She originally felt a little guilty for misunderstanding Xu Qing, but now it had all disappeared.
This person was so annoying.
Jiang He clenched her fists and went into the kitchen, intending to heat up the porridge from last night. Then she realized that she had eaten at Xu Qing's parents' house and forgot to cook it.
"Do you want to eat noodles?" She shouted outside the kitchen.
"No porridge?"
"I didn't cook it last night."
"Oh."
"Do you want to eat it?!" Jiang He felt a little irritated when she didn't get anything out of him. She touched her belly, counted the days with her fingers, and reluctantly went back to her room.
"Aren't you going to cook noodles?"
Xu Qing felt strange. What's wrong with this girl?
"I'll cook it later."
Jiang He's face was gloomy. She didn't know why she was so annoyed.
After a while, Xu Qing, who had stood for an extra minute compared to yesterday, pretended to exhale. He entertained himself by thinking that he was a martial arts expert who had to exhale a foul breath after practicing martial arts.
Physical fitness + 1.
After finishing his work, he came out to wash up and looked in the mirror to see if there was any change in his appearance, but he couldn't see anything.
It would be a miracle if he could see anything … He had just stood for a few days, which couldn't even be considered as training. Even the Sunflower Treasure Book couldn't show such results so quickly.
"I'll cook noodles for you." Jiang He had calmed down after coming out of the room.
"Pfft … cough cough …"
Xu Qing, who was brushing his teeth, spat out a mouthful of white foam. "That's called cooking noodles! Don't say that again. "
"Is it different?"
"Go cook your noodles."
Xu Qing didn't want to and didn't dare to explain, or this guy would definitely be angry …
It was indeed strange to think that they were the same. Netizens were harmful!
Two yuan for a handful of noodles was cooked in a big pot, plus two poached eggs. The egg white and yolk had separated from the meat, so they could only be reunited with a spoon.
Xu Qing used a bowl to fill one-third of the noodles, and the remaining two-thirds was Jiang He's. A breakfast cost two yuan, and with the eggs, it was only three yuan. This made Jiang He more and more fond of cooking.
The food outside was cheating and black-hearted.
"If I eat this every day, I only need to spend 100 yuan a month."
"If you drink water every day, you don't have to spend a dime."
"…"
Jiang He didn't want to talk to him.
"No, you can live for seven days with only water and no food. You still need to eat … You can eat one meal every seven days and only drink water the rest of the time. That way, you will spend less than ten yuan a month." Xu Qing gave a reasonable suggestion.
If I have the chance, I'll let this ancient girl have a taste of the iron fist of socialism. Otherwise, she'll be thinking about nothing every day … She's not a university student in a relationship, so why would she want to eat noodles every day?
Oh, university students don't eat noodles, they eat steamed buns.
After breakfast, the computer was occupied by Xu Qing, who was studying movies and novels. Jiang He watched for a while but did not quite understand, so he sat on the sofa with a heat pack in his arms and studied.
The books were bought by Xu Qing when he had nothing to do in the past. The complete works of Sherlock Holmes, Journey into the White Night, The Ordinary World, and so on, as well as the basic economics books left behind in university. However, Jiang He could only read the words, not the sentences. After reading the five thousand years of Chinese history according to the simplified and traditional guidebooks, she had nothing to do, so she read the novels strenuously.
Although it seemed difficult, some things could still be understood.
Art used images to reflect reality, but it was a social ideology that was more typical than reality. Literature was even more so. Xu Qing thought of going to Aunt Cheng to borrow her granddaughter's primary school textbook for Jiang He to study, but after careful consideration, he found that it was useless.
Jiang He didn't lack those things. She had her own thoughts and opinions, and she was very smart. She just lacked knowledge.
Learning the poems and articles of the ancients and doing some reading and understanding of the sea and mountains was far less simple than directly understanding social consciousness and ideas from literature.
As for mathematics … it was fine as long as she knew how to calculate. Most people would never use calculus or equations after they left school.
Learning was to improve one's own value and for a better life. Her value was not there. If she really wanted to study those equations, it would be a waste of life. Of course, if she was interested in those things, then it would be a different matter.
"You are prone to myopia that way. It's better to put the book on the table."
Xu Qing, who was a little tired from fiddling in front of the computer, stretched and turned to remind Jiang He.
"Myopia?"
"My eyes can't see things clearly, so I need to wear glasses … I often see people on the street with glass on their faces."
He pointed at the bridge of his nose and suddenly had an idea. He ran to the bedroom to find a pair of glasses that he used to pretend to be cool and handed it to Jiang He.
"Put it on and experience it."
"Like this?"
Jiang He nestled on the sofa, holding the book and putting on the glasses. She blinked and turned to look around.
Click.
Xu Qing finished the photo.
"What are you doing?" Jiang He felt that there was something wrong with this person.
"I'll send it to you later. It looks good this way." Xu Qing was not embarrassed at all. He carefully looked at Jiang He curled up on the sofa and wearing the glasses. He naturally sent the photo to Jiang He via WeChat and then took the mirror from the table and handed it to her.
"Look at it."
"… It's weird."
Jiang He looked at the mirror twice, took off the glasses and returned them to Xu Qing. She did not curl up her legs and look at the mirror. Instead, she put on her slippers and sat up straight to continue reading.
"Tsk … I think of my father again." Xu Qing sighed.
Looking at her like this made his heart itch.
"Your father?"
"It's that … Has your second mother ever hugged you?"
"We always huddle together. When it's cold in winter, she will hug me tightly."
"Oh."
Xu Qing was disappointed. He put away the glasses and sat in front of the computer again.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for a movie and see if I can do something like a movie review … I'm a movie critic."
If it's successful, of course it'll be good, but if it's not, it's not a loss. This was Xu Qing's philosophy.
Since he was going to watch movies, it would be a pity if he did not do something — it was with this idea in mind when he first started working as an uploader.
"Movie review?"
"It's too complicated for you at the moment. It's hard to explain in a way that you can understand … It's a little complicated for me too. Anyway, I'll do it and see."
Xu Qing shrugged her shoulders. Wuxia was already dead. The recent wuxia movies were hard to describe in a few words. It would be good to expand on other things. They were all movies, so there were still some similarities.
The key was to have an aesthetic sense and be able to understand what the movie was talking about. Through the movie, you could see what the people behind the scenes wanted to express, and not just laugh and forget about it.
With the basic requirements, the rest was to study and learn.
"Smart people never lack food. This is the era of the brain. You have to learn to be smart, don't be naive …"
As Xu Qing spoke, the phone beside him buzzed. It was Wang Zijun.
"Where are you?"
"Home … What's up?"
"Part-time job." Wang Zijun went straight to the point. "I've done some research on the thing you mentioned last time. It's okay."
"How do you do it specifically?"
"I'll tell you when we meet. I'll go over now. I have to get some information. "
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