As soon as Qian Yulan sat down, she hurriedly filled her eldest daughter with a bowl of soup, saying that she was drinking soup, but as soon as she stretched out her chopsticks, she sandwiched three large pork ribs into Jiang Jiayin's bowl, and the soup was suddenly full of soup.

When chopping pork ribs, Qian Yulan played a cautious eye, specially chopped a few pieces of meat, and when it was served, she even put more bones at Jiang Yi's end, so that all the good ones could be picked for Jiang Jiayin to eat.

In total, there was not much stew, and a few big pieces were sandwiched away, and Qian Yulan quickly sandwiched another piece by herself, and she couldn't look at Qing Lingling's ribs in the soup basin.

As soon as Jiang Jianjun picked up his chopsticks, he frowned.

Qian Yulan noticed her husband's eyes, and hurriedly sandwiched a piece of meat for him, and then explained: "Jiayin has more than a week to take the monthly exam, I came out to the toilet last night, and saw that this child was still reading at eleven o'clock, Jianjun, look, has Jiayin lost weight recently?" ”

Jiang Jianjun couldn't blame her anymore when he heard it, and hurriedly instructed his eldest daughter: "Jiayin eats more meat to make up for it, and besides, hard work is a good thing, but you can't stay up too late, you are growing up now, you must combine work and rest." ”

"I know, don't worry, Dad, I just want to not embarrass you and Mom, I definitely have to get a good score in this monthly exam."

Jiang Jiayin looked at the sharp ribs piled up in the bowl and said in a good mood.

"Well, it's good to know."

Jiang Jianjun listened with great satisfaction.

He has never been too worried about his eldest daughter's grades, as long as the girl can maintain her previous ranking in high school, and in the end, even if she can't get into a good university in the college entrance examination, there is still hope for a junior college.

Jiang Jianjun never thought that his eldest daughter would not be admitted to a junior college, probably because Jiang Jiayin has always been very good and conspicuous to the outside world, which gave him this confidence.

After a word of concern, Jiang Jianjun lowered his head and gnawed on the ribs.

No one thought that Jiang Yi also had to take the monthly exam, and compared to Jiang Jiayin, she was still a student who was about to take the high school entrance examination.

Jiang Yi didn't care, she put a piece of pork ribs in the soup and gnawed it slowly, whether it was pork ribs or chicken, she actually didn't like to eat all the meat, she felt too tired.

Jiang Jiayin raised her eyes and saw that Jiang Yi ate less pork ribs and more bones, and the corners of her mouth suddenly curled up proudly.

What if she can publish an article, in this family, good meat can only be eaten for her, can the dead girl write that fooling people article can still be exchanged for meat to eat?

Wait, article for meat?

Jiang Jiayin's mind moved, her eyes rolled, and she said in a cheerful tone: "Parents, you don't know yet, Xiaoman has published an article." ”

Jiang Yi was stunned when he heard the chopsticks in his hand.

Qian Yulan didn't react much when she heard this, she looked at the little shredded meat in the fried shredded potatoes, carefully picked them out and put them all in the eldest daughter's bowl, and then pouted.

"What's so strange, good news, your article at the end of last semester was also posted on the back panel of the classroom."

After speaking, he glared at Jiang Yi.

The dead girl is getting more and more unaware of how many pounds and taels she has, what is there to show off when she publishes a broken article, see what she can.

Jiang Jiayin's smile froze, she didn't expect her mother to have such a misunderstanding because of her low culture.

Especially compared with the article published by Jiang Yi in such a good magazine, which made her feel extremely humiliated.

But soon Jiang Jiayin adjusted his mood.

Putting on a smiling face again, but the bottom of his eyes was gloomy, Jiang Jiayin seemed to be very curious and said: "It's not that kind, it's published in a magazine, and I heard that there is a manuscript fee for published articles, Xiaoman, haven't you paid for your manuscript yet?" ”