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"Okay, keep your money, and don't wander off again." With Jun'er's honest appearance, he had no choice but to be so pissed off that he turned around and returned to the podium to start lecturing again.

Said that he had healed the scar and forgot the pain, Jun'er was thinking about what to buy for Nian Ge in a blink of an eye.

He wanted to buy drinks, but there were a lot of drinks in the refrigerator at Nian Ge's house last time, let's buy food, so what should we buy?

After school, it didn't take long for Nian Ge to hear the doorbell. He was cooking in the kitchen. As soon as he heard the sound, he knew that this guy must have come back by riding a bicycle all the way.

He opened the door and saw Jun'er's face was still flushed, carrying two boxes of things in his hand, and he stepped into the door with his schoolbag on his back.

"Come in and close the door." Nian Ge had already prepared slippers, with wet flour on his hands, and nodded to Jun'er to do whatever he wanted.

"I brought you two boxes..." He was a little embarrassed, Niange invited you to dinner, but he only bought two boxes of octopus balls for ten yuan "octopus balls."

"Really? I'll try it later." Nian Ge raised both hands, beckoning Jun'er to put the study on the sofa, and seeing Jun'er as if he didn't know what he was going to do, he ordered, "Jun'er Come on, son, help me in the kitchen."

"Okay." Jun'er dragged his slippers and ran into the kitchen.

Nian Ge was wrapping chicken legs and preparing to make a plate of fried chicken legs, and Jun'er helped to beat them.

"You like fried chicken drumsticks, don't you?" Nian Ge asked. The dishes he bought today were all based on his own guesses. He was not sure if Jun'er really liked it.

Jun'er nodded vigorously, "How do you know? I just like to eat fried things, which are fragrant and crispy."

"The last time I saw you buying chicken chops from that stall, I guess you might like it."

Jun'er remembered the octopus balls he bought. He untied the plastic bag, picked up the bamboo stick he brought with him, picked one up, and handed it to Nian Ge's mouth, "Try it, the octopus balls made by this uncle are my favorite." gone."

Nian Ge had never eaten octopus balls before. He lowered his head and took a bite in his mouth. It smelled like seaweed and squid. "You don't have to pay for it yourself, and I still need to charge you for it?"

"I just feel like I'm not doing anything myself, and it seems like I'm eating for free." Jun'er giggled, lowered his head and continued to insert the octopus balls.

Nian Ge's elbow poked Jun'er's body, and raised his chin, "It tastes good, I can't tell you are still a snack."

Nian Ge's approval of the octopus balls put Jun'er in a good mood, and he checked another one and put it in his mouth.

Jun'er took a large pot of vegetables and put them under the faucet, rubbing them carefully, not knowing the specific steps of washing and choosing vegetables.

After Nian Ge put the hot oil into the pot, as soon as he turned around, he saw that Jun'er's head was about to get into the basin. He picked up a cloth and wiped his wet hands, pinched his earlobe, and gently squeezed the small piece of meat. Gently pull.

"What are you doing?"

Jun'er only felt a chill in his earlobe, raised his head, and shook the vegetables in his hand, "Wash the vegetables, I washed all the leaves of these vegetables."

Nian Ge flipped the chicken legs in the pot with chopsticks in one hand, quickly fished them out, and the flesh was still bubbling with oil.

"Put the fried chicken legs on the table." Nian Ge took the sink and urged Jun'er to serve the dishes.

Jun'er poked his head and watched from the side, holding a few vegetables and learning the New Year's song.

Nian Ge saw that he was eager to learn, "Have you ever done housework?"

"If you don't count sweeping and mopping the floor, you are not very good at it." Jun'er replied frankly, his hands were already wrinkled in the water.

"Your mother is so good at doing housework, you shouldn't have to do anything." Nian Ge remembered that the last time I went to Jun'er's house, the house was clean and spotless, and everything was neatly arranged. People who do housework frequently.

Jun'er raised the corners of her mouth slightly, washing the dishes with great interest, "My mother is very diligent in doing housework, she cleans up every day, and she is never too tired. Instead, she is not comfortable doing anything all day long."

As he was talking, he suddenly remembered something, and looked up at Nian Ge's side face. The red mark had disappeared, and there were still bloodstains on it, but the color was a little darker.

He took out a tissue to wipe his hands, and touched Nian Ge's wound, "There are bacteria on the nails, have you applied the lotion?"

Nian Ge didn't take it seriously, and rubbed the back of his hand "You knew it was a nail injury?"

"Otherwise?" Jun'er traced the scar little by little with his fingertips, and pressed gently, "Such a small wound looks light, but it actually hurts."

After a dinner, Jun'er took care of most of the food by himself, which was quite a face for Niange.

It wasn't until he finished the last bite of food that he suddenly realized that he felt a little rude and took the initiative to clean up the dishes.However, stopped by Nian Ge, he rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen with the dishes.

"Do you have homework today?" Nian Ge asked Jun'er who was stuck on the sliding door of the kitchen.

Juner nodded.

"Go do your homework quickly, and don't stop others from copying homework early in the morning." Nian Ge recalled that time with Li Bai again, and sat downstairs after witnessing how Jun'er stopped his classmates There was a burst of frantic copying on the stone table, borrowing Li Bai's words, it really has a bit of Li Bai's demeanor.

Jun'er's cheeks were reddish, feeling a little ashamed after being poked by Nian Ge in something bad, "How do you know?"

"I saw it by accident last time." Nian Ge passed by calmly.

When Nian Ge packed up the kitchen and came out, Jun'er was sitting by the coffee table, leaning over it to write and calculate, and there was nothing under his buttocks.

He walked lightly behind Jun'er, looked at the topic he was calculating, and Jun'er's appearance was reflected by the glass cabinet door opposite, with a bitter and hatred look on his face, and his brows were furrowed, as if he was very distressed.

"The formula here is wrong." Just as Jun'er was swiping his head on the draft paper, a slender finger landed on the homework book. Jun'er was startled, and followed his finger upwards. look.

Nian Ge pulled Jun'er up, picked up the homework book on the table with one hand, and pushed him into his room.

His desk was tidy, Niange turned on the lamp switch, pulled out the chair, pressed Jun'er in place, and arranged the homework for him.

"You write here, it's cold on the ground, how can I explain to my aunt if I have diarrhea?"

Jun'er continued to lower his head to write and calculate, Nian Ge took out a book from the upper shelf, and leaned against the bed like this, the two of them read their own books without talking much.

It didn't take long before Jun'er started to look up at the Niange frequently, and faltered "Niange..."

"Huh?" Nian Ge responded with a sideways glance.

Jun'er raised his homework book, pointed to the question just now, slightly awkward, "Can you say more about what you said just now?"

Shu Niange put down the book in his hand, stood up and walked to Jun'er's side, bent down, put one hand on the table, covered Jun'er's body, took the pen from his hand, and began to write in the draft Explain it to him on paper.