After solving this problem easily, Lu Miao planned to buy a pickled pepper chicken feet to eat secretly after class.

As soon as the school bell rang, Lu Miao, who was sick, walked at the front of the main force going home.

Thinking of the hot and sour taste of pickled chicken feet, even her limp legs felt strong.

The classmates watched in horror. Lu Miao, who had dull eyes and a pale face, was carrying her schoolbag that was not tightly closed, and her legs were dabbling fast.

Before arriving at the milk tea shop, Lu Miao followed her breath with difficulty and slapped the money on the counter.

"Boss, I want a pickled chicken feet!"

"It's sold out." The kind old grandmother said to her with a smile.

"Ah?" Despair filled the empty eyes, Lu Miao grimaced, and reluctantly confirmed to her: "Is there a whole jar left? I'll just buy one!"

"Buy it all for people, with the jar attached," the old grandmother comforted, "buy it again next time, and I'll make some in a few days."

Lu Miao returned home in despair.

It was meal time, and the people in the small building were lively and lively.

She looked up to the second floor, the window was open.

My mother was cooking, she poured chopped green onion into the pot and fry it cracklingly.

My own home is also lit with the same warm light as other people's homes.

Forget it, Lu Miao thought: I haven't eaten the pickled chicken feet. I'll try it next time. I have dishes made by my mother.

Thinking of this, the frustration on her face has dissipated a lot.

Lu Yongfei was not at home, and Jiang Haoyue came back later than Lu Miao as usual.

After entering the house, Lu Miao ran all the way to the dining room. There are hot dishes on the table, but because the chairs are all empty, it looks a bit empty.

"I'm back!"

She shouted cheerfully in the direction of the kitchen with a loud voice.

"Mom, what are you cooking?"

The range hood rumbled, and Lin Wenfang replied, "Fried vegetables."

"You want to eat...I'll put it on your table..."

Lu Miao didn't understand what she said.

When she went back to the room to put her schoolbag, she saw it - a whole can of pickled chicken feet, placed on her desk.

She didn't buy it at the milk tea shop just now.

The old grandmother told her that they were all bought.

It turned out that her mother bought it for her.

Lu Miao picked up the jar, walked into the kitchen, and walked to her mother's side.

"Mom." She barked like a kitten, her voice soft and thin.

Lin Wenfang held the spatula and rolled her eyes at her: "Hey, how old are you, why do you only look for mother to act like a spoiled child all day?"

"Why did you buy this?" Lu Miao shook the jar of chicken feet with pickled peppers.

"Don't you want to eat it?" She answered flatly: "I don't have much money. I bought food when I saw it when I got home."

"I, I can't eat when I'm sick..." Lu Miao said this, and felt that she was cheap and behaved well: "At most, I'll eat one or two, so why do you buy so much."

Lin Wenfang looked at her in surprise: "Is this my daughter? Do you still know that you can't eat when you're sick?"

"Yeah!" Lu Miao responded obediently.

She glanced at her mother out of the corner of the eye with a silly expression on her face.

Lin Wenfang was amused by her.

"It's not for you to eat it all in one day, you have to put it in the refrigerator and eat it slowly; before the cold is cured, you are allowed to eat up to two a day. If it's too spicy, rinse it with plain water before eating."

Lu Miao circled her jar of pickled chicken feet and nodded, "Okay!"

Actually...

In fact, Lu Miao knew a little bit that Dad was not on a business trip.

Then she felt a little scared in her heart.

However, she wanted to...

How could dad leave mom? Mom is such a good mom.

Chapter 40 Candid Photography

Lu Miao did not pass the monthly exam this time.

She could find many reasons for her failure to take the test: she was sick before; Jiang Haoyue didn't tutor her; her parents quarreled. However, if you don't pass the test, you don't pass the test well. In the words of the teacher - the college entrance examination paper will not write that you have any difficulties, and only the scores you get will appear.

The monthly exam papers need to be signed by parents.

This embarrassing score must be made known to the parents... But when the parents know, they must not be happy.

Lu Miao thought for a while, what kind of scene would that be.

"I said earlier that I would enroll my daughter in a remedial class", "She is under a lot of pressure in the second year of high school"; "Look at Xiaojiang's tutoring all day long and she has not improved, is the tutoring useful?" "The tutors are professional"; " Can you ignore hearsay and see what time your daughter goes to bed every night", "It's all your fault for being used to her, stress is also motivation, what's wrong with more stress"...

The corner of the test paper was crumpled by her, Lu Miao sighed and stuffed it into the depths of her schoolbag.

There is no other way. After school, she waits for the only way to go home at No. 1 Middle School in the city.

It was not the first time that she did not dare to sign for the parents because the exam papers were so poor. The solution in the past was - Jiang Haoyue helped her sign.

His handwriting is beautiful, let him sign, or let him imitate his parents' handwriting, the teacher can pass the test.

Besides, Lu Miao also had a clear conscience, Jiang Haoyue was indeed half her parent.

When he saw her exam papers, although he would not scold her, he would increase her homework. Lu Miao's shortcomings in learning are similar to her own personality: she will not be flexible. I wrote down the formula and the solution to the wrong question, but when she encountered a new question type, she fell into confusion again. Jiang Haoyue tested many methods, and in the end, the sea-question tactics were the most suitable for Lu Miao.

Since the "quarrel" with him that time, Lu Miao has always had a lump in her heart. She had not spoken to Jiang Haoyue seriously for several days.