shallow to deep

I have to say that Zhang Shurong's cooking skills are really good, at least on the surface it looks very delicious, and she can quickly prepare four dishes and one soup in less than an hour.

Ai Qian was watching TV in the living room, and she smelled it. The aroma of food filled the whole room, and it became much warmer in the cold weather.

She lowered her head and sniffed, looked up at the kitchen, then pursed her lips and carefully stretched out her hand, trying to grab a small piece of meat and put it in her mouth, but Zhang Shurong came out with the bowl and chopsticks before her hand reached the edge of the bowl.

"Steal it."

Ai Qian smiled, still dipped some juice with her index finger and threw it into her mouth, her eyebrows and eyes curved.

Zhang Shurong clothed the bowls and chopsticks, took off the bib and hung it up, looked at the standing people and said: "What are you doing with the pestle, ask Zishuang to come out to eat."

Ai Qian looked at her with a disapproving expression: "You go."

Zhang Shurong shook his head, patted the non-existent dust on the clothes, and chased her away: "I still have soup, and besides, you are under the same roof now, you can't always be afraid of her, go." After speaking, he stepped forward and squeezed Her face was an encouragement to her.

Ai Qian stuck out her tongue and looked at Zhang Shurong's back, still standing there.

She was going to go, but before she went, she had to cheer herself up.

Suddenly felt very ridiculous, it was obviously not a big deal, but it looked like he was about to go to the execution platform.

But Zhang Shurong was right, she was indeed afraid of Qin Zishuang.In fact, she didn't do anything to her, provided her with accommodation, helped her hold a parent-teacher meeting, and even analyzed her test papers.

By the way, she just said something to her in the study.

"It's not hopeless."

Ai Qian pursed her lips. In fact, she is not very stupid. There is a reason for her poor performance in the exam.

Gritting her teeth, she wanted to walk in the direction of the study, but turned around.

"My son, Sister Zi Shuang."

Qin Zishuang had already walked one meter behind her, glanced at her indifferently, said yes in response, pulled the stool away and sat down.

Ai Qian was sitting nearby, and Zhang Shurong also brought out the soup. After putting it away, he casually threw away the big gloves in his hand, filled two bowls and put them in front of the two of them, "Try it, is it to your taste?"

The stew is big bone soup, which is not oily or greasy and very fragrant. There are also a few pieces of corn in it.

Qin Zishuang and Ai Qian took a sip almost in sync. Under Zhang Shurong's expectant eyes, Qin Zishuang finally said, "It's okay."

Zhang Shurong raised his eyebrows, watched Ai Qian give her a thumbs up calmly, then took a last glance at Qin Zishuang and took it back, thinking that this girl is too cute.

She stood up, served herself a bowl, and said with a smile: "Looking at it, I thought the two of you were critics. You are depressed. Is it so complicated to have a meal?"

She said this to Ai Qian, Qin Zishuang was like this, no matter where they were, they talked less, but Ai Qian restrained her a lot in front of her.

Zhang Shurong talked intermittently, the meal was not as embarrassing as imagined, and the collision of bowls and chopsticks was much calmer.

Qin Zishuang ate less, and within 10 minutes he had put down his chopsticks and pulled out a tissue beside him.

"I have something to ask you." She said suddenly, throwing the tissue into the wastebasket.

Zhang Shurong took a mouthful of rice, put a vegetable into the bowl, and didn't look at her: "Say."

"Help Ai Qian make up her lessons."

"Pfft." Zhang Shurong immediately covered his mouth: "Cough cough cough, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

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Ai Qian took the initiative to share the work of washing dishes after dinner, and the other two sat leisurely in the living room.

The TV was on, and the commercials of the [-] o'clock TV series were playing, Zhang Shurong was doing it with her legs crossed, holding a basket of green dates in her arms, and was gnawing on them.

Qin Zishuang was sitting next to her, propping his head with one hand and leaning on it again, while the other was looking at the last line on the tablet.

Her life distribution is very decent, and she seldom brings her work home, except this time.

Putting the lock screen aside, she pinched the bridge of her nose to relieve her spirits, picked up the water on the table and took a sip, looked at Zhang Shurong's smirking face while staring at the TV, and said, "Ai Qian is very close to you."

Zhang Shurong let out a cry, without turning her head, she threw a jujube into her mouth: "It's not kissing me, it's not kissing you, it's cold, who wants to kiss you."

Qin Zi glanced at her and took a sip of water, but did not retort, "She is about to take the college entrance examination in three months."

Speaking of this, Zhang Shurong became serious, and put the basket on the table without watching the TV.

She didn't mind about tutoring, it was rare for Qin Zishuang to ask her for help, besides, she is now a professor at University A, teaching a high school student is still possible, but what she is depressed about is another matter.

Apparently, when Qin Zishuang mentioned tutoring just now, Ai Qian was very unnatural, and the little girl stood up and cleaned up the dishes in a sensible way, obviously she hadn't finished her food yet.

Looking at the closed kitchen door not far away, Zhang Shurong sighed in her heart, whether she was too sensible, or she was overthinking.

If she is sensible, is she afraid of being rejected or is she afraid of asking one or two more questions?

Before she had time to think about it, Qin Zishuang's words interrupted her thoughts.

"You two clock the time yourself." Qin Zishuang thought of something and added: "Don't ask too much about her, I have to leave beforehand, and leave a key for the house." After Qin Zishuang finished speaking, she stood up. I don't know when she has changed into the cold work clothes, looking like a strong woman.

Zhang Shurong pursed her mouth.

She and Qin Zishuang are classmates in the Finance Department of University A, but she stayed in school after graduation, and she went abroad with all her talents.

Let's talk about their friendship.

They are in bunk beds, and Zhang Shurong's deep friendship was established by her. Although she has many friends, acquaintances, casual acquaintances, and drinking friends, she is not considerate of herself.Everyone thinks that she is neither hot nor cold, and looks like a stranger, but Zhang Shurong feels that her heart is very soft, and she likes her very much.

No matter how hard the wall is, it has been soaked in water, so during college and after graduation, under her soft and hard clinging skills, their friendship has persisted until now.

It's not easy either.

The door was closed without mercy, and at the same time, the kitchen door was opened almost simultaneously.

Zhang Shurong almost doubted whether Ai Qian came out on purpose.

Regardless of these, she smiled and waved to her, beckoning her to come over, looked at her like a sister, tidied her hair, and tidied her clothes, and said with a smile: "From today on, you You can call me Teacher Zhang."

Ai smiled slightly: "Mr. Zhang is good."

Satisfied, Zhang Shurong patted her on the shoulder: "Go ahead, sort out all the recent test papers, and I'll show you first."

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Monday morning was the usual flag-raising ceremony. The whole school stood at attention in a square array wearing school uniforms. The bright sunshine shone on the plastic runway.

Ai Qianla leaned against Pan Yanxi who was standing in front and yawned with her head bowed.

"I didn't sleep well last night." Pan Yanxi whispered to the back.

Ai Qian replied casually, with a lazy voice.

"Why don't you sleep well lately, I haven't seen you refreshed before." Speaking of this, Pan Yanxi turned around cleverly, and Ai Qian lost control and almost slipped.

Pan Yanxi asked: "By the way, what did Teacher Zhao say at the parent meeting on Friday?"

Elder sister, Ai Qian smiled without any excuse: "Criticize, what else can I say."

This time, she failed in Biology and passed in Chinese and English. Ai Qian hardly had to think about it. With Teacher Zhao's long-winded temperament, she probably said bad things about her in those 40 minutes.

Pan Yanxi clicked her tongue a few times and shook her head, looked at the people under the red flag, shrugged her shoulders and said, "When you just came, Zhou Yucheng from the liberal arts class was staring at you all the time, right under my nose, Hey, did you say that your love letter was written by him?"

After hearing this, Ai Qian stood up cleverly, subconsciously glanced at the phalanx of the liberal arts class, and happened to meet Zhou Yucheng's sight, and the other party was stunned, and immediately dodged.

Not really.

She suddenly thought of Qin Zishuang's words: "Ugly words, poor writing skills, I really have the courage to write."

Sister Zishuang, other people are also ugly.

Ai Qian leaned on Pan Yanxi's shoulder again, her heart listless.

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The life of the students is very simple in general. The classroom is just a cafeteria. When the bell rings, everyone seems to be liberated. Even if there is only 10 minutes between classes, they can change their patterns and play new things.

But the senior three students seem to be separated by a line from the school. Although the teaching building is a lovely orange, but when you walk in, you can see that every floor is nervous. , This is also the key emphasis in the city, the atmosphere!

"Atmosphere! Look at you! You don't look like a third year in high school." Teacher Zhao said forcefully on the top, with a fierce look on his face, "Everyone is playing around, and if they don't do well in class, they just know how to play. Teacher Qian complained to me, Teacher Zhou Sue me, and Teacher Wu also sued me, do you still want to go to a good university, as you are now, go home and farm.” She stopped, looked around, found the target, suddenly picked up the chalk and threw it Past: "Ai Qian!"

Ai Qian was startled in her seat, and she stood up reflexively.

The whole class was silent, and the sound of basketball colliding with the floor on the basketball court under the window was so loud that some people were so frightened that they dared not raise their heads, while Pan Yanxi, who was beside her, clasped her hands together and prayed.

"I'm getting more and more courageous, and I can do everything except not study hard, fight! Fight! Come with me to the office! Everyone else, take class!"