80s: Little Sweet Wife

Dinner is very rich, braised fish, pork ribs and winter melon soup, tomato scrambled eggs and green vegetables, three dishes and one soup, one more dish than usual, He Biyun is rare.

After climbing the mountain for a day, Wu Mei’s stomach was already hungry, so she poured the pork ribs soup into the rice, and it was very delicious. Wu Yue rolled her eyes and put a piece of pork ribs into the Wu Mei bowl, and said softly: “Mei Mei Eating spare ribs, you must be very tired to climb the mountain today, right?"

Wu Mei looked at the spare ribs with disgust, what did this **** Wu Yue want to do?

"My sister also eats fish."

Wu Mei deliberately took the meat on the back of the chopsticks and fish into Wu Yue's bowl, and smiled sweetly at her, but the ridiculousness didn't reach her eyes, and Wu Yue did the same.

Damn Wu Mei, she knew she didn't like to pick on thorns, but she deliberately carried fish behind her back, **** it!

"Sister eat more fish, get a good grade in the monthly exam, and let your parents win glory." Wu Mei took a large chopstick and put the fish back in the Wuyue bowl, smiling sweeter than honey, and the fishbone did not stick. Damn you and disgust you, **** you bitch!

"Thank you Meimei."

Wu Yue is almost full of anger, how can she eat with so many fish bones? Wu Mei is intentional, she used to underestimate this dead girl!

Wu Mei smiled, took a large chopstick for himself the meat on the fish belly, glanced at Wu Yue provocatively, lowered his head and took a big mouthful to eat, now the fish and pork are natural organic meat without any artificial additives. , Even if He Biyun's cooking skills are a little worse, the taste is still incomparably delicious, even better than the restaurants of later generations.

Wu Zhengsi looked happy, and was very satisfied with the harmony of the sisters Wu Mei and Wu Yue performed. The family is not meant to be harmonious and beautiful, but it can be regarded as returning to the quiet before.

He Biyun was not in such a good mood. The dead girl Wu Mei was intentional. She knew that Yueyue had the fishbone stuck last time, and she also took the flesh from the backs of so many fish. The dead girl was in need of beating. Pack her up.

"Eat these every month."

He Biyun held back his anger, took the fish meat from Wu Yue's bowl into his own bowl, and gave her a large chopsticks of fish maw meat. Wu Mei was too lazy to care about these girls, Gu Zi nibbled at the ribs with relish, and the ribs were stewed very well. It's rotten, you don't need to chew it, the bones can be eaten bare.

"Dad, I want to learn to paint." Wu Mei hesitated for a long time, and finally gathered up the courage to say it.

She couldn't get to Wuyue in terms of study, so she could get 60 points in the exam, but Wuyue had never scored 90 points, and she couldn't catch up even if she stepped on the hot wheel.

If she wants to shine, she has to find another way. Wu Yue's literary talent is not good, although He Biyun often shows off outside, saying that Wu Yue has to participate in every school program, but that is just because the teacher sees her good grades and looks good For her sake, this is how she was lifted up.

Besides, the school performances at this time were not very technical. People like Wu Yue who sang out of tune and danced stiffly could do it, and she couldn't draw. Wu Yue's only specialty was probably learning. Of course, as long as she had this Features are enough.

At this time, singing, drawing, and dancing are all things that adults call crooked ways. Mathematics, physics and chemistry are the right way.

Wu Mei thinks that she has some talent in these crooked ways. In her previous life, she went to KTV to sing a few times, and everyone who listened to her said she sang well, but she had never been to the dance hall, but she often danced with TV at home, and she felt that It's not that difficult, let alone painting, which is one of Wu Mei's most assured skills.

That's why she wanted to go the other way, defeat Wu Yue in other places, sing and dance Wu Zhengsi would not agree, and it was possible to draw.

Wu Zhengsi put down his chopsticks and looked directly at his young daughter. He was also quite surprised when he saw Wu Mei's painting for the first time on the mountain today. He was 100% sure that Wu Mei had never studied painting, which meant that she had no teacher. Pass, talent is not bad.

"What kind of painting do you learn? Can painting be eaten as a meal? I don't agree." He Biyun reprimanded with a sullen face.