In the end, the two violent teenagers were sentenced to one year in prison for provoking trouble.

After Ouyang learned the news, he showed a rare clear smile on his face.

Jiang Tang thought the sentence was very good. Since their parents let it go, let the law teach us how to be a human being.

One day before Children's Day, Jiang Tang received a notice from the teacher in the parent group that in addition to children, adults should also participate in the activities of the charity sale. The content is to make pastries with the children. The prepared pastries can be sold at the charity sale. The first one sold out can get a small gift from the school.

There are definitely few parents who do such activities honestly, and most of them choose to go out to buy them, but Jiang Tang is a real person. The next moment he received the notice, he went out to buy the materials.

The butter cake is quite difficult and not easy to take. Jiang Tang decided to bake small biscuits, which is easy to carry and easy to carry.

After the preparations were complete, Jiang Tang called the three children to help.

Qianqian was only three years old and could not reach the stove. She could only sit on a small stool and be a "food judge". Liang Shen was even more unreliable. Jiang Tang thought about it and gave him a job of kneading. The rest of the first year of the junior high school guided Jiang Tang to complete the work of baking biscuits.

"Mom, can you bake?" Liang Shen was a little impatient when he saw that Jiang Tang didn't move for a long time.

"Yes." She looked confident. Isn't it just baking biscuits? What can I do if I don't know!

The first step was to beat butter. Jiang Tang handed the task to Liang Shen, then added eggs and flour, and mixed cream in the process.

She looked at the recipe and made it step by step. The child had never been in the kitchen. This experience was also novel. After a busy hour, the cookies finally came out of the oven.

Several pairs of eyes stared at the oven excitedly, especially Liang Shen, and involuntarily slutted several saliva.

Jiang Tang was wearing gloves and took out the baked biscuits nervously, but when he saw the stuff, the few people were silent.

The dough was mixed together, yellow and messy, with a strange oily light on the surface, and the original shape of the rabbit was not visible at all.

Qianqian raised her head: "Mom, like a dad."

Jiang Tang: "..."

She obviously did it according to the steps!! Could it be... too much cream???

"It's okay, let's try again."

Jiang Tang cheered up for his child and prepared the ingredients for the second time.

She felt that her cooking skills had increased. The reason why she made a mistake last time must be just an accident. Only she devoted her efforts to make delicious rabbit-shaped cookies!!

However--

The little rabbit has a shape, but it is just... a ball of black rabbits.

Qianqian picked up the chopsticks and poked them hard, but the thread did not move at all.

The little guy raised his head: "Mom, I'm confused."

“…”

This is not a mess, it is clearly burned into charcoal!!!

Jiang Tang mottled her teeth and came for the third time without giving up.

The first two failures must be because the details are not good enough. They all say that they will never repeat and repeat, and the third time will definitely be successful!!

But--

The little rabbit has a shape. Although it is a bit burnt, it can be seen with just a bit.

that is--

After taking a bite, Chu Yi put down his chopsticks and poured two large glasses of water silently. He touched his mouth: "It's delicious, but it's a bit salty."

salty……?

Jiang Tang picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, and his throat was instantly salty.

She hurriedly spit it out, rinsed her mouth with the faucet, and cried: "I put the wrong salt..."

Several children looked at Jiang Tang together.

Finally Liang Shen blinked: "Mom, let dad's cook come over and make it. The little cookies roasted by Giles are super delicious, suck..."

"Go and go, it must be yours that influence my performance. Go out and go out." Jiang Tang was dissatisfied and rushed them all out of the kitchen.

Qianqian bulged his cheeks and shook his head helplessly: "Woman..."

Liang Shen patted his sister's little head and said, "Qianqian, you must work hard to make money in the future, otherwise you will go to the kitchen every day like your mother."

Not delicious yet.

When it was almost dark, Jiang Tang, who had been busy in the kitchen for a day, finally made a small biscuit that she could see. She brought out a small butter and couldn't wait to taste it for the children.

The shape of the small biscuits is very cute, including a little rabbit, a little pig, and a short favorite kitten. The surface is slightly burnt, so I can't see anything for the time being.

I picked up a piece in my mouth and tasted it carefully. As I chewed it, I creaked it, like an egg shell...

He raised his eyes and saw a dark red on the back of Jiang Tang's hand, frowned slightly, "Mom, what's wrong with your hand?"

Jiang Tang lowered her eyes and said without caring, "I didn't pay attention to it, it won't get in the way."

"Mom, there is… in this cookie.”

"This cookie is delicious," he said suddenly, interrupting his brother.

After eating the too sweet biscuit in two bites on the first and third grades of the lunar calendar, I picked up the second piece: "There will definitely be many people buying it tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Yeah." He nodded vigorously, "Really."

After saying that, his elbow gently hit his brother's arm.

Liang Shen tilted his head and found out after a long time, and then said, "Mom, it's delicious!"

After getting feedback from the children, Jiang Tang breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the kitchen to pack the small biscuits into the box.

The next day, Jiang Tang took a few children to Xingfu Primary School.

The stalls have been set up on the playground, some are prepared by the school, and some are organized by parents themselves. The first day of the junior high school brought several books, and Liang Shen and Liang Qian were preparing to sell the small toys they didn't play with.

After choosing a position in the middle, Jiang Tang put the things on the table.

"Dad isn't coming?"

Jiang Tang touched the little head of Chu 1: "He said he would be a little late."

"Yeah." Chu Li nodded and sorted out the books and picture albums in a planned manner.

Why isn't it hot now? The simple shed above your head covers the sun and is cool.

Jiang Tang opened a small box of biscuits to try it out, put the rest neatly, and then waited for the guests to come.

Soon, more people were coming from the school.

"First year of junior high school!"

Jiang Tang looked up and saw that it was Ouyang.

"Are you in good health?"

Because of his injury before, Ouyang's grandmother asked him for a week's leave, but she didn't expect that he would come to school so soon.

"Okay, I'll be able to come to school on Monday." The wound on his face had scabbed, and he was in much better condition than when he was hospitalized.

"Wow, it's a little cookie."

"Try it." Jiang Tang gave him a piece to his mouth.

Ouyang Xizi took it, and when he took a breath, his expression suddenly changed.

This is also...

Is it too sweet?

He couldn't help but glance at Chu Yi, and the other party shook his eyebrows, and Ouyang instantly understood the meaning.

"It's delicious, my sister feels so good."

Jiang Tang smiled: "I'm still worried that it will be too sweet, just like it."

She looked behind Ouyang, empty, and couldn't help but ask: "Yang Yang came here alone?"

Ouyang nodded with a good look on his face: "Grandma has worked hard to take care of me. I had a fever this morning, so I asked her to see her for a rest at home."

As he said that, he walked to the empty stall next to him and took out a few wrinkled books from his schoolbag, and a few pages of story books were missing.

Jiang Tang couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

I clearly need help the most, but I still have to work hard to participate in the charity sale.

"Qianqian." Jiang Tang bent over and leaned over to the little girl's ear, took out a fifty-year-old piece from her wallet and handed it over, "You go and buy Brother Ouyang's things."

Qianqian blinked: "Why don't mom go?"

"Mom wants to guard the stall, you go."

Qianqian took the banknote: "Okay then."

She walked around the stall and came to Ouyang.

The scorching sun was like fire. She wore this floral long skirt, and the small crown hairpin on her head reflected a light warm light.
To be continued...