorted, "If you can take care of it for a month, you won't have any problems, and you won't be called to talk by the teacher. For the remaining half a year, I will listen to you for everything."

Xuan Chang raised his lips, "Deal."

From the next day, after Jiang Huan finished eating noodles in the morning, there was an extra lunch box on the table.

This lunch box is not a small Japanese-style lunch box, but an insulated lunch box the size of a rice cooker for one person.

Jiang Huan stared at the lunch box suspiciously until noon, opened the lunch box at the bar, and was surprised when he took out the first layer.

It is meat, or braised pork, a layer of braised pork with venetian knots, bright red color, full of meat fragrance, no green onions, ginger has been picked away.

Open it again, there are bamboo shoots with mushrooms, glutinous rice siu mai, and winter melon pork rib soup.

Wu Xingxing passed behind him with a 30 yuan takeaway, and was stopped by him, "Come and see."

Wu Xingxing glanced at it, took a deep breath, and told himself that there is no equality between demons and demons in this society. Some demons are still studying hard for postgraduate entrance examinations and work-study programs, while some demons have already lived in courtyard houses and drove 1000 million supercars. , even eat more than other monsters.

"...Are you just showing off this extra-large bento with love, or can you share it with me?"

Jiang Huan gathered all these dishes in front of him, stuffed a large piece of braised pork into his mouth, and killed the second possibility with practical actions.

This meat is really delicious. There is more lean meat than fat, and the fat is spread out in layers. It is soft and tasty, fat but not greasy.

He stuffed another piece into his mouth, "But I can order you a [-] Fu Lou takeaway."

In addition to grief and indignation, Wu Xingxing finally caught a little hope.

Jiang Huan sat on a chair with one of the chair legs tilted up, calling the little fox over to ask.

"You said that Xuan Chang did this, would you believe it?"

Wu Xingxing was a little sour, "He can take care of the housework for you, so why don't you believe in cooking a meal."

Jiang Huan looked at her, "Do you think he is taking care of the yard?"

"...It's not difficult to take care of it with spells..."

Jiang Huan looked at her with the eyes of a fool, "Such a big yard, he uses magic to take care of it every day? It's not that he doesn't have money, of course he hired someone to do it."

For the first time, Wu Xingxing experienced the cruelty of class differences between demons.

The cruelest thing is his boss, no matter how his parents are dead, a monster of proletarian origin, since he got close to King Shouyang, he has indeed been contaminated with the arrogance and lust of the ruling class.

She sniffed the fragrant capital one last time, "If you suspect that King Shouyang asked a cook to make it, I can only say that there is nothing raw about this dish."

The chef handles it, the chef is a mortal, and the dishes must have a taste.But not on this dish.

The dishes don't look like human cooking, but if Xuan Chang is really willing, Jiang Huan believes that he will be able to cook to this level.

... It's just that Jiang Huan always remembered that although Xuan Chang didn't show it, he didn't like flesh and blood.Even if he cooks, he just cooks fruits, vegetables, mushrooms, and boils an egg.Making meat is still a complicated process, and it takes a long time to touch the meat, how can Xuan Chang bear it.

But there was no evidence that Xuan Chang didn't make it, and the meat was really delicious, so Jiang Huan just shut up and ate the meat.

After three weeks of eating, the standard of the dish has been upgraded from braised pork with venetian knots to eight-treasure pipa duck and braised puffer fish.

Bi Abao’s English composition has also improved rapidly, and his vocabulary has soared to a huge level. The teacher asked him to read the composition aloud, and the pronunciation was standard RP. Other parents were shocked when they heard that, and quietly inquired about Bi Abao’s What kind of one-on-one foreign teachers did the parents hire?

This morning, Jiang Huan said that he would go out for a day, and then turned around and killed the carbine.

He was thinking about it himself, making it look like he was being raped.As soon as I got home, I went straight to the kitchen and opened the door. Inside was an old ghost who was diligently cooking, and while doing it, he said, "How can it be better, no sugar is allowed in cooking..."

The four eyes met, and the spatula in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Jiang Huan closed the kitchen door and opened the door of the guest room. The other ghost was listening to the English broadcast in the guest room and preparing lessons. Jiang Huan said, "Very good, continue." Close the door of the guest room.

He took a breath, and finally opened the study door.

It was pitch black, and the wind was blowing. Xuan Chang was standing on the left and right with the bull's head and horse face, and the ghosts kneeling under the desk were all crying and wiping away their tears.

Jiang Huan was expressionless, "What's going on?"