Everyone still had great trust in their old classmate Song Tan, and they didn't notice that she was busy sharpening her sword at all.
At this moment, I was cleaning up the mess in the yard. I was drooling because of the aroma coming from the kitchen and couldn't move. I was urged by the big sun and Ulan's enthusiasm. I walked in two steps at a time. living room.
Good guy!
The cool breeze blew quietly, and everyone felt that their hot hearts were soothed, and their tense bodies instantly relaxed.
The children were obviously happier. At this time, they ran to the baskets and baskets that Wulan had temporarily placed in the corner. They crawled around and crawled around, feeling very uncomfortable.
The basket and the ground were covered with milky white cloth, causing several mothers to gather around it curiously.
"Oh, this thing is really interesting - come on, son, do you know what this is?"
"This cloth looks quite strong, so children won't have to worry about being scratched by the basket when playing with it..."
Of course, this is a model for raising children extensively, and people who raise them carefully will not bring them to the countryside on a hot day.
"That's right, Song Tan, where did you buy this cloth? Later I will also buy two beds for my son's playpen. The mat is made of sponge and he keeps picking at it."
Song Tan went over and took a look - it was white and made of coarse cloth.
Could it be some old coarse sheets, too?
Unexpectedly, Wulan burst out laughing when he walked in: "You all can't recognize it, right? This thing must be more than 20 years old - this is a sack made by the postal company in the past. Aunt Tantan's relatives made it at that time." The postman, in one round or two, everything is here."
After I finished speaking, I wanted to say a few more words for fear of being disliked by the young people: "This was dried before moving. It is strong and clean. It looks rough, but it is actually very breathable. I used to put this thing on the bed and I couldn't sleep on it for decades." bad."
Ah yo!
If you are willing to let your children crawl around in the basket, there is no one who thinks that sacks are bad!
At this time, everyone became interested: "I want to buy it too... It really looks refreshing and comfortable..."
…
Here, Wu Qianqian was finishing her makeup in front of the mirror. She was holding the powder box and looking at it while applying powder on her face.
The more he looked at Song Tan, the angrier he became.
However, some girls beside him hesitated and wanted to divert Song Tan's attention, so they asked:
"Wu Qianqian, how does this powder of yours work?"
Wu Qianqian instantly became proud, closed the lid reservedly and casually, and displayed the big logo in front of everyone:
"It's okay. It's average. It's not expensive, but it's only 560 yuan."
560? So rich.
Song Tan stood far away and listened, looking at Wu Qianqian with tender eyes.
However, several female classmates were stunned, and then looked regretful:
"Ah! You bought it at the regular price..."
"I also have one, but it's not this series. I'm doing an event during the Chinese New Year and I'll get 20% off!"
"I'm telling you, you have to wait for Double Eleven to buy it. Buy one get one free. If you don't want that much, you can share the order with others. It's only over 200 per person!"
Speaking of how to get discounts, everyone has a lot to talk about!
Wu Qianqian, who was ignored again:...
Damn it! Why does no one envy her for having money and being willing to spend it!
When Song Tan saw this, he couldn't help but chuckle again.
How should I put it? Times are changing. In the past, people were ashamed to say they were poor and felt embarrassed if they did. Whatever you buy, the main point to show off is that it’s expensive!
but now.
Everyone opens and shuts his mouth just to drink the wind and eat the soil. The combination of northwest wind and concrete shows the poverty incisively and vividly. When it comes to buying something, the original price is not important, what is important is how much cheaper you get it...
In comparison, Wu Qianqian seems to have been frozen in time for more than ten years!
Emmm... Song Tan thought to herself: Dear Qianqian, she is indeed so good.
…
Everyone knows Qianqian’s dishes, but everyone hasn’t had a chance to taste the sweetness of Tremella Soup.
Seeing everyone entering the house, they were amazed and envious of the new house while involuntarily picking up a bowl of white fungus soup under Ulan's enthusiasm.
"Come on, try it. Our white fungus soup is famous far and wide! Customers from the Imperial Capital are asking for it every day. Do you know about Ningcheng Third Hospital? People from several departments buy it from us! There are also patients..."
real or fake?
It was rare for the warm and honest Wulan to brag like this, and everyone was a little skeptical. The ice-cold Tremella had no aroma, so that after everyone took a taste of it, the entire spacious living room fell silent for a moment!
Just...how can it be so delicious!
The monitor stared blankly at his spoon - he often claimed that men don't like sweets so he refused all desserts, but now...
Woohoo, if the desserts are so delicious, why on earth did he refuse? !
Moreover, this white fungus soup is particularly considerate. The white fungus is torn into pieces. As the thick soup flows through the mouth, the whole person seems to be able to feel the refreshing and nourishing sweetness!
Wow wow wow it tastes really good!
Everyone took away their spoons, endured it again and again, and still gulped it down into the bowl——
Silky, thick, sweet, and cooling!
After one bite, it was like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, without even tasting it!
Several cheeky male classmates stared at Ulan: "Auntie..."
Wu Lan seemed to know nothing, and was just smiling to himself at the moment: "Oh, young people have good appetites. I made such a big pot this morning, and I said I would definitely not be able to finish it! I didn't expect it. It’s all eaten now—do you still want to eat? Can I go make another pot?”
Tell me, how thick-skinned do you have to be to deal with this?
The most important thing is that if you boil it now, it will take until the Year of the Monkey to eat it!
Everyone lowered their heads and reluctantly scraped the remaining soup inside with a spoon.
Only Wu Qianqian.
She says she is angry, but she must not suffer! So if Song Tan is angry, he has to eat it from Song Tan's house!
Eat a lot, but don’t pay for anything!
Ha, let’s see what you do!
Well...you can't not buy it at all. Watermelon is still good, so just buy one...two, three or four first!
Five at most, six can’t be too big... More than that really won’t work!
Who made Song Tan so arrogant?
snort! She was teasing herself, and she also wanted to play with Song Tan's emotions!
For example, give her hope first——
"Song Tan, this Tremella soup is so delicious! Is this your Tremella? How do you sell it? Give me two kilograms!"
Then, crush the hope again——
"Ah, no, I can't buy that much. I spend too much this month..."
You have to leave a loop, pretend to be hopeful, and make her want to sell herself!
Wu Qianqian sat back on the sofa proudly.
However, the next moment, I heard Song Tan sigh: "Qianqian, you are so kind. But there are too many people booking at the moment. If you want a pound, I'm afraid that the other students won't have enough... If you really want to buy it, I’ll give you half a catty of what I eat.”
Wu Qianqian:? ? ?
