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Chapter 130 Sprouts and fermented bean curd

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    The music class is finally over, and the students after class are laughing around me.

    "Riding green#@%%%@"

    "Hahaha~"

    All kinds of laughter and imitation sounds can be heard endlessly.

    But I turned a deaf ear, no matter how much I laughed, I would remain indifferent and concentrate on doing my homework.

    Although it seems that I seem to be a master who is detached from the world, I turn a deaf ear to things outside the window.  But at this moment, at least 10,000 grass-mud horses are galloping past my heart!

    It's normal to sing broken sounds!  Is it that funny?  You have laughed at me for so long, aren't you tired?

    I don't know if a joke has been played for a long time, may it be done!  Do you really think I have no temper?

    I don't want to argue with you!  Classmates, so as not to beat you up, you still say I am stingy!  Brother can bear it today!

    Finally, it was time for school to end. Today, instead of the usual lingering, I picked up my schoolbag and ran outside in an instant!

    I want to get rid of this group of psychopaths as soon as possible!  It's not tiring to stare at others and giggle all the time!

    Turning around and going downstairs, the classmates behind him had already been thrown away, and they were about to go to the garage to pick up the car, but they were stopped by the teacher.

    "Ren Tao, come here."

    "Teacher Ma!" Damn it, it's my little lady. At this point in time, you won't be grabbing me to interrogate today's matter, right?  I have been ridiculed before, and I still want to uncover the scars and sprinkle salt?

    "What's the matter, ma'am." To the outside world, regardless of whether she is my relative or not, basic respect is still required.

    "Come with me to the office."

    "#%%#%#^$$$" When I heard the office, I felt uncomfortable. Students who have been students know that it is usually not a good thing to be called to the office by the teacher.

    But there is no way, who told me to meet her so unluckily.

    Walking into the office, at this moment, almost all the teachers of each subject are still there, each busy with the matter at hand.

    Only the teachers in our class stared at me with smiles!

    this!

    Could it be that they want to collectively interrogate me?  Is it too exaggerated?  I'm just a primary school student, what should I do if I engage in such a big battle?

    "Come on, go in, what are you doing standing at the door."

    After the little lady finished speaking, she put her hand on my shoulder, seemingly supporting me, but actually pushing me into the office.

    Leading me all the way, I walked to the middle of several teachers!

    At this moment, my heart beats extremely fast!  It's really stressful!

    I didn't dare to ask, and I didn't dare to open my mouth. I really don't know how long this torment will last!

    "Ren Tao, these teachers are my best friends. Of course, most of them are your teachers."

    I took a peek around, um, Chinese Teacher Huang, Mathematics Teacher Mou, Biology Teacher Zhou, and Music Teacher Xu are all there.  There is another one I don't know, it should be from another class.

    "I called you here today mainly to discuss something with you."

    "Here we come! Let's get to the point!" I said in my heart.

    "Go back and ask your grandma if you have fermented bean curd and sprouts. If you have more, bring some tomorrow and bring some to the teachers."

    As soon as the young lady finished speaking, the teachers finally stopped being silent.

    "Well, that's right, Ren Tao, the sprouts made by your grandma are really delicious. Go back and ask your grandma. If you have more, bring some to the teacher. A little is enough. The teacher will take it home and give it to the family to taste." This is  Chinese teacher Huang.

    "That's right, your grandma really knows how to make it. That fermented bean curd is delicious. You can ask, and if you have some, bring some for the teacher." This is Mathematics teacher Mou. Today, she didn't call me Ren Tao anymore  

    After several teachers finished speaking one after another, they all stared at me.  It's nothing more than to praise my grandma's sprouts and fermented bean curd, which are tastes they have never tasted.  Much better than the ones sold on the street.

    I see!  Scared me!  I thought they were attacking me collectively!  It turned out that there was someone asking for me!

    hehe!  The bean sprouts and fermented bean curd made by grandma are really good, and they can conquer so many teachers in an instant.

    Afterwards, I found out that the young lady thought the food in the cafeteria was too light, so she brought some fermented bean curd and sprouts that my grandma gave her, and mixed them together.

    As a result, the teacher who was with me saw it and tasted a little.

    Now it's out of control!  After the teacher in the same class ate it, he was full of praise, which attracted several teachers next to him to join the team of early adopters.

    So, there is this scene where I just entered the classroom

    "Oh, you guys like to eat fermented bean curd and sprouts," I said with a sigh of relief.

     I just said it, but it didn't feel right. After all, they are my teachers. Is this tone not suitable for the current occasion.

    But everyone didn't care about these things. At this moment, we are more like an exchange between friends, without the strangeness between teachers and students.

    "That's right, I've never tasted fermented bean curd with this flavor before, and it has a lot of aftertaste." Teacher Huang narrowed his eyes as he spoke, as if reminiscing the taste of fermented bean curd.

    "Do you know how your grandma made sprouts and fermented bean curd?" Teacher Mou asked.

    "I don't know the details, but it's very complicated."

    "I still have fermented bean curd at home, but I don't know about sprouts." Because when I had dinner yesterday, my grandma went to pick up fermented bean curd. At that time, she said casually that there was still half a can of bean curd.  Do you know if you have enough to eat until the Chinese New Year?

    A casual sentence just reflected: fermented bean curd is still available!  Although there are not many, but it can be taken out, so that a few teachers will not return empty-handed.

    As for sprouts, I don't know.

    On the dinner table, there was still more than half a bowl of sprouts fried with green peppers.

    Generally, grandma takes out a handful of bean sprouts, chops them up and puts them in a bowl. When there are no vegetables, you can grab some for dinner.  If you are tired of eating, or the sprouts are starting to change their taste, add green peppers and stir-fry, not only to get rid of the smell, but also to make the meal more delicious.

    But a bowl of bean sprouts often takes half a month, or even a month, in my house. In the end, it either gets moldy and throws it away, or barely finishes it.

    As for whether there is any stock in the jar, I can be sure: yes!  But I don't know how many more, so I dare not promise the teachers directly.

    What if there are only two or three handfuls, and I still want to eat at home, so I bring a handful over, what should I do?  For whom?  It's not good for anyone.

    If it is divided among the teachers, will each person pull two pieces?  This is even more ridiculous.

    So, let's go back first, ask grandma, and see how she decides.

    Originally, the things were made by grandma, so what qualifications do I have to promise for her?

    "Well, go back and ask. If you don't have it, forget it. If you have it, bring a little to the teachers."

    "Just tell grandma that you don't need to pack it separately, and we can share it among ourselves." The young lady seemed to have helped to think of all the problems that would be encountered, and had already solved them in advance.

    "Well, okay, I'll go back and ask my grandma. If there are any, I'll bring them here tomorrow morning." At least, at this moment, I have to show the appearance that a man should have.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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