Lies are really simple, so for Zhuang Shuyi, he could just ask for a reason and of course he could fool him, but she couldn't bear to do that.

Because in front of her was the only reliance she left in this world. But she didn't want to tell the truth. Of course, gifts or something are the best surprises.

Zhuang Shuyi was worried and struggled all the time. In the end, she said honestly. "A Nian, I'm going to school."

Before she could say all the words behind her, she saw the face of the young man in front of her instantly faded.

Yang Bo was extremely frustrated. "I'm sorry, Liuliu, it's all my fault. I should have remembered it earlier and found you a school."

"No, I don't mean that." Zhuang Shuyi knew he had misunderstood, but wanted to hide his thoughts, so she stammered for a long time without saying anything, just comforted her dryly. "It's okay, I don't have to hurry to study. Just wait until we settle down and go find it."

"You went out during the day, what did you eat for lunch?" Yang Bo was a little worried. Who told his third lady to be a perfect little bookworm. When holding the book in his hand, he would forget everything else.

Zhuang Shuyi immediately shrank his shoulders in embarrassment and whispered timidly. "I forgot."

When she thought that she could get so much five yuan, she forgot everything. On the way back, she kept thinking about what to buy for the five yuan and what surprises she could create for him. She couldn't remember that she was empty-headed.

At this moment, I remembered that my chest was pressed against my back, and my hungry stomach was almost bloated. Zhuang Shuyi immediately changed the subject, covered her stomach, and said coquettishly. "A Nian, I'm almost starving, cook for me quickly."

Yang Bo shook his head helplessly, took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and went to cook for her quickly.

Zhuang Shuyi took the apron over and tied it for him. Seeing that he started cooking, he stopped asking questions, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Now she should think about what she could buy for five dollars.

To be honest, this little money really makes Zhuang Shuyi embarrassed. She just goes out to buy some snacks on the street on weekdays. She thought about this little money at first, but now she has to spend it, but she feels very pitiful.

"Liuliu, what are you thinking? I bought Luochunge's crab shell yellow, thinking of serving you as snacks." As soon as Yang Bo woke Zhuang Shuyi up, she immediately felt that she was too hungry to eat a whole elephant.

"Wow, really, I like A Nian the most..." Zhuang Shuyi cheered, ran over, opened the wrapped paper bag, and a fragrance came to her face.

The yellow crab shell is called a crab shell, but it is actually just a metaphor for this color and shape. If it is really made with crab shells, it would be amazing. Ordinary people can't eat their teeth.

Use oil pastry and aten flour to make a flat round cake, sprinkle a layer of sesame seeds on it, and bake it on the stove wall. The fillings include salty and sweet, and the salty ones include scallion oil, fresh meat, crab paste, shrimp, etc., and the sweet ones include sugar, roses, bean paste, date paste, etc.

However, it is said to be salty, think about it in Shanghai, and a bowl of braised pork is the main place where sweetness is the main thing. How could a mere snack be an exception? Zhuang Shuyi tried to endure the sweet and greasy meat filling.

It’s not bad, it can be said that sweetness and meat taste are rare. However, Zhuang Shuyi still stuffed the remaining half into Yangbo’s mouth without hesitation. “It’s so sweet.”

"Are you really not used to eating it?" Yang Bo almost swallowed the food and said. "Then don't expect you to get used to other things."

"I can't believe it. I don't believe it. I haven't eaten Shanghai cuisine." Zhuang Shuyi immediately understood what Yang Bo meant. He couldn't even get used to a snack. He wanted to go to the street to find something to eat. That was a fantasy.

Zhuang Shuyi has also come to play with her before. She likes the sweet dishes in Shanghai quite a bit.

Yang Bo helplessly freed up his hand to stroke his bangs, then clicked Zhuang Shuyi's forehead. "You."

What's wrong? Zhuang Shuyi pouted. Do you look down on her ability to survive so much? "Hmph. I'm not that stingy. Even if I can't get used to this, there's always something else. This is Shanghai."

"Yes. Big Shanghai." Yang Bo's eyes sank when he said this, which made Zhuang Shuyi feel a bad premonition. She walked over with some fear and pulled the corner of his clothes.

Yang Bo's eyes immediately melted, and he looked at Zhuang Shuyi gently. "Liuliu, what's wrong?"

"A Nian, you..." He was thinking, looking very scary. Zhuang Shuyi swallowed the words in his throat and continued with a smile. "Is the food you cooked yet? I want to eat it."

"Okay." Yang Bo put the things in the pot, held the rice and dishes, and said to Zhuang Shuyi. "Let's go. Didn't you say you want to have dinner with the sunset on the balcony?"

"Yes. We also specially picked new tablecloths." Zhuang Shuyi jumped happily and followed behind.

When I walked up the stairs, I suddenly met the landlord’s wife. The owner of the Shikumen who rented Zhuang Shuyi and the others was a widowed old lady who lived in the front room. It is said that her husband was a high-ranking official of the Qing Dynasty, but now only this old house is left to accompany her.

However, this old lady is a typical Shanghai old lady. Even if she grows old, she is still elegant. When Zhuang Shuyi saw her, she couldn't help but think of her mother, and she felt very intimate. "Madam Landlord, are you going out?"

"No. But, Shuyi, you're a little dissatisfied. Why do you even need your husband to help you with your job? This is not like being a wife." The landlord's wife is good, but she is just a bad habit of nagging older people.

I don’t know how many times Zhuang Shuyi has been scolded in the past two days. Since she can’t cook, clean, and even wash clothes, she has lost everything. Zhuang Shuyi really feels that her mother has come to her. So she is also very tolerant.

"What kind of wife looks like is not measured by a ruler. What does her husband think is like? "Yang Bo retorted mercilessly. "I think she is good. There is no need for anyone else to interrupt."

The landlord's wife was speechless by him and her face turned red with anger.

Yang Bo continued, "Sorry, I borrowed it." Then he walked around her with the food. Zhuang Shuyi was very embarrassed to follow him.

The landlord's wife couldn't help but muttered behind her, "It's not like that. There is no lazy wife. She can't do anything, she can only eat, and even eat..."

Zhuang Shuyi pretended not to hear it, carefully closed the door of his room, and went to the balcony with Yangbo to have dinner.

In the sunset, the sticky rice with sweet braised sauce and a plate of verdant cold wild vegetables. Although it is simple, Zhuang Shuyi, who relies on the waves, feels sincere happiness.
Chapter completed!