After three games, Tao Xinyi smiled as promised, but there was no smile in her eyes, but loneliness and disappointment.

Lu Ming thought about the rock-paper-scissors just now, his expression was a little dull, and his mouth opened and closed several times.

He really wanted to ask Tao Xinyi if she had a crush on him back then.

But, what should I do after asking?

If Tao Xinyi really says she likes herself, what should she do?

Do you want to be Tao Xinyi's boyfriend and fall in love prematurely?

Lu Ming couldn't understand and didn't dare to ask further. He pretended to pick up the pen and continued to answer the questions. It was impossible to say that he really didn't like Tao Xinyi, but he was too young, so he didn't mention it for now.

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Maybe, I just thought too much...

At dusk, after school, Lu Ming was leaning against the billboard at the station with his schoolbag on his back, waiting for the bus. Tao Xinyi's figure flashed through his mind from time to time.

Perhaps out of thought, Tao Xinyi took the hand of her little sister Lin Xuan and walked down the long slope. She caught a glimpse of him and said hello to him.

Seeing this, Lu Ming giggled and waved to her. The evening breeze blew her long hair, and the sunset dyed her cheeks red.

Suddenly, Lu Ming felt that his heart was burned, as if it was set on fire, and his hands were a little numb.

Lu Ming's reverie was interrupted by the arrival announcement of the bus. He followed the crowd onto the bus and shouted in the direction of Tao Xinyi: "Let's see you tomorrow!"

Tao Xin's hand stopped in mid-air and stood there blankly, being teased by Lin Xuan for a long time.

During the day, Lu Ming found a dozen yuan in his pocket, which he probably saved as pocket money. He got off the car and went to the vegetable market near the community to buy some vegetables and radishes, and cut half a catty of pork.

In his previous life, Lu Ming always waited for his mother to come home before cooking. Even if his mother was working in sales, she would not get home until after 7pm.

As for Lu Ming's father, he drove a taxi. He could earn more by driving a few more hours at night, but he couldn't come back before ten o'clock every day. When he was a child, Lu Ming's father, Lu Guofu, drove a nightclub in order to provide Lu Ming with hobby classes.

However, in the end, the price of the hobby class increased, and Lu Guofu couldn't afford it even after working late at night, and the painting he originally learned was in vain.

After Lu Ming graduated from graduate school and joined a big factory to make money, he came home from get off work at night and was so tired that he didn't even want to move. Sometimes he was not interested in electronic impotence games.

This is a mental activity for him, which is relatively easy, and he can still catch fish. Jobs like his parents can only be harder.

Now that I am reborn, I will cook for my parents. After all, I will be the first to go home.

Their house was not big, with two bedrooms and one living room. After Lu Ming entered the door, he swept the floor, washed the rice, put it in the rice cooker and sulked, turned on his phone and played a brisk BGM for himself, then turned and entered the kitchen.<

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Originally, Lu Ming couldn't cook. At that time, he thought that he would just find a girlfriend who could cook. A good man would never cook.

But they broke up after falling in love. He thought about finding a wife, but he didn't find the right one.

But his mother was worried that he would not be able to eat well in the big city, so she forced him to learn cooking when he returned home during the Chinese New Year.

Lu Ming also knew that his mother was doing it for his own good, and in the end he was able to cook a few qualified home-cooked dishes. Only those who can cook are good men.

He cut the lean meat into strips, marinated it randomly with starch, washed and cut the cabbage he bought, cut a few green garlic sprouts, processed some onions, ginger and garlic, then washed his hands and gave his mother Meng Ruohua a shot

phone number.

"Mom, what time will you get home?"

"About 7:20 or so. If you're hungry, have some snacks. I'm stuck in traffic here."

"Well, I'm not hungry. I'll cook today. You just go home and don't buy groceries."

"You know how to cook? If you do poorly in the exam, you're not going to pass, right? I'm telling you, you have to get your grades now in the third year of junior high school. Should I scold you, you will still scold me!"

"Mom, I didn't. I just made a meal. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Ming hung up the phone, not wanting to listen to Ms. Meng's endless nagging.

It is now 6:13, and the two dishes can be fried in ten minutes. Lu Ming took out his physics exercise book and started writing.

Rebirth is not as lofty as in the book, nor is it easy to stir up troubles. He has to continue to do the homework he needs to do, and he has to work hard for the high school entrance examination he needs to prepare for.

He has forgotten a lot of knowledge points and needs to study again so that his parents will not get angry when they look at his report card for the next exam.

At this time, the Internet is still very popular, and as an old programmer, I should also take this ride.

But there is no rush for this. The most important thing for him at the moment is to study quickly and make up for the forgotten knowledge points.

Lu Ming felt that these physics problems were really difficult. It wasn't that they were difficult, but that he had even forgotten all the formulas, so how could he write them down?

In desperation, Lu Ming had to dig out the textbook and study it again.

It was almost seven o'clock, and he had barely finished half of his physics homework, not to mention the homework for other classes. It was just homework. If he couldn't finish studying or writing today, he would just ask Tao Xinyi to copy it tomorrow.

Estimating the time, Lu Ming stopped writing, went into the kitchen and skillfully turned on the range hood. The sound of "crackling" cooking sounded, and the aroma escaped from the pot.

When he brought the two dishes to the table, Meng Ruohua knocked on the door.

With a "click" sound, Lu Ming turned the doorknob and pushed open the door. He saw Meng Ruohua looking at him tiredly, her shoulder-length hair slightly messy, and her youthful beauty could be vaguely seen between her eyebrows, with two nasolabial lines on her face.

The powder stuck everywhere is obvious.

When he was twenty-eight years old, Meng Ruohua was fifty-two years old and had a lot of gray hair on his head. It might be due to too much hard work in his youth, which made him very old.

Seeing Meng Ruohua, who was now thirty-eight years old, Lu Ming's nose felt sour: "Mom, it's time to eat."

With that said, Lu Ming went into the kitchen and set out the dishes.

Seeing Lu Ming's sensible appearance, Meng Ruohua felt alarm bells ringing in her heart, but her hungry stomach was attracted by the fried cabbage and fried pork with green garlic, so she sat down and ate the moderately soft rice.

"Do you want a new mobile phone?"

"No, I'm hungry every day because I have to wait for food. From now on, I'll cook. Anyway, I'll take a break when I'm tired from studying."

"Okay, it seems that you have grown up, but cooking is secondary. The most important thing for you now is to improve your grades. Look at your deskmate Tao Xinyi, how amazing that girl is, learn from her.

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Hearing Tao Xinyi's name, Lu Ming felt a little unnatural for a moment, and quickly changed the subject: "Mom, do you trade in stocks?"

"What kind of stocks are you speculating in? That's gambling. I have a classmate who is still in business. He lost millions by speculating in stocks!"

After being rejected by Meng Ruohua, Lu Ming did not give up. At this stage, stock trading is the fastest way he can think of to improve his family's conditions.

But it is also a double-edged sword. As long as the gap between stock trading is opened, it will be difficult for him to completely control the content of his parents' stock trading.

If my parents bought a junk stock behind my back, maybe they could pay for the house.
Chapter completed!