"It just so happened that I brought some tutoring materials this time, so you can take some back and take a look."

The three-year simulation for the five-year high school entrance examination was just not covered. I copied the papers myself, got a few, and handed them to Han Weihe. In fact, there were not many simulation questions. There were more than ten sets of simulation questions. If I did one set a day, I could still finish it before school started.

"Do it well, come and ask me anytime if you don't know."

"Thank you, Brother Dong."

Han Weihe's mouth twitched. He could finish this thick blow, and he always felt that Brother Dong was smiling strangely. "No need to thank you, it's just a little effort."

"Brother Dong, I'll go back first."

"Go back."

Li Dong looked at the sky and it was snowing again. It was snowing this time, and it was just a good time to have hot pot. "Han Ling, Yanzi will have a hot pot at my house tonight. I'll make a hot pot to warm it up."

"Um."

When Yanzi heard the little head whispered, the girl had been stumbled a few times, and Han Ling was embarrassed. "No, Brother Li Dong."

"Well, what are you?"

"Look back, I'll say to my six-mistress."

When Master Liu and Mrs. Liu heard that Li Dong had made hot pot, he didn't say anything. He asked about the fragrance of the hot pot from afar. Although he was not delicious and too spicy, the taste was really good. It was not easy for Ling'er to taste it.

Liumi brought some vegetables, pickles, persimmon cakes made at home, and small cakes. "This is great, Liumimimiji's Xiaomiji's Xiaomiji's Xiaomiji is so delicious."

"I like to eat more."

"Ling'er, grandma is back."

"I'll send you back."

"It's okay, it's okay."

“It’s snowing and slippery.”

Han Ling helped her and sent her back. It took a while to come back. Just as the hot pot was ready, Li Dong smiled and greeted her. "Sit down quickly, don't be polite."

"Thanks."

The good taste of hot pot surprised Han Ling. Now there is no comparison to the seasonings in later generations. Hot pot is even more so. Don’t look at the hot pot ingredients bought by Li Dong, there is definitely a bug in it now. With the good ingredients, don’t mention the taste.

Swallows eat not spicy food, seafood flavor, and are not afraid of burning their mouths. The meatballs are stuffed into their mouths, and they suck their mouths in a sucking way, but they are still Xiaojuan watching them to help her blow. "Is it delicious, Swallow?"

"tasty."

Yan Zi hasn't been home for the past two days and is looking for her mother. This child is easy to support and can be stuttered. Han Ling mutters a lot, saying that she has no conscience and is not an exaggeration to say anything.

Li Yuelan, who is in Nanjing, didn't know that her little daughter had forgotten her mother at home for a long time and was calling a friend. "Please go and find a friend from Chicheng to check it out, yes, yes, Hanzhuang Production Team of Xiangshan Brigade of Lishan Commune, thank you."

Li Yuelan asked a friend's relative to help her go to Hanzhuang. The news she came back last time was completely different from what Han Ling said, and she didn't match her. She didn't think about it all day long and was still worried about entrusting a friend. She had relatives in Chicheng.

This relative is the head of the workshop of Chicheng Textile Factory. Tian Cheng took the phone and heard that Hanzhuang in Lishan Commune is familiar with each other. "Okay, I'll ask for it. If I have time tomorrow, I'll go there."
Chapter completed!