Shen Mo had never met such a shameless guy. He didn't know how to answer for a while, but he still felt vaguely that he was complimenting himself in different ways, and he became even more shy. He glanced at him angrily, as if he was ashamed and angry as he was very cute.

Fang Chang'an asked again: "What about you on my birthday?"

“February 14th.”

"Is it also the lunar calendar?"

"Yes, aren't it all celebrating the lunar birthday?" Shen Mo was a little surprised.

"I thought the ones you picked up in the Second Hospital celebrated your Gregorian birthday."

Fang Chang'an shrugged. The little girl understood his joke and couldn't help but laugh: "No, I have celebrated my lunar birthday since I was a child."

"I thought I went to school very early, but I didn't expect you to go to school earlier. How old did you go to school?"

Shen Mo thought about it seriously, "I don't remember it very much if I'm four or five years old."

“Have you been to kindergarten?”

"I've gotten it, haven't you?"

"We have no kindergarten in our village, only preschool classes, and we can directly upgrade to the first grade in the previous year."

"That's it." The little girl nodded her head, "Is it the same as a kindergarten?"

"Absolutely, are you going to junior high school in the fifth grade?"

"Yes, aren't you?"

"Yes, I thought you were in the sixth grade."

"Is there still sixth grade?"

"Yes, I guess the elementary school will become sixth grade in two years."

"Why don't I know?"

"You haven't noticed it."

"You know a lot!" The little girl looked surprised, and she looked a little impressed by this beautiful deskmate.

"There are many things you know that I don't know. We are called complementary."

Fang Chang'an wanted to talk to her more, but the bell rang out inappropriately. The little girl seemed a little reluctant to leave, but she said, "It's over, I'm going home for dinner."

Fang Changan smiled and waved his hand, "Well, go, I want to go for dinner, too."

"Um."

Shen Mo sorted out the books on the table, then got up, waved his hand at him again, and then walked out of the classroom. Fang Changan followed her and walked out of the seat and stretched.

Wang Hao first asked Zheng Lili to come out of it, stood up, and asked Fang Chang'an: "Are you going to have a meal?"

Fang Chang'an said: "I want to go out, you can eat first."

Wang Hao didn't ask him what he was doing, but Wang Ke looked at Fang Chang'an with a strange expression, but he didn't ask him, and walked past Fang Chang'an with Zheng Lili in hand.

Fang Chang'an smiled and said, "You go for dinner too?"

"yes!"

Wang Ke was a little angry with him, but he didn't have the nerve to ignore him. He just raised his chin slightly, looking a little reluctant to answer him.

Fang Chang'an waved his hand again: "Eat more, there are five classes in the morning."

Wang Ke didn't want to pay attention to him this time and left the classroom with Zheng Lili.

Fang Chang'an took out the box of milk that Shen Mo gave yesterday from the hole and put it in his pocket. He walked out of the classroom without going to the cafeteria. He mingled with day students, or students who went out of the school gate in the second or third grade of junior high school to have dinner outside the school gate.

There are several private restaurants outside the school gate, one with simple rice pouring, one with instant noodles, and one with a three-wheeled burrito. Fang Chang'an didn't stop and followed the crowd and continued to walk forward, turning in front of the bookstore where he was reading books yesterday, continuing to move forward.

He walked faster, but it was still more than fifteen minutes before he saw the stall he was looking for. He was on the corner of a relatively remote street, holding a large parasol, and several old tables and stools under the umbrella. The stall owner was a couple, both wearing aprons, standing in front of the stove and looking at the empty street.

"It's true!"

Fang Chang'an was slightly surprised. The fried buns in the town were said to have originated from the historical Tokyo Bianliang. It is a common snack in North China. The reason why it is called fried buns is because, in addition to putting some oil in the pan before putting the buns, the entire frying process is mainly water, and naturally it is not clean water, but batter.

The fried buns are golden on both sides. Because they are sprinkled with batter, there will be a thin layer of skin in the middle of the buns, which is also golden and crispy and delicious. Not only do the residents in the town like to eat them, but most people from the surrounding villages will buy some to satisfy their cravings when they come to the town.

Most fried bun shops are near the lighthouse in the center of the town. Because there are many people there, the fried bun shop is too remote and the business is naturally not that good. Fang Chang'an has never been here in his previous life. The reason I remember is because I heard from my sister Fang Yanran mentioned it in his previous life.

When Fang Yanran was in junior high school, Fang Chang'an was repeating the school and spent a lot of money. Her family was still struggling. She couldn't eat enough at school, so she found this shop and said that it was 50 cents. Buying five buns here was better than eating in the school cafeteria. Not only did it have meat, but the buns in this shop were larger than those on the street.

In addition, she also said that she had been eating here for a long time. Once when she was looking for money, she found that the boss had found more than 50 cents, which was equivalent to confiscating the money, so she returned it to the boss on the spot. However, when eating buns the next day, she found another more than 2 cents, and she paid it back on the spot.

On the third day, she still found two cents more, and she paid it back on the spot. At that time, she was the only one eating buns in the shop. The boss's wife said she asked her to keep them. It would be enough to charge 30 cents for five buns.

Since then, Fang Yanran has eaten buns here for 30 cents and has been eating them for two years.

Fang Yanran graduated from university and started a business in Chang'an. She also followed her, taking advantage of the mobile Internet and made a lot of money in the first year. Early in the morning of the second day after returning home during the Chinese New Year, the three brothers and sisters drove over to pay back the money, but the couple who were still selling buns here were confiscated until the end.

"Do you eat buns?"

Seeing Fang Chang'an coming, the boss's wife immediately greeted her. Fang Chang'an didn't respond. After approaching, she said, "I want five meat stuffings, eat here."

"Hey!"

The boss didn't dislike him and was busy greeting him, "You make it first, I'll serve it for you. It's just out of the pot and it's still hot!"

There are few people here, but the competition is small. Residents around him would not go far to the town center if they want to eat fried bread. Fang Chang'an sat down on a table, and there was a mother and son on the table next to him. Looking at the residents next to him, a large plate of buns and two bowls of spicy soup, Fang Chang'an was swallowing his saliva for a while.

This spicy soup originated from Xuzhou. It is stewed with pork bones and hens, add eels and gluten, and most shops in Huangnanji will add Shanghai silk and peanuts and other things, which are standard in the fried bun shop.

In the words of later generations, fried bread without spicy soup has no soul!

Unfortunately, Fang Chang'an can't afford to drink now.

As soon as Fang Chang'an sat down, the boss brought up five buns, which were indeed bigger than the buns on the street. He first took out the box of milk, inserted it into a straw, and then pulled out a pair of chopsticks. He didn't have the time to care whether it was clean or not. He picked up a bun first, bite off half of it, and then took a sip of milk.

"Boss, ten buns, a bowl of spicy soup and eggs!"

Another middle-aged man came over and sat down next to the house Chang'an. The boss responded. The boss's wife served buns. The boss took out a large enamel bowl, knocked an egg in it, then lifted up a large stainless steel bucket hot on the coal stove next to him, scooped a bowl of spicy soup into the bowl, covered the lid, and carefully served it to the guests.

The tempting fragrance lingers in the air. Fang Chang'an secretly glances at the spicy soup in a bad mood, then bites the bun and drinks a sip of milk.

"I'm not greedy, not greedy at all. Isn't it just a bowl of spicy soup? I have milk, or it's given by a girl. Can the soup be as fragrant as the girl?"

He secretly added a show to himself in his heart, and then thought about it, "It seems that the soup is more fragrant..."

After eating the buns, Fang Chang'an paid 50 cents and walked back to the classroom. He didn't eat fast and took time to go back and forth. It was already over 7:40 in the classroom, and only a few minutes left to ring the preparatory bell.

Most of the classmates in the classroom had arrived, and Shen Mo was already sitting in his seat. Seeing him coming, he still stood up and let him in.

"You're here very quickly."

Fang Chang'an talked to her while going in. Shen Mo said "um" softly and sat down again. Without having time to say more, Cheng Mengfei walked in, holding the course schedule in his hand, and glued it on the wall on the inside of the podium.

"The course schedule is posted here. You can take a look if you have time. The five classes this morning are English, mathematics, history, politics, and Chinese."

Cheng Mengfei reminded him, then turned around and walked out of the classroom.

Many people rushed over to read the course schedule and took the notebook to copy. Shen Mo turned to look at Fang Chang'an. Seeing that he was not moving, he was about to go up and copy it himself. Fang Chang'an reached out to hold her wrist, pulled it for a moment and then let it go.

"Don't worry, wait a moment."

Fang Chang'an signaled to the front. Shen Mo saw many people huddled there and read and copied them. He was not going to go and squeeze in, but when he saw Fang Chang'an saying this, he couldn't sit still. Anyway, he knew the morning class and it was time to copy after class or at noon.

Fang Changan took out the English book and spread it out. Seeing that Shen Mo also took out the English book, he asked, "Have you learned English in elementary school?"

"Yes." Shen Mo nodded.

"We don't teach in elementary school, only Chinese and math. I will ask you more English in the future. Is it OK?"

"Yes." The little girl agreed immediately.

"Do you have something to do now?"

She shook her head.

Fang Chang'an pointed to the letters in the book, "Then why don't you teach me how to read this first?"

"good."

Shen Mo memorized the alphabet very well and agreed with confidence, "This, read a, this broadcast, read b, a, b, follow me to read it."

“a,b, right?”

"Well, it's basically right, but it's a bit inaccurate. Look at my mouth, a--"

The little girl taught very seriously, and Fang Changan naturally learned very seriously. He stared at her pink mouth and looked at her mouth shape, and then learned: "a--"

"No, no, not a, it's a."

“a—”

The two of them taught and learned one by one. Wang Hao copied the course schedule and Fang Chang'an stopped learning to recite the letters for now, and said to him: "Give it here and let me copy it."

"oh."

Wang Hao handed Fang Chang'an the course schedule he copied, and Fang Chang'an looked at Shen Mo, "You copy it, I copy it?"

Shen Mo thought for a while and said, "I'll copy it, my handwriting is a little better."

Fang Chang'an's mouth twitched. I am such a shameless person, but I don't have the nerve to praise you, is it better to be more beautiful than me?

Although Shen Mo has practiced calligraphy, he still can't appreciate calligraphy. He does feel that Fang Chang'an's calligraphy is not as neat and beautiful as he writes. Looking at his expression, he thought his young mind was hurt, so he quickly explained: "I'm not saying that your calligraphy is ugly, I... have practiced calligraphy since I was a child."

The implication is that it is not that you wrote it badly, but that I wrote it too well.

She felt a little embarrassed to boast, and explained, and then quickly said, "Will I teach you how to practice calligraphy in the future?"

Fang Chang'an showed a sincere smile again, "Okay, I will definitely study hard and strive to copy the course schedule for the next semester!"
Chapter completed!