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

After the two of them had a chance to buy vegetables, they used the same bargaining method to buy vegetables in the vegetable market.

Jiang Ning bought pork and beef, and planned to make dumplings with pork and cabbage and beef and green onion fillings today.

After buying the meat filling, you need dumpling skins. In the north, people make dumplings by kneading dough and rolling skins at home, while in the south, people buy ready-made dumpling skins in the market.

This ready-made dumpling skin is still in bags, two yuan a bag, and it feels like holding a pagoda in your hand.

Now that the ingredients have been bought, the next step is to go home and make dumplings.

"Jiangning, I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes!"

On the way back, Zhang Meng pointed to a roadside stall not far away.

There were big sweet potatoes in the boiler, and their skin was black and hard after being roasted by charcoal fire, like a layer of hard armor.

"Okay, wait for me here."

Jiang Ning walked quickly to the vendor, and the two had a brief exchange, and soon took out a roasted sweet potato from the boiler.

The sweet potatoes roasted by charcoal fire have a unique sweetness, which is incomparable to other methods.

Especially peeling off the charred shell little by little to reveal the tender potato flesh inside, it is simply a healing moment for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The sweet potatoes just out of the oven are still a little hot, Jiang Ning switched back and forth with both hands, and then handed the peeled sweet potatoes to Zhang Mengqing.

He watched Teacher Zhang taste a small bite of the roasted sweet potato, and asked curiously: "Is it sweet?"

"Try it!"

Teacher Zhang generously gave his roasted sweet potato to Jiang Ning to share.

"Then I'll take a bite, a small bite."

After Jiang Ning finished speaking, he opened his mouth wide, looking like he was going to eat the whole sweet potato in one bite.

In fact, he was just teasing Zhang Mengqing on purpose. He found it very interesting to see Teacher Zhang pouting and losing her happiness.

"Look at how stingy you are. I won't eat your roasted sweet potato."

Jiang Ning finally didn't move his mouth and returned the roasted sweet potato to Zhang Mengqing.

"Eat it, eat it quickly!" Zhang Mengqing urged.

"Don't eat it, don't eat it. You're reluctant to give me the sweet potato."

"I'm not reluctant." Zhang Mengqing shook his head.

"I'm worried that you'll burn your mouth if you eat so much in one bite."

"You should be nice to my baby and don't bully him."

Jiang Ning was slightly stunned: "I didn't bully the sweet potato either."

"I'm talking to the sweet potato, not to you." Zhang Mengqing answered seriously.

Jiang Ning didn't expect that Teacher Zhang had such a cute little girl side, so he cooperated and said: "What about sweet potatoes?"

Zhang Mengqing looked at Jiang Ning with caring eyes, and said word by word: "Sweet potatoes are not human beings, they can't speak."

Jiang Ning:......

He used to think that walking the longest road was a routine of the school.

Now this sentence needs to be changed. Walking the longest road is a routine of girlfriends.

Teacher Zhang must be deliberately setting a trap for him to retaliate against the word "stingy" he just said.

It seems that she is really stingy! Jiang Ning is not allowed to say a single bad word.

Of course, Jiang Ning only dared to think about these words in his heart, and he certainly didn't dare to say them in front of Zhang Mengqing.

Every qualified boyfriend has a trait, that is, a full desire to survive.

After that, Jiang Ning still tasted a bite of roasted sweet potato.

It was still the taste of childhood, and it tasted as sweet as honey.

"When I was a kid, I loved eating roasted sweet potatoes. I thought they were sweet and fragrant, and the most delicious thing in the world."

Zhang Mengqing put his hands behind his back and took brisk steps.

"I still remember that I told my mother that I didn't want to go to school anymore. I wanted to roast sweet potatoes and make the most delicious sweet potatoes in the world!"

"Then what did your aunt say?" Jiang Ning asked curiously.

"My mother asked me to see whether roasting sweet potatoes was harder or going to school was harder, and then she asked a friend to get me a boiler for roasting sweet potatoes."

"I roasted sweet potatoes for a week in a row. Seeing that everyone liked to eat the roasted sweet potatoes I made, I was quite happy. This was much happier than going to school."

"Then my mother was unhappy, and she returned the boiler overnight and sent me back to school."

"The emperor died halfway through his career." Jiang Ning sighed.

Zhang Mengqing nodded: "Who said it wasn't."

"If I cried and shouted to roast sweet potatoes at that time, I wouldn't be a teacher now."

Jiang Ning then started to imagine

"If I hadn't run away with the bucket, I would have been at the construction site now, and I wouldn't have met you."

"I always believe that everything that's happening now is God's best arrangement."

"Hehe, is this also the best arrangement?"

Zhang Mengqing stretched out her palm and flexibly got into Jiang Ning's clothes from the back, bypassing the sweater and warm clothes, and finally accurately stuck to his back.

Her palm was icy cold, and Jiang Ning couldn't help shivering all over.

"It's also the best arrangement, I think." Jiang Ning tried to make himself look calm as much as possible.

"Why?" Teacher Zhang tilted her head, puzzled.

"Because I will return the favor in the same way."

After the words fell, Zhang Mengqing's pretty face flushed. What kind of wolfish words were these, and they were in public.

She subconsciously looked around and made sure that there was no one around, so she felt a little relieved.

Zhang Mengqing retracted her gaze and noticed Jiang Ning's smirk. She immediately dodged his gaze and muttered, "Rogue."

She stretched out her hand and pinched Jiang Ning's waist hard: "Do you know you are wrong?"

"Wrong, wrong." Jiang Ning instantly put on a mask of pain.

What about the gentleman who talks and does not fight?

Well, let's not let Teacher Zhang talk, that would be more dangerous.

Zhang Meng snorted: "Where is the mistake?"

"What do you mean by that? Can't I admit my mistakes if I am not wrong?" Jiang Ning asked back.

Learning to admit mistakes is a compulsory course for boyfriends, no doubt about it.