It's the students' fault if they are too popular.

She walked in front, looking around, and only let the little girl out when she didn't see anyone from the school.

They went down the stairs, Ruan Qian followed behind. The quiet atmosphere gave people a rational calm. She recalled her boldness just now, and her face gradually heated up.

What were you thinking at that time?

How could you say something so bold?

How dare you hold on to Teacher Tong?

And...Teacher Tong actually spoiled her and didn't show any disgust or rejection at all.

She seemed to be walking by the pond, stepping forward step by step, letting the water drown her, but also testing Teacher Tong's bottom line bit by bit. It was also like a pot of slowly heated warm water, and no one knew who was the frog in the pot.

"Teacher Tong, I want to buy some beef and pork."

"Ah? Then...can you help me pick some?"

"Okay."

In the vegetable market, the little girl was arguing with the stall owner in a very knowledgeable and experienced manner.

Tong Yao didn't know where to stand, so she had to carefully avoid the water on the ground and keep giving way to passers-by.

"Teacher Tong, wait over there. I'll buy the meat." The little girl smiled and seemed to see her embarrassment. "Don't let it get on your clothes."

"Um, I'm not that..."

Tong Yao thought about it. She was not that obsessed with cleanliness. But she really didn't want to stay in the butcher shop anymore. She didn't want to be lazy, so she said:

"Then...I'll go buy some vegetables."

Tong Yao walked away on tiptoe. The boss, with a face full of flesh, started cutting with his knife, saying:

"Is that your teacher?"

"Hmm." The little girl stared at the meat and raised her head, proud and proud, "It looks good, right?"

The boss shrugged. He didn't pay much attention to his face. He just felt that the teacher was like a princess who came to inspect the people's conditions. She had no idea of ​​the people's suffering, had no experience, and behaved in a restrained manner.

After buying the meat, Ruan Qian went to buy some skewers, then turned around and went to the vegetable area. At a dark and damp intersection, she saw the nursery rhyme lying in disarray in the wind.

Tong Yao, carrying a bag, also saw her.

"Teacher Tong, what did you buy?" Ruan Qian trotted over and took a closer look. Tong Yao felt embarrassed and just wanted to hide the bag behind him.

"I bought some ham... um, corn dogs, and chili sausages."

She scratched her face and turned away.

"Teacher Tong," Ruan Qian opened her innocent eyes wide, "This isn't a vegetable."

"..."

Tong Yao lifted up the bag of ham, with another bag underneath, "Actually, I also bought some cabbage."

Ruan Qian looked at the large mass below for a long time, then raised her head and asked:

"Teacher Tong, are you going to make cabbage for dinner?"

Judging from his expression, definitely not.

Ruan Qian was really confused. She had been to Teacher Tong’s dormitory to eat before, so she thought that since Teacher Tong could cook, he should also be able to buy groceries. Why would he exhibit such confusing behavior?

She thought so and asked so.

"Um..." Tong Yao tried to cover up her embarrassment and pretended not to care, "I cooked the rice, but the vegetables were bought from the supermarket. I just processed them."

If you replace "heating" with "processing", she will appear quite capable.

When she wanted to buy some cabbage, she didn't know how much to buy, so she just said "let's buy the five yuan one", but she didn't know there were so many. But the lady had packed them all for her, and she felt embarrassed to refuse.

She was used to a life of having food provided for her, and if she hadn't moved out to work, she would never have cooked in her life. As for cooking for a man after marriage? Don't even think about it.

Therefore, the wisest choice for her is to buy food such as ham.

"Ruanruan, I see that other people buy the pre-skewered meat, why are you... um," Tong Yao changed the subject and made a "skewering" gesture with her hands, "planning to skewer it yourself?"

"Yes."

After recovering from the shock, Ruan Qian nodded, and the plan she had already thought of became more and more perfect in her mind. "I can definitely do a better job stringing them together myself. But..."

There was a sly look in her eyes. "Can I borrow Teacher Tong's kitchen?"

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At 11 o'clock in the evening, Tong Yao came out of the bathroom and washed away her fatigue. In the endless steam, she took off her bathrobe and quickly changed into a tighter pajamas.

In the kitchen, there came the sound of a kitchen knife cutting a chopping board. One sound after another made her feel at home.

This used to be a 70-square-meter dormitory, but now it is a small but cozy home.

And Ruanruan... is her daughter? Once a teacher, always a mother.

Thinking of this, she laughed first.

"Teacher Tong, have you finished your shower?"

The sounds in the kitchen echoed.

"Well," she said as she walked into the kitchen, where the little girl was wrapping the skewers and the round potatoes were soaking in hot water nearby. She stretched out her arms and said, "Let me help you."

She was getting quite close to him. She had just finished a shower, and the scent of shower gel and shampoo was stronger than ever, like a blooming flower. The aroma suddenly rushed into the little girl's nose. She didn't notice it, but Ruan Qian's heart was already pounding. When she turned around, she saw Teacher Tong's slender waist that was bound up, and her white wrists exposed when her sleeves were rolled up. She became even more confused and fascinated.

The white wrists are covered with frost and snow, and the woman beside the wine shop is like the moon.

I even wondered, if I untied the belt around my waist, would I be able to see the beautiful sight of a peacock spreading its feathers?

The little girl's face turned red with shame and she cursed herself in her heart.

It’s all because of that comic book…it’s done a lot of harm to people.

Tong Yao brought two small stools over and sat next to the trash can to carefully peel potatoes. Her movements were so clumsy that even Ruan Qian beside her couldn't help laughing:

"Teacher Tong, it's such a waste if you peel it like this."

After peeling off the skin, the bumpy potato became smaller.

Tong Yao was silent for a while, looked at the potato in his hand, and said:

"It's OK. It's edible."

The little girl smiled and curved her eyes:

"It turns out that Teacher Tong also has things he is not good at."

"There are so many things I'm not good at. Do you think I'm disappointed?"

She laughed at herself.

"No." The little girl looked sincere and bravely sat closer, "I think Teacher Tong is very cute."

How would Teacher Tong react to such words?

Ruan Qian took another step towards the deeper part of the pond.

Tong Yao held the potato, turned around, and suddenly stretched out her hand and poked the little girl next to her in the waist:

"Cute boy, you dare to laugh at the teacher?"

She acted fierce and ferocious, and then something embarrassing happened to her -

The little girl sat there blankly, looking at the fingers around her waist, feeling a little confused.

Tong Yao's mouth twitched, she understood something, and asked in a low voice:

"…Are you not ticklish?"

The little girl blinked:

"No. Teacher Tong is ticklish?"

“…I’m not afraid either.”

"Let me try?"

As she spoke, Ruan Qian stretched out her hands and reached for her waist under Tong Yao's horrified eyes.

"Ruanruan, stop! Stop...ha...I'm ticklish! Stop now!"

The slender body was barely slender enough to be held in one hand, and Ruan Qian's hands were almost holding her waist. Tong Yao sat on a small stool, laughing until tears came out, and she kept shrinking back, with her back against the wall. At first she could still resist, but now she only had the strength to beg for mercy.

Ruan Qian didn't know where she got the courage and stupidity from.

Is it Teacher Tong’s favoritism and indulgence?

She stopped what she was doing, and Tong Yao leaned against the wall, her hands in front of her, her body limp as if she had no bones.

"...Teacher Tong?"

The little girl felt a little guilty and shouted softly.

Tong Yao panted, rolled her eyes at her, struggled to get up, and felt like she had lost all her image.

Stinky brat.

She held her waist, not knowing how charming her movements and expressions were. She was as seductive as a fairy, but only one person could appreciate it.

"Teacher Tong..." Ruan Qian was scared, hiding her hands behind her back and following behind in a flattering manner, "I was wrong."

"Do you know you are wrong? Will you dare to do it again next time?"

Tong Yao shook her hair and said unhappily.

——I’ve lost a lot of face this time.

Although it was not intimidating at all, the little girl lowered her head honestly:

"I don't dare anymore."

Tong Yao was applauded. Although the child was naughty, his attitude of admitting his mistakes was really good. She opened the bedroom door and looked at Ruan Qian who was still following her. She smiled without holding back her expression:

"I'm going to rest first, why are you following me? Do you want to sleep with the teacher?"

Every word she says is a key to open a door to fantasy.

Ruan Qian's face flushed and she took a step back. Only she knew what she was thinking.

"I...I'll go cut potatoes." She turned around hurriedly and ran to the kitchen.

"Be careful! Don't cut your hands!"

The nursery rhyme was said before closing the door.

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This is the second time I live with Teacher Tong.

Ruan Qian sat on the bed, opened the sketchbook, and recorded today's story.

The protagonists of the story are still the little man with the word "child" in his head and the little man with the word "soft" in his head.

I wonder if Teacher Tong next door is asleep?

She supported her chin, thought of something, and smiled foolishly.

Today is a very special day.

It’s like the first person who ate a tomato, once he realized how delicious it was, couldn’t stop eating it.

For the first time, she realized that she could actively pursue something.

Those beautiful things that were once out of reach have now become within reach.

Even with such outrageous behavior, wouldn't Teacher Tong be angry with her?

She closed the sketchbook and huddled under the quilt, sniffing her own hands secretly as if she was afraid of being seen even though she was alone in the room.

——Of course I can’t smell anything.

But it can bring her back to those memories again.

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