He's doing handicraft again

The next day, while Jiang Xin handed over some of the fans that he drew last night to Uncle Xu, he said, "Uncle Xu, don't tell Xiao Yuan about my fan paintings."

"Hmph! I don't have anything to talk to him about." Uncle Xu was a little curious after he finished speaking, "Why didn't you tell him?"

"He was watching my live broadcast, but he didn't know that it was me." Jiang Xin confessed, "I don't want him to know."

"Oh, I see that you are a teaching assistant, open a store, and live broadcast." Uncle Xu looked hesitant, "It's not easy to raise such a person, why do you bother?"

"You really misunderstood him. He doesn't rely on me to support him." Jiang Xin explained, "And his mother sent me a lot of clothes and food."

"That's because his mother is scheming. She knows that it's not easy for her son to find someone like you."

Jiang Xin didn't want to persuade this stubborn old man anymore.

"Look, he's here with breakfast again. You should go back to your shop quickly, lest he come to me to look for you." Uncle Xu shook his head and sighed, "He invited you to have a bad breakfast and you also make him three-juice stew pot."

Jiang Xin had no choice but to leave.

He felt a little sympathetic to Xiao Yuan, and was targeted by Uncle Xu for no reason.

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"Why did you go to his place so early in the morning?" Seeing that Jiang Xin came out of Uncle Xu's studio, Xiao Yuan's tone was not very good.

Jiang Xin looked at him and said nothing, Xiao Yuan remembered that he was here to make amends, so he had to correct his attitude.

He stuffed the breakfast in Jiang Xin's hands with both hands.

carefully.

It's completely different from usual.

Could it be that there is some mystery in this breakfast?

Jiang Xin returned to his seat and opened the bag, and saw that there were round cakes inside the box, and each cake had a hollow smile on it.

It's smiling potato pancakes.

"This is..." Jiang Xin has never seen any breakfast restaurant selling potato pancakes, "You made them?"

"Well, I borrowed the canteen kitchen in the morning." Xiao Yuan said casually, "It happens that the canteen doesn't run out of potatoes, so I used them for fun."

But his eyes were not casual at all, with nervousness and lack of confidence.

Xiao Yuan thought of the process of making potato cakes by himself in the morning, which can be described as a disaster.

First of all, the potatoes were not fully steamed for the first time, and they could not be pressed into a puree at all, so they went back to the pot and steamed again.

The second time I wanted to use the steamer to get the potatoes out, I accidentally let go of my finger, and the potatoes and the plate fell to the ground.

After the third time I finally steamed and crushed the potatoes and added glutinous rice flour, starch, salt and pepper, I thought I had mixed them thoroughly, but found that the pre-prepared mold was gone.

Xiao Yuan had no choice but to start directly, and after barely making a circle, he poked out his eyes with chopsticks, and pressed out his upwardly curved mouth with his fingers.

Afterwards, it was even more tragic to go to the oil pan. Xiao Yuan, who had never been in the kitchen, had to rely on his flexible reflexes to move coquettishly so as not to be splashed by the hot oil.

The past cannot be traced, Xiao Yuan stopped recalling.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Jiang Xin took out a potato pancake and ate it, seeing Xiao Yuan sitting across from him in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

This potato pancake, among other things, tastes barely palatable.

"I ate all the potato pancakes that weren't fried very well, so I'm already full," Xiao Yuan explained.

Jiang Xin looked at the potato cake inside. Although the shape was barely round, the size was different. Some expressions were not smiles at all, and the colors were deep and shallow.

In his view, these were unsuccessful.

"Are you still angry?" Xiao Yuan was a little disappointed when he saw that Jiang Xin had eaten one and then stopped eating.

Jiang Xin had no choice but to bite the bullet and eat up a large box of smiling potato cakes.

Although some are over-fried, some may not be well-mixed with seasoning, one side is salty and the other side is bland, and some eat a mouthful of oil, basically none of them are delicious.

It was too painful to eat, so he squeezed a cup of strawberry milkshake to relieve his tiredness like last night, and gave Xiao Yuan a cup by the way.

Jiang Xin saw that there was still more than half of the milk in the box: "Tell your mother not to send me anything."

"I can't persuade her, anyway, if she treats you well, you should treat me better!" Xiao Yuan looked at the strawberry milkshake in his hand, which was pink and tender, and looked very romantic. He felt that Jiang Xin should calm down Now, shameless at the beginning, "Can you come over at night?"

"Then let's have dinner together." Jiang Xin answered irrelevantly, "What do you want to eat?"

"Of course I want to eat—" Xiao Yuan almost blurted out the word "you", "I saw Wang dumplings in the refrigerator, how about fried dumplings?"

Jiang Xin, who ate a lot of fried food, didn't really want to eat fried dumplings, but he still nodded.

When they went out to school, Xiao Yuan was a little puzzled why there was a carpet at the door, which was not there when he came in. When he wanted to step on it and feel the sensation of his feet, an earth-shattering "Meow!!!" exploded in his ears , a white shadow quickly hid on the cat climbing frame.

It turned out that Yuanyuan was spread out on the ground just now, like a white wool carpet.

It's over, it's in trouble again.

Xiao Yuan laments, is he going to get glasses?

He peeked at Jiang Xin's expression.

Ok?

Actually smiling, although very shallow.

Has the status of the cat declined?

Xiao Yuan felt relieved, even a little secretly happy.

Yuanyuan was so wronged to death in the small wooden house on the cat climbing frame, it was fine if she was not fed, and no one hurt even being stepped on!

The author has something to say: I'm not in a good mood today, I've said too much, I can't write more than [-] words, so let it be.