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Kindergarten
That morning, after Lu Haici and Ji Yang arrived at kindergarten, Lu Haici took out the comic book “Seagull” that his mother had given him.
Ji Yang sat next to him, and the two little buddies leaned close together, reading intently.
Suddenly, a figure blocked their view.
Lu Haici and Ji Yang looked up to see the same child who had pushed Lu Haici down yesterday.
The little boy’s name was Chen Zhou, and he was holding a piece of sugar cake.
He proudly looked at Lu Haici and said, “Look, this is the sugar cake my mom made for me. It’s so delicious, and I won’t share it with you!”
Lu Haici blinked, still not quite understanding.
However, hearing Chen Zhou’s words, he took out his lunch box from his small backpack and said, “My mom made me baked potatoes today.”
Lu Haici thought they were comparing their snacks.
“Cut it out…” Chen Zhou glanced at the baked potatoes in Lu Haici’s lunch box and said, “What’s so good about potatoes? They can’t compare to sugar cakes; sugar cakes are sweet and soft. They’re really delicious!”
Lu Haici agreed that sugar cakes were tasty, but he insisted, “But my mom’s baked potatoes are also delicious. They’re sweet too!”
Because Lin Qingqing had added sugar, the baked potatoes were indeed sweet.
In fact, if it were in modern times, rock sugar would have been used.
“Wow… Lu Haici, can I have some?” Qi Yang had complete faith in Lin Qingqing’s cooking skills, and when he saw the baked potatoes, he couldn’t help but drool.
Lin Qingqing had put twelve small baked potatoes in Lu Haici’s lunch box, thinking that since they were small, each of Lu Haici’s six good friends could have two.
However, Lin Qingqing didn’t know that Lu Haici would never give away two; he wouldn’t even give away one.
Lu Haici took out one baked potato from the lunch box, broke it in half, and gave Qi Yang one half. “Here, eat it.”
Just giving away half was already quite generous of him.
After Qi Yang took the half baked potato, Lu Haici licked his fingers; although the baked potato was juicy, the skin was very tasty.
Qi Yang stuck out his tongue and licked the skin of the baked potato.
“Wow…” he exclaimed, “It’s really sweet! Lu Haici, how come your potatoes are sweet?”
Lu Haici had just licked his fingers and said, “I don’t know; maybe my mom is just really good at cooking.”
He began to eat the potato. “I don’t believe it! How can potatoes be sweet? You’re tricking me.”
Chen Zhou immediately felt that his sugar cake was no longer appealing.
Many people are like this: no matter how delicious their own food is, it can’t compare to sharing something with everyone else. “Lu Haici, let me try your potato too. I’ll believe you if I taste it and find out it’s sweet.”
“I won’t.” Lu Haici firmly refused; he didn’t care whether Chen Zhou believed him or not.
“You…” Chen Zhou glared angrily at Lu Haici.
“Wow…” At that moment, a voice came from the classroom door, “Lu Haici, what are you eating?”
Qin Ming rushed over like a little cannonball. “Lu Haici, my grandma said thank you for treating me to lunch yesterday. Today…”
“Come, my grandma made crispy rice for you.”
Speaking of this crispy rice, Zhang Hongping put in a lot of effort to make it.
Yesterday, her grandson went to the Lu family for dinner, and although she accompanied him and Lin Qingqing treated her well, Zhang Hongping still felt embarrassed.
She didn’t want her grandson to eat for free, especially after he came back raving about how amazing Lu Haici’s mother was and how delicious her food was.
He even brought back two pumpkin pancakes.
Zhang Hongping had a taste of the pumpkin pancakes and had to admit that they were indeed delicious—soft, sticky, and sweet, just what kids loved.
But hearing her grandson refer to Lu Haici’s mother made her quite annoyed.
To save face, this morning, Zhang Hongping made crispy rice.
Although crispy rice was delicious, it used a lot of oil and rice, but she was determined to compete for her grandson’s favor.
Qin Ming also took out his lunchbox, filled with golden crispy rice, and generously pushed it toward Lu Haici. “Lu Haici, you eat.”
Qin Ming had been spoiled since childhood and had tried all sorts of delicious food, so while crispy rice was tasty, it wasn’t his favorite.
Thus, he was very generous.
Of course, if only he wouldn’t keep his eyes glued to Lu Haici’s lunchbox.
Lu Haici looked at Qin Ming’s crispy rice; he had never tried it before.
After a moment’s thought, he took out a baked potato from his own lunchbox and handed it to Qin Ming. “Here.”
In exchange for Qin Ming sharing his crispy rice, he offered a baked potato.
“Wow, Lu Haici, did your mom make this?” Qin Ming had stopped mentioning Lin Qingqing as his stepmother.
After visiting Lu Haici’s home yesterday, he found Lu Haici’s mother to be so gentle, and the dishes she made, along with the pumpkin pancakes, had completely won him over.
If there were ever a quarrel between his own mother and Lu Haici’s mother, he would definitely side with Lu Haici’s mom.
That’s just how realistic young children are.
Lu Haici replied, “Yeah.”
He picked up a piece of crispy rice and took a bite, his eyes lighting up. “This is really good! Can I take two pieces? I’ll trade you for a baked potato.”
Since he had plenty of baked potatoes at home, he was willing to trade.
He wanted to bring some crispy rice back for his mom to try.
“That’s fine, but two pieces is too few. Let’s swap more.” Qin Ming figured since there was still plenty of crispy rice at home, he wouldn’t mind trading more. “I’ll give you a whole box of crispy rice for a whole box of baked potatoes.”
“Okay.” That’s exactly what Lu Haici had in mind.
So, the two happily exchanged lunchboxes.
Ji Yang watched them trade, biting his lip, suddenly finding his baked potato no longer appetizing.
Looking at the baked potatoes that Lu Haici’s mother made for him and the crispy rice cakes that Qin Ming’s family prepared, Chen Zhou felt a bit upset as he had nothing to trade with them.
“Ji Yang…” After Lu Haici finished trading with Qin Ming, he suddenly called out to Ji Yang.
“Hey?” Ji Yang’s eyes lit up.
Lu Haici said, “Ji Yang, you mentioned the other day that you would trade meat buns for my tofu pancakes, but you still haven’t given me the meat buns.”
Ji Yang paused, “… I forgot.” He scratched his head, “I… I forgot.”
“When will you give them to me?” Lu Haici pressed.
He was a realistic kid who valued fair exchanges among good friends.
Ji Yang’s face turned red. “I… I’ll ask my mom to make meat buns when I go home for lunch. Once she makes them, I’ll give them to you. Is that okay?”
“Sure,” Lu Haici replied.
“You guys… Qin Ming, I’ll give you my sugar cake in exchange for your baked potatoes.” Chen Zhou felt frustrated watching them talk without including him.
As for what he said yesterday about not playing with them anymore, he had already forgotten.
“I don’t want to.” Qin Ming hugged his lunch box tighter; it’s not like he had never tasted sugar cakes before.
“You… I’m not playing with you guys anymore.” Chen Zhou angrily ran out of the classroom.
At the Lu Household
Lin Qingqing had already prepared lunch and was working with Lu Cheng in the small room to set up the squat toilet.
The hole had been dug last night, and this morning Lu Cheng had gotten up early to fix it with bricks and cement.
The two were working together, with Lin Qingqing passing bricks and Lu Cheng receiving them in the hole.
Before long, they completed the remaining work.
The last step was to seal the squat hole, and they expected to finish it by the afternoon.
“Mom, I’m back!” Lu Haici ran into the courtyard and dashed toward the kitchen.
When he didn’t see Lin Qingqing there, he was about to head indoors when he heard her voice from the small room.
“I’m here.” Lin Qingqing emerged from the small room, with Lu Cheng following her.
“Mom, I brought back crispy rice cakes! They’re really delicious!” Lu Haici pulled Lin Qingqing toward the living room, completely ignoring his dad.
Lu Haici brought Lin Qingqing into the living room and took a lunch box out of his small backpack. “Mom, try this.”
He picked up a piece of crispy rice cake and offered it to her.
Lin Qingqing took a bite; the rice cake was fragrant and crispy, and it was indeed delicious. “Very good, thank you, Haici. But where did you get so many crispy rice cakes?”
Lu Haici replied, “I traded for them with Qin Ming…”
He explained the process of trading for the crispy rice cakes in detail.
At the same time at the Ji family.
Ji Yang ran into the house and saw Xu Huijuan.
His eyes were red, and he choked up as he said, “Mom, I want to eat meat buns! I want to eat meat buns!”
Xu Huijuan was caught off guard. “Why do you suddenly want to eat meat buns? We don’t have any meat tickets this month. If you want meat buns, you’ll have to wait until next month.”
“I don’t want to wait! I want to eat meat buns today!” Ji Yang didn’t want to lose face in front of his friend. “Mom, I have to eat meat buns today! Boohoo…”
Ji Yang, who was usually obedient and sensible, was crying and throwing a tantrum for the first time, which made Xu Huijuan very worried. “Can you tell me why you suddenly want to eat meat buns?” It must be because someone was eating meat buns, and he was craving them, right? But even if he was craving them, he wouldn’t throw such a fit.
With tear-filled eyes, Ji Yang explained, “I traded with Lu Haici.”
“You traded with Lu Haici?” Xu Huijuan didn’t understand. “How did you trade with Lu Haici? How did you get meat buns?”
Ji Yang said, “I ate Lu Haici’s tofu pancake, and I promised to trade meat buns for it. Boohoo… Mom, I want meat buns! I’m an honest little boy; I can’t be a liar.”
Hearing Ji Yang’s explanation, Xu Huijuan frowned.
Trading tofu pancakes for meat buns?
Lu Haici was quite clever!
Although Xu Huijuan had some objections in her heart, she didn’t show her dissatisfaction on her face.
She said to Ji Yang, “Ji Yang, we don’t have any meat at home, so we can’t make meat buns. But since you ate Lu Haici’s tofu pancake and promised to trade for meat buns, we shouldn’t break our promise. How about this: I can also make pancakes. You can ask him if he would trade his tofu pancakes for the pancakes I make, okay?”
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