Senior sister, I really don’t have any improper thoughts about you!

This kid should be doing his math homework.

After all, the score is 48 points.

"Auntie Huang."

"Can I borrow a place to eat?"

Miss Jiang asked with a smile standing at the door.

Hear sounds.

Huang Meiqing looked back.

When she saw the timid and beautiful figure at the door.

His face was immediately filled with smiles.

"Oh, it's Ningning."

"Where are you going?"

"Aunt Huang hasn't seen you for a long time."

...

"To go to school."

"Hey hey hey..."

Miss Jiang sat next to the boy while smiling and carrying a bag of skewers.

In front of Xiaokai.

He took out one fragrant skewer after another.

He looked at the brat with anger in his eyes.

"mom!"

"She affects my study!"

...

"What's the impact? Just don't watch it!"

Huang Meiqing now finds everything about her son unpleasant.

Especially when sitting with this girl Jiang Ning.

It's just like a frog sitting next to a crane.

The more I watched, the angrier I became.

"Xiao Kai, if you can't finish writing today, don't even think about leaving the house tomorrow."

“Write it to me!!”

...

Miss Jiang didn't expect that she could also help Aunt Huang stack buffs.

Click his lips.

Sigh.

Then under the gaze of some cannibalistic eyes.

He took the fish tofu into his mouth.

A light sigh.

what.

Simply delicious.

At this time.

Aunt Huang suddenly brought out a big bowl of pickled fish from the back.

Put it on the table.

Then he said to Miss Jiang who was eating skewers:

"Ning Ning."

"Is your mother busy now?"

"If you're not busy, just call him out for dinner."

"It just so happens that my aunt has prepared a big dish..."

Miss Jiang would not refuse such delicious food.

and so…

……

ten minutes later.

Miss Jiang was holding a small bowl and sitting on a small stool.

Happily slurping the pickled fish on the table.

"old woman."

"You're eating our food again!"

"Give me money, or I'll tell your mom that you bullied me!"

Facing the threat of the little guy.

Miss Jiang didn't even have the interest to pay attention to him.

He picked up a large piece of fish from the bowl with chopsticks.

But it hasn’t entered my bowl yet.

The fish was picked up by another pair of chopsticks.

Depend on!

It has always been me who grabs food.

When will it be your turn to steal my food?

however.

Before Miss Jiang could even pick up her chopsticks, I glared at her angrily.

OK OK.

Helping outsiders, right?

Getting angry.

Miss Jiang snorted coldly.

Ignoring the kid's show-off, he was about to pick another piece of fish.

Aunt Huang brought over a portable TV.

Put it on the counter.

Started tinkering with it.

See this.

The old lady asked doubtfully.

"Sister Huang."

"I remember you don't watch TV?"

...

"Well, I don't usually watch it."

Huang Meiqing plugged in the TV, fiddled with the antenna, and said:

"Isn't this my brother's daughter who participated in the [Girls' Show] program?"

"It's on TV tonight."

"I just took it out and took a look at it."

Tianxiu girl?

Hear these four words.

Miss Jiang stopped fishing suddenly.

He asked in a muffled voice.

"Auntie Huang."

"Is it the talent show held on TV?"

...

"Yeah."

"That's it."

"Ningning, you know that too?"

Hehehe...

I probably know more than you think.

The corners of Miss Jiang's mouth twitched, but she didn't ask any more questions.

But Aunt Huang was adjusting the TV while chattering:

"My brother's kid has loved singing since he was young."

"But my brother thought this was not a proper job, so he kept interfering."

"I don't know how many times we've had arguments at home about this."

"To put it bluntly."

"It's because my grades don't meet my brother's standards."

"If only my grades were the same as Ningning's."

“I guess there won’t be so many arguments.”

Hear this.

Miss Jiang felt like she was being blamed for no reason.

as predicted.

The old lady followed suit and echoed the words.

“In fact, it’s not enough to just have good grades.”

"Children who are disobedient still need to be educated!"

……

At this time.

The picture on the TV appeared.

As a result, the first scene was a close-up of Miss Jiang.

Seeing this.

Miss Jiang was subconsciously a little timid.

He glanced at my mother without revealing his life or death.

After making sure that there was no change in expression on my mother's face.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello, teachers..."