Chapter 104 Malted Milk

Sure enough, it was Qin Huairu who came this time.

Moreover, before I came here, I didn’t know where to put it. The braid was removed and it was twisted into a ball, revealing a section of white neck.

I also washed my face and applied cream on it.

It's a pity that after working in the workshop for many years, I have a faint smell of machine oil, mixed with the scent of cream. It can't be said to be pleasant, but it's not unpleasant either.

Once familiar, Qin Huairu came in and changed her shoes directly.

After the last experience, I wore new socks on my feet, and finally I didn't show any timidity anymore.

When he walked in, he saw Du Fei's posture clearly and couldn't help but smile, "Young Master, you are so lazy!"

Du Fei put down his book, stood up, took a sip of malted milk, and said with a smile, "Sister Qin, I'm telling you, you'd better put your hair up to look better."

The pretty widow's cheeks were slightly red, "Young man! Tell me, what kind of mat do you want to make?"

As he spoke, he looked at the furniture in the room, feeling more and more fond of it.

Du Fei patted the armrest of Arhat's bed, "That's it. Make a thicker cotton pad and two big pillows, and put them on both sides of the small coffee table."

Qin Huairu looked at it and said, "What mat? This is just a mattress shop!"

As he spoke, he began to take measurements.

Du Fei warned, "Remember to nail the rope so that it can be tied to the bed and you won't have to go back and forth."

"I know~" Qin Huairu rolled her eyes. A man actually taught her how to do needlework. "By the way, what about the cotton?"

"I'll buy some tomorrow." Du Fei had some cotton coupons in his hand, but it was definitely not enough.

Fortunately, Chu Cheng, a wealthy businessman, didn't have enough cotton coupons, so he wanted to give up.

Du Fei said again, "I left corn noodles in the vegetable cellar. You can break some cabbage noodles later... Forget it, you should be better at this than me. Anyway, I'll leave those two old hens to you, and I'll wait to eat them." Eggs."

Qin Huairu laughed and said, "Don't worry~

My sister has taken good care of those two old hens so that they can lay eggs for you next spring. "

Du Fei said, "What are you waiting for next spring?"

The pretty widow looked like an expert and said disdainfully, "You grew up in the city, how could you know this? Chickens won't lay eggs when it's cold."

Du Fei laughed and said, "Who said that? I ate one just now!"

He said and pointed to the paper basket next to Arhat's bed.

Qin Huairu looked over and saw the egg skin as expected. She was surprised and said, "Did those two old hens lay it?"

Du Fei said, "It's true, I found it with my own hands in the chicken coop."

"Can't?" Qin Huairu blinked her big eyes and ran out.

When he came back later, he still had a straw stick on his head and said in surprise, "Huh? Why is it so hot in your chicken coop!"

Du Fei briefly explained to her.

Qin Huairu suddenly realized that he did not expect such a fantastic idea, and he took it for granted that it was Du Fei's idea.

He couldn't help but admire Du Fei even more, and thought to himself, "Xiao Du is so smart. If he works in a factory, he will definitely become an eighth-level worker like the first uncle!"

Then he remembered the BangGeng incident, and wanted to talk to him on the other side of the Arhat's bed.

But Du Fei shouted, "If you touch chicken daddy, wash your hands quickly!"

The pretty widow instantly blushed, glared at Du Fei angrily, and went to wash her hands obediently.

When she came out, Du Fei was sitting cross-legged, drinking malted milk from a cup.

"Okay, go ahead on your own." Du Fei gestured towards the table next to her.

Qin Huairu turned around and saw a yellow tin can.

In fact, she smelled malted milk as soon as she came in, but it was quite expensive and she didn't have the nerve to ask for it.

Qin Huairu's memory of malted milk was when Jia Dongxu bought her two cans when she was pregnant.

After Jia Dongxu's death, their family's life went from bad to worse, and they were unable to afford food, let alone malted milk.

Qin Huairu was stunned for a moment, but without being pretentious, she took a cup, opened the tin can, and immediately smelled the fragrant and sweet smell of chocolate.

There was a small spoon in the jar. Qin Huairu took it and scooped it deeply. She thought about it and shook her hands before pouring it into a cup and adding boiling water.

A stronger smell hit my face.

Qin Huairu held the cup with both hands.

The water was a little hot, but she squeezed it tightly, as if she was afraid that the cup of malted milk would fall to the ground.

Du Fei looked at the steaming cup and suddenly thought of his grandmother.

It was probably around 1980, and he went to his grandma's house.

Grandma, with her back bent, made him a cup of malted milk and brought it carefully like this...

"Xiao Du~Xiao Du?"

Du Fei was a little absent-minded, and he didn't react until he heard Qin Huairu calling him.

"Are you okay?" the pretty widow asked worriedly.

Du Fei shook his head, picked up the cup, took a sip, and said, "It's okay, I'm thinking about something. By the way, what were you going to say just now?"

"Uh~" Qin Huairu said with a grateful face, "Thank you so much for today. I really have nothing to do with that kid Bangge! I beat him and scolded him, but he... I didn't expect that he was surrendered by you today." Yes! Xiao Du, you are so awesome!”

At the end of the story, the pretty widow looked at Du Fei and almost had stars in her eyes, and she was already showing signs of being a crazy fan.

Du

Fei waved his hands and said, "No need~ Sister Qin, please stop it! It's not as evil as you say."

Qin Huairu asked again, "By the way, Xiao Du, you said that as long as Bangge is admitted to a technical secondary school, he will really be able to..."

Du Fei smiled and said, "There is no water in what I said. Besides, it's not a secret. It's far away, but it's just in the courtyard. The third uncle knows everything about this matter."

Qin Huairu frowned and said, "The third uncle knows, so why not let Yan Jiecheng go to a technical secondary school?"

Du Fei rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think it's easy to get into a technical secondary school? The third uncle thinks that Yan Jiecheng must pass the exam!"

Qin Huairu had no idea about these things, and said stupidly, "Is it harder to get into a technical secondary school than to get into a high school?"

Du Fei thought for a while and said, "They each have their own strengths. Going to high school will help you get into college in the future, with a high degree, but you still have to go through the college entrance examination. Going to a technical secondary school can help you work and earn money four or five years earlier."

Qin Huairu fell silent.

In her impression, the third uncle attached great importance to learning, and the children in the family were all good at studying.

Especially the eldest child Yan Jiecheng. Qin Huairu vaguely remembered that when she was pregnant with Xiaodang, she would always hear the third uncle bragging about how good Yan Jiecheng was at studying in the summer when she went to the front yard under the tree to cool off. He should be about the same.

Who knew that when Du Fei mentioned Yan Jiecheng, she looked down on him.

It can be seen that Yan Jiecheng, who she thought was a good student, was nothing in Du Fei's eyes. If he was replaced by Bang Geng, wouldn't he be even worse!

But Qin Huairu still had a glimmer of hope in her heart, and said pitifully, "Xiao Du, what about Banggeng..."

Du Fei said bluntly, "Sister Qin, Banggeng is probably not good at studying. According to the elementary school curriculum, he went to school every day, and even if he was lazy and didn't study, he should be in the middle of the class. Where is Banggeng? Count the last few~"

Qin Huairu blushed, a little embarrassed.