After rebirth, I became Qingmei's white moonlight

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"Mom, we have an exam today!"

"Hey, did Xiaolu do well in the exam?"

"I don't know, but Xiaoshu is amazing. He handed in his paper early for the teacher to grade, and he got 100 points in both Chinese and math!"

"Xiao Shu is so powerful?"

"Yeah, Xiaoshu is the best!" Bailu nodded proudly.

"Mom, Xiaoshu is going to participate in a calligraphy competition! Teacher Wang said her handwriting is not as good as Xiaoshu's!"

"Really? Didn't you just learn new words?"

Li Qiuyu was full of disbelief. How could a Chinese teacher who had been teaching for many years write worse than a first-grade elementary school student?

"Yes, the name on my book was written by the little tree!"

Li Qiuyu suddenly realized that on the day Zhuzhu published his new book, she saw such a standard name and thought it was written by the head teacher. Could it be that it was written by Xiaoshu?

It's amazing that he can write beautifully at such a young age and now he is even participating in calligraphy competitions.

"Mom, I want to learn calligraphy from Xiaoshu!"

"Mom, I also want to learn to write from the little tree!"

Bai Lu and Zhu Zhu both raised their heads and looked at their mother expectantly.

Qi Wanling was helpless: "Xiaolu, Mommy will enroll you in a calligraphy training class, okay?"

"I don't want to! I just want to learn characters from the little tree!" Bai Lu folded his hands, turned his head away, and sulked angrily.

"This……"

The two mothers looked at each other, they thought, they can’t live without this kid, right?
Fu Wanying smiled slightly, turned around and asked her son: "Xiaoshu, Xiaolu and Zhuzhu want to learn to write from you, do you agree?"

"sure."

Jiang Shu nodded indifferently. He hoped that they could learn all his skills.

So, Fu Wanying turned her attention back to Li Qiuyu and Qi Wanling.

"The children all get along very well. If you don't mind, you can let Zhuzhu and Xiaolu come over on weekends. Xiaoshu is also teaching Yaoyao. It's just that my place is a little small, so it might not be very convenient..."

Qi Wanling smiled and said, "That's easy. How about you all come to my place? We can have breakfast together on the weekend, and I'll drive you home and bring you back in the evening."

"Wanling, how about you take Saturday and I take Sunday? We can each share a day." Li Qiuyu looked at her with a smile.

In her opinion, since it was Xiaoshu who taught the children calligraphy, it was impossible for the other party to take all the benefits. This would cause the originally balanced scale to tilt slightly and finally fall completely to the other party.

That was something she didn't want to see.

Although the children are still young, Zhuzhu’s dependence on the little tree is an established fact.

No matter what direction their future will take, as Zhuzhu's mother, she must of course give priority to her daughter's interests and exclude all competitors.

Qi Wanling didn't expect Li Qiuyu to think of this so quickly. A hint of barely perceptible regret flashed across his eyes. What a difficult woman to deal with.

"Well... that's fine. We can take care of each other for a day and we can still have a day to rest."

Seeing her usual fake smile on her face, Li Qiuyu also nodded with a smile: "Then it's settled."

Fu Wanying kept a faint smile and didn't dare to interrupt. As a woman, she knew that this seemingly friendly exchange was actually full of swords and swords, and the center of the vortex was her outstanding son. Xiaoshu was a little too popular.

This scene... is like fighting over a son-in-law.

"Boss Fu, what do you think?" Qi Wanling looked at Fu Wanying.

"Of course I can, but I don't know if it will be too much trouble for you." Fu Wanying said a little embarrassedly.

To be honest, Fu Wanying was not worried at all about letting Xiaoshu go to their homes to play.

After all, they are old acquaintances, and he can also help her look after the children. Maybe she can just eat lunch and dinner directly and then drive back, so there is no pressure in her life at all.

"How can it be a trouble? The little deer often goes to play with the little tree. Don't you think it's troublesome?" Qi Wanling said with a smile.

"It's like this. Zhuzhu has wanted to invite Xiaoshu to her home for a long time, but unfortunately she never had the chance. As long as Boss Fu doesn't mind, I would be so happy." Li Qiuyu smiled slightly.

"That's fine."

The three mothers smiled at each other and decided on Jiang Shu's weekend schedule.

After everyone went back to their homes, Jiang Shu suddenly suggested, "Dad, how about we go out for dinner tonight?"

Jiang Yimin nodded. He just didn't feel like cooking today. "Sure, what do you want to eat?"

"Bobo Chicken!"

Fu Wanying thought for a moment and said, "Then let's go to Grandma Ye's house? Their food is better."

"Uh-huh!"

Jiang Shu had no objection as to where to eat. He mainly wanted to complete the task, and he didn't know if he could get stuck in the system bug.

After deciding what to have for dinner, the old couple took their two children and hailed a No. 3 bus on the side of the road, heading towards Grandma Ye’s house.

Today, Grandma Ye’s Bobo Chicken is just a small store, and is totally incomparable to the franchised chain stores of later generations. However, since it can be named the most authentic Bobo Chicken in Jiazhou and has been open for forty or fifty years, the taste must be impeccable.

Many people, including Jiang Shu himself, grew up eating Bobo Chicken from Grandma Ye's family.

Ten minutes later, when the family of four arrived at the store, they saw that there were already quite a few people gathered around a small table, eating on the side of the road.

Jiang Shu habitually glanced at the price list. In 2005, a string of Bobo chicken only cost 3 cents. By 2038, the price of a string had risen to 2 yuan. The rapid rise in prices also shows that people's living standards have improved. Otherwise, who could afford to eat it?
The family of four then gathered around a small square table, on which was a stainless steel bowl filled with chicken skin, chicken, chicken wings, chicken offal and a variety of seasonal vegetarian dishes, all soaked in delicious sesame red oil made from chicken bones.

Diners can take the skewers they want, and the payment will be based on the number of bamboo sticks.

Jiang Shu ate a string of lettuce tips covered with red oil, and his mouth was filled with the spicy and fragrant taste of his childhood. It was much more delicious than in later generations when it was so popular that one had to queue up if one wanted to eat it.

Jiang Yimin also ordered an extra serving of steamed dumplings and steamed buns. When he was almost done eating, he finally paid the bill and found that he had spent less than 30 yuan.

Jiang Shu couldn't help but sigh at how low prices were in 2005. Unfortunately, with the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation and the rapid development of economic construction, the era of high quality and low prices will never return.

After returning home, Jiang Shu took another look at the system.

Still no new message was received, which meant that the mission was not completed. It seemed that the key to completing the mission was not just to accompany Zhong Yaoyao to a roadside stall, but also to think of other ways.

……

(There is one more chapter. My wife has had severe pregnancy reactions recently, so I don’t have much time to write. Please forgive me, gentlemen.)

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