I asked you to take your sister to school, and you fell in love with the teacher.

At twelve o'clock noon, Zhang Mengqing came back from school with her two sisters.

As they entered the house, Teacher Zhang smiled and joked: "The house smells so good. It seems that Chef Jiang made a lot of delicious dishes today?"

"Not too much, just simple, four dishes and one soup."

Jiang Ning untied her apron, looked at the three girls in the living room and said: "Big beauty, little beauty, go wash your hands quickly, you can eat soon."

After saying this, Jiang Wan took Zhang Jinqing's hand, and the two girls walked towards the bathroom one after the other.

Jiang Wan's chirping voice gradually faded away, she hummed a light tune, and it seemed that she was in a good mood today.

Zhang Jinqing followed her good friend silently. She was still a little transparent with no sense of existence.

Zhang Mengqing went to the kitchen to wash her hands, and then helped Jiang Ning to serve the dishes and prepare the bowls and chopsticks.

Soon, the four of them sat around the dining table, with four steaming dishes and a soup in front of them, and washed black grapes next to them.

So far, Zhang Mengqing has only eaten the brown sugar glutinous rice cake made by Jiang Ning.

It can be said that this is the first time she has officially eaten the food made by Jiang Ning.

As of now, the appearance and fragrance of these dishes are all acceptable, but I don’t know how they taste.

Zhang Mengqing picked up a piece of homemade tofu and tasted it carefully. She ate slowly and quietly.

"How does it taste?" Jiang Ning asked with concern.

"Delicious!" Zhang Mengqing nodded vigorously to give approval.

"You can consider opening a restaurant later. I've already thought of a name for you. Let's call it Jiang Dachu Dingguagua!"

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "I don't care about opening a restaurant with my mediocre skills. As long as you think it tastes good, it's fine."

"Eat more vegetables, especially this chicken soup. I cooked it for the whole morning."

He paused and looked at Jiang Wan and Zhang Jinqing: "You two sisters should also eat more vegetables. You are responsible for studying in school, and I am responsible for raising you to be white and fat."

"I think white is okay, but fat is not necessary, brother." Jiang Wan blinked and replied playfully.

Jiang Ning glanced at his sister and said, "Since you have said so, then don't eat the oil residue."

Fried green beans with oil residue is a dish that Jiang Wan likes to eat. It can be said that every time this dish appears on the table, the brother and sister will fight for the ownership of the last piece of oil residue.

Now that Jiang Wan said that he was afraid of getting fat, Jiang Ning could only reluctantly accept the ownership of the oil residue.

"No, I still have to eat the oil residue!" Jiang Wan kept shaking his head.

"Aren't you afraid of getting fat?"

"I'm not getting fat, I'm so cute!" Jiang Wan put his hands on his hips and answered confidently.

......

After lunch, there was still more than an hour of break before the afternoon class, and Jiang Wan and Zhang Jinqing decided to go back to their respective rooms for a nap during this period.

"Both sisters are taking a nap, don't you want to sleep for a while?" Jiang Ning sat next to Zhang Mengqing and asked casually.

"No." Zhang Mengqing shook her head: "I don't have the habit of taking a nap."

Teacher Zhang gets up early and goes to bed late every day. She doesn't need to sleep at noon to make up for her condition. She is still energetic in the afternoon and evening. She is simply a role model for our generation.

"What do you usually do during this time at noon?" Jiang Ning asked again.

Zhang Mengqing thought for a while and answered: "Make courseware, recite lesson plans, correct homework..."

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Zhang." Jiang Ning stretched out his hands to help Zhang Mengqing massage her shoulders and back.

He thought to himself, no wonder many people say that they killed pigs in their previous life and teach in this life.

It is really not easy to be a teacher these days, especially to be a class teacher, the burden is heavier and more difficult.

"Actually it's okay, just a little bit hard at the beginning, slowly I got used to it." Zhang Mengqing responded lightly.

"But it is true that it is difficult to stick to the teaching profession. Many of my college classmates chose to change careers after graduation."

"Have your roommates changed careers too?" Jiang Ning asked again.

He wanted to know about Zhang Mengqing's roommates in advance, after all, knowing yourself and the enemy will win every battle.

Only when it comes to Teacher Zhang's birthday can he better deal with the girlfriends group.

But there is one thing Jiang Ning can be sure of, that is, Qin Qiu has definitely changed careers.

Qin Qiu is not a teacher, she doesn't even have a job.

"I don't know either, I haven't heard them mention it." Zhang Mengqing shook her head.

"Wait until the 16th, and you will know when you meet and chat."

Talking about college roommates, Zhang Mengqing seemed to suddenly remember something

, and then said: "Oh, by the way, my roommates and I have an appointment to meet at Times Square on the afternoon of the 16th."

"Let's go sing together, and then have dinner together in the evening. What do you think?"

Jiang Ning nodded: "Sure, I'm always available."

He thought for a while and then said: "When the 16th comes, I have to dress up. After all, I'm going to meet your friends, and I can't embarrass you."

"No need to be so formal, just be the same as usual." Zhang Meng smiled and shook her head.

"But..."

Zhang Mengmeng stretched out her hands to hold Jiang Ning's face, and observed it carefully for a long time: "I feel that your face is too dry, let me do a facial care for you."

"Facial care?" Jiang Ning was stunned.

Isn't this kind of facial care done by girls?

A man like him also has to do it?

Zhang Mengqing took out a set of skin care products from the bedroom, and then said to Jiang Ning: "Go wash your face first, remember to use facial cleanser!"

"Oh oh..."

Jiang Ning obediently followed Zhang Mengqing's instructions.

"Then what?"

Zhang Mengqing patted the sofa: "Then lie down, leave the rest to me!"

Jiang Ning adjusted his posture and lay comfortably on the sofa, with Zhang Mengqing's tight and elastic long legs as his pillow.

Then, Zhang Mengqing squeezed the skin care products into the palm of his hand and gently applied them on Jiang Ning's face.

Jiang Ning felt cool and itchy on his face, and more of an indescribable sense of comfort.

It turns out that facial care is such an experience, except for comfort.

This made Jiang Ning involuntarily think of his childhood, when his sister just went to kindergarten, he offered a reward of one dollar and asked his sister to give him a back massage.

Facial care and massage are two different kinds of comfort, but both can make people drowsy.

A wave of sleepiness came over Jiang Ning, he slowly closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

"Jiang Ning, how do you feel..." Zhang Mengqing was about to speak, when she suddenly found that Jiang Ning was breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.

She quickly closed her mouth, carefully took out her mobile phone from her pocket, pointed the camera at herself and Jiang Ning who was sleeping on her legs, and took this special photo.

Teacher Zhang was worried that she would wake Jiang Ning up by moving around, so she kept the same sitting posture throughout the afternoon.