Chapter 1143 Who dares to touch my candy (14)
Jiang Tang sat in the back, eating the sundae in his hand leisurely. Is there anything more comfortable in summer than sitting on a bicycle and eating a cold drink?
The child is growing up slowly, and Jiang Tang feels quite proud.
Growing up, she had never even been able to support a bastard.
"I'm about to be promoted from primary school to junior high school. Have you decided which school to go to?"
Yuan Chao looked ahead, slowly holding the brakes, and the speed of the bicycle slowly slowed down, so that Jiang Tang could hear what he said clearly.
"No. 1 Middle School."
"No. 1 Middle School is great. I heard Aunt Zhao say that No. 1 Middle School is the best middle school in our county."
Yuan Chao didn't speak, and curled his lips quietly.
Back at the stationery store, Yuan Chao put down his schoolbag and followed Jiang Tang into the kitchen. There was a bowl of vegetables turned upside down on the small table.
"Go and wash your hands and serve the meal."
Yuan Chao lowered his head, picked up the soap and rubbed it in his hands for a long time. He wiped his fingers carefully until his long and clean fingertips turned red from rubbing.
A small table, two bowls of rice, a bowl of fried beans and meat, and a bowl of tomato and egg soup.
Yuan Chao ate quietly, taking big mouthfuls of rice but rarely touching the vegetables in the bowl.
"Why don't you eat vegetables?"
“I don’t want to eat food cooked by others, who gave it to me?”
Jiang Tang glanced at him and hesitated.
"How do you know I didn't do it?"
Yuan Chao raised his eyes and glanced at her lightly.
"There's a lot of meat in it. Wasn't all our money stolen last month?"
He said this calmly, with a hint of resignation and resignation. After all, five years have passed and Jiang Tang has long been used to not being able to keep money in his hands.
The family of two has been living a life of not having enough to eat and not dying of hunger. For five years, the Yuan Dynasty only had three sets of clothes besides school uniforms, one in winter and two in summer.
Fortunately, he never complained, there was just a hint of helplessness in his tone.
Jiang Tang took a mouthful of rice, chewed it dryly, and gave him a chopstick of meat from the bowl. "You have to eat even if you don't want to. It's important to keep healthy. I'll make money and buy you a bicycle."
"There's no rush." Two years ago, Jiang Tang used the remaining money to buy a shop here, specializing in selling stationery.
In the two years since the store opened, it has been stolen seven times, caught on fire three times, reported twice, and repeatedly tested on the verge of closing.
Whenever Jiang Tang tried to make some money, it would be a good thing if he couldn't survive until next month, and if it was stolen, it would be a good thing. If he did too much, money would spontaneously combust in Jiang Tang's hands.
Jiang Tang has a good attitude. At least when it comes to eating, he can be full every meal.
He is about to be promoted to junior high school, so he must let Yuan Chao eat something good.
The aunts and uncles next door all knew that they were living in poverty, and they all helped them overtly and covertly, providing them with two eggs today and a bowl of delicious food tomorrow.
Just like this, this kid still despises others.
Jiang Tang gave him another chopstick of meat.
"Eat more. I heard from Coco that your school requires you to order milk, but you didn't tell me about it."
Yuan Chao stared at the two pieces of meat in the bowl, picked them up and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them expressionlessly.
"I don't like drinking."
“You can drink even if you don’t like it.”
Jiang Tang took out a red note from his pocket and handed it to Yuan Chao.
"Book one month first."
"Where did you get so much money?"
Yuan Chao put down his chopsticks and stared closely at Jiang Tang's face. Looking at his expression, Jiang Tang almost thought that the photo he just took was not a hundred, but ten thousand.
In this child's mind, how poor his family is.
But she is indeed poor. She can make money, but the money goes faster than she earns.
But this doesn't mean that she can't even come up with a hundred yuan.
Monthly tickets for the beginning of April, all you little cuties, please figure it out...
If you love me, vote for pork belly. I like pork ribs, so I can exchange them for pork ribs with my monthly ticket.
(End of chapter)