After a long time, Jiang Yi still mustered up the courage to ask:

"What did you say about the post office, how did they agree to help me keep it secret?"

"Just say it."

Zhou Tingyuan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and when he saw the little girl's eyes widening and looking at him with curiosity, he said with a serious face, "I'll just tell them, this is Jiang Xiaoman's money, don't let others know, do you hear?" And they agreed. ”

"You talk nonsense!"

Jiang Yi was so angry that he wanted to do it again.

Of course, thinking that Zhou Tingyuan kicked He Gaofeng and couldn't stand up when he knelt down, Jiang Yi still held back very sensibly.

"Okay, let's go back to school quickly, why do you ask so much, if you want to thank me, it's a big deal that you owe me one more meal, I think soon your two hands will be insufficient to count, right?" Seeing Jiang Yi's big eyes and round appearance, Zhou Tingyuan was in a good mood and chuckled.

"Who wants to thank you!" Jiang Yi exhaled.

But he didn't ask again, what Zhou Tingyuan didn't want to say should be what he couldn't say.

Remembering to wait for Zhou Tingyuan's news, when he returned to school in the afternoon, Teacher Yan came to Jiang Yi to ask about the printing of the scroll, but Jiang Yi was not in a hurry this time.

The closer to the monthly exam, the more nervous the teachers and students, including Mr. Yan, became, if it weren't for Jiang Yi's previous constant waiting, Yan Yunlai didn't know that she was waiting for the manuscript fee, but thought that the paper had not yet been released, and Yan Yunlai couldn't wait to directly contribute his own salary.

As a result, he hurriedly ran over, thinking that printing the scroll would be busy for a few days, and he had to start quickly, but he didn't expect Jiang Yi to say calmly after hearing it: "Wait another day, maybe the scroll will arrive directly tomorrow morning." ”

"What?"

Yan Yunlai was stunned by this answer.

Early the next morning, Jiang Yi thought about making an appointment with Zhou Tingyuan to get the papers, and got up early.

Qian Yulan was earlier, and she had already prepared breakfast and served it.

Because Jiang Jiayin is about to take the monthly exam, Jiang guy's diet has obviously improved, and he used to boil the leftover rice from the previous night into porridge with water, with steamed buns and pickles, but today it was replaced by a newly boiled golden millet porridge, and Qian Yulan also deliberately got up early to steam her favorite horn melon stuffed buns for Jiang Jiayin.

A drawer of steamed buns was served, and Qian Yulan immediately smiled and said: "Jiayin eat more in the morning, Mom heard that she is full for breakfast, her brain is clear all day, and she can learn to study, don't just drink millet porridge, eat steamed buns quickly." ”

After finishing speaking, she sandwiched the two buns on the side in front of Jiang Jiayin, and squeezed her eyes at her daughter by the way, Qian Yulan turned her head in the direction of the kitchen, and signaled that she had left another lunch for her, which was the tacit understanding of the mother and daughter for so many years.

Jiang Jiayin picked up the bun and bit it, and sure enough, there was meat inside.

Suddenly blinked, Jiang Jiayin said with a smile on her face: "Thank you, Mom, I love to eat Mom's buns, Mom, you can also sit down and eat, I've been busy all morning." ”

"Okay, mom eats too."

Jiang Jiayin didn't have to do any work, just moving her mouth could coax Qian Yulan very happy, seeing that her eldest daughter was smiling, Qian Yulan reached out and took a meatless bun by herself.

Qian Yulan has always been careful about this kind of thing for buns, and usually only wraps four or five with meat alone, which is enough for the eldest daughter to eat for two meals.

Because she is not stupid, if her husband sees her eating alone for her eldest daughter, at most she will say that she is biased, but if even she has meat to eat, then Jiang Jianjun will definitely be dissatisfied.

Even if Jiang Jianjun usually saw it, he wouldn't care about these small actions at all, but today, Jiang Jianjun slapped his chopsticks on the table and looked directly at his eldest daughter who was satisfied.

"Jiayin, what kind of stuffing are you eating?"