Stingy Young Master Jing

She knew that it was one of the top ten great books in the world, but she felt that it would be unbelievable to say she had read it.

As a first year who had just entered No. 1 High School, where could she have seen such a classic before?

Thus, Tang Huai didn't say that she had read it, nor did she say that she hadn't. She held the book in her arms and immediately beamed like an innocent little girl. "I will read it."

A hint of an imperceptible smile flashed across Jing Xuan's long and narrow eyes. He pursed his lips and walked out.

"..." Tang Huai followed behind him, her mouth curled as she looked at his tall and straight back and wondered, didn't he come to get a few books? Why did he come out empty-handed after handing the book to her?

Frowning, Tang Huai thought to herself, "He's not here to get the book, he's here to get the love letters, but he can't get in now because Tang Ying took the love letters to read."

After walking out of the living room, Jing Xuan suddenly turned around to look at Tang Huai. Tang Huai quickly stopped and raised her head to meet his gaze. "Brother Jing Xuan …?"

He looked straight into her eyes, his small figure reflected in those clear, dark eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, he smiled and patted Tang Huai's head like a big brother. His voice was pleasant to the ear. "Can you keep up with your grades?"

"Other than math, anything else is fine." Tang Huai laughed.

What he didn't know was that when he touched her head, it felt like he was touching her heart. In her heart, there was a feeling that couldn't be described at all. This feeling wasn't annoying, but she didn't want to like it.

"Yunyong is a genius in mathematics. You can ask him about anything you don't understand." Jing Xuan said.

"Alright." Thinking of Zhao Yunyong, Tang Huai gave a pure smile. "Teacher Zhao is considered the youngest and most handsome male teacher in the school. Many girls like him."

"What about you? Do you like him? "

Tang Huai chuckled. "I like it. He's so handsome."

She laughed with a kind of perfunctory, but what landed in the eyes of Jing Xuan, is so innocent, brilliant.

He walked over to the chair and sat down. He crossed his long legs gracefully and leaned back in his chair in a lazy posture.

He lifted an arm and hung lazily on the edge of the chair. He sat while Tang Huai stood, but he was able to look at Tang Huai equally.

He was already 1.88 meters, while Tang Huai was currently 1.56 meters …

"I heard you can make ramen noodles?"

Tang Huai was surprised, "Don't tell me that Jing Min told you about this when you just got home?"

"I want ramen."

"There's no flour left at home." Tang Huai wanted to say that her family had lost their flour, but when she thought about it, this house was his, not hers, it couldn't be said to be hers. She didn't think of anything better to say when she said this.

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows slightly. At home... Why did it sound like he was at home with her?

"I heard that your fried egg is very delicious." The implication was that he wanted to eat her fried eggs.

Tang Huai smiled embarrassedly. "Brother Jing Xuan, my family doesn't have chickens or eggs."

"There's a lot of grass here, and it's shady. I suggest that Aunt Liu raise some chickens. You can still kill them and eat when you get back on the weekends."

"That's a good suggestion. I'll go to town with Mama tomorrow and buy chickens to raise."

"Then the egg …" "Do you want me to go home and give it to you?"

Tang Xiu looked into his eyes. "Brother Jing, I have a pumpkin in my house. How about I make you a pumpkin pie?"

"Alright." He lazily leaned back.

"Wait for me, I'll do it right now." Tang Huai stuffed the book into her arms, trotted out of the living room, and headed straight for the kitchen.

Holding the two books, Jing Xuan turned his head and looked at her petite back. He couldn't help but smile.

One hour later.

Jing Xuan sat at the dining table, salivating as he looked at the pumpkin pie on the plate.

"It looks pretty good." It was rare for him to praise someone.

"Try it, it should be even more delicious than a poached egg." Tang Huai pushed the pumpkin pie in front of him.

"Alright." He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of pumpkin pie and took a bite.

The fragrance of the pumpkin filled his mouth in an instant. It carried a faint sweetness, but inside was tender inside. Because the glutinous rice powder was used as a substitute for the flour, the taste was soft and sticky.

"My grandmother would definitely like it." Old Lady Jing's teeth were bad, her stomach was bad, she couldn't eat. She couldn't eat because of her teeth, but she was just like a foodie.

"Leave 8 for me. Take the rest." Tang Huai said.

"Not more?"

"It's enough for us here." Tang Huai knew that Old Lady Jing would like it, so she purposely made more for her.

She believed that with her appetite, eating ten wouldn't be a problem.

"That's fine too." After eating two, Jing Xuan stood up. "I'll take them back to Grandmother and let her eat while it's still hot."

Tang Huai took out a small plate and took out eight of them before letting Jing Xuan carry them all back.

After the appearance of the pumpkin pie, the color is also striking, golden yellow.

The road back attracted quite a bit of attention.

A passerby: "Young Master Jing, what is that?"

Jing Xuan: "Pumpkin pie."

The passerby: "Young Master Jing, can you give me a piece?"

"No."

He wasn't going to share it with the villagers except for his family.

Passerby: …

Since when did Young Master Jing become so stingy?

He walked into the courtyard and saw Old Lady Jing sitting there, bathing in the sunlight …

Upon seeing Jing Xuan, the old woman seemed to be in high spirits as if she had been injected with chicken blood.

When she saw Jing Xuan coming back with food, her eyes lit up, "Jing Xuan, what is that?"

Jing Xuan squatted down beside Old Lady Jing and placed the plate in front of her. "Grandma, smell it, isn't it fragrant?"

Pumpkin rice fried with peanut oil was placed on the table with an alluring aroma.

Old Lady Jing sniffed and drooled.

"Taste one." Jing Xuan smiled.

Old Lady Jing could not wait to pick up a piece to try.

She stared at him with an exaggerated expression, "Delicious! This is the best glutinous rice I've ever eaten in my life! "

"Grandma, this is not glutinous rice cake, it's pumpkin pie."

"Pumpkin pie?" This was the first time that Old Lady Jing had heard of pumpkin pie. She took another bite, "Why is it so soft?"

"Pumpkin and glutinous rice flour." Jing Xuan smiled gently. He saw that Tang Huai had cooked glutinous rice flour. She was very familiar with these things.

"You did it?" Old Lady Jing's eyes lit up again.

"Tang Huai did it."

When Old Lady Jing heard this, her expression immediately sunk, "You went to find her as soon as you came back?"

He got up and lied, "No, there are some letters over there. I wanted to bring them back, but I saw Tang Huai cooking pumpkins. She asked me to bring them back for you guys to taste."

Actually, he was not going to get a letter, much less a book. He knew that Tang Huai lived there and only wanted to go over and take a look. He didn't know when it started, but he was already fond of lying.

Old Lady Jing chewed on the pumpkin pie in her mouth. "What do you think of Tang Huai?"