Standing in front of the school, Qiao Lan was silly for a while.
It's time to go home after school, but she doesn't know where Qiao Lan's home is in the book.
After thinking about it for a long time, I remembered that Qiao Lan's parents opened a small restaurant in front of the school. The conditions of Qiao Lan's house are not very good. The storefront of this small restaurant should not be very large, and the passenger flow may also be average.
Qiao Lan walked to the opposite side of the school, and ruled out a few large stores, and the business was very hot. Just after looking for two, she found the small restaurant of Qiao Lan's parents.
It's really a "small" restaurant. The four tables are suffocating. The restaurant is dim and dim, with a strong flavor of food that exceeds the standard of MSG. As soon as Qiao Lan stood at the door, a little white fat man came in behind him, squeezing Qiao Lan aside without evasive, "What are you doing standing at the door, exhibition?" After finishing talking, she wandered in.
Qiao Lan frowned and stared at the back of the little fat man's head for a long time, and then followed in.
This shop cooks some home-cooked dishes, and students order one rice and two dishes, just like in the cafeteria. This is when school is over. There are a lot of students in the small shop. Father Qiao is responsible for cooking and Mother Qiao is responsible for cooking the students. Qiao Lan followed Qiao Yuan into the back kitchen. Father Qiao, who was standing and cooking, saw his baby son at a glance, his white and plump face turned into a flower with a smile, "Yuan'er is over."
After taking her son to ask the question, it seemed that she had only seen Qiao Lan. When she saw that Qiao Lan didn't wince, she wouldn't even be able to help. Then she didn't know what Qiao Lan wiped her pale face. Angrily, his father's smile disappeared suddenly.
"Why are Chuan there? So many people in the store don't help, and having two eyes is for venting?"
Qiao Lan glanced back. At this moment, the students should help a lot. After a few seconds of silence, she put down her schoolbag and went out to help Qiao mother plate.
Qiao Lan didn't think there was any problem with this kind of work. In her previous life, she had done all these tasks to collect tuition fees for school.
Bringing out the fried dishes, and then taking back the finished plates, as soon as he entered, he saw Father Qiao quickly fry three dishes and put them in front of the little fat man Qiao Yuan.
Two meat and one vegetable, the dishes are clean, and the oily and greasy dishes sold to students are not of the same grade.
Qiao Lan keeps money to buy lollipops for her classmates every day. She doesn't eat hungry like skinny ones. At this moment, she realized that she was hungry when she saw the meal. She was about to put down the plates and wash his hands to eat. Father Qiao looked at what you were doing. ,
"Wash your hands, wash your hands after you're done for a while, go out and check out your mom quickly," he turned around and looked lovingly, "My son, you eat first, dad will do it if you don't have enough."
Qiao Lan glanced at Father Qiao with a heavy gaze, and then at Qiao Yuan who was eating Zhenghuan. He threw the plate in the sink, washed his hands, picked up the bag and left without looking back.
Father Qiao and Qiao Yuan who didn't react at all were left. After a while, Father Qiao scolded angrily.
"You get me back, who are you going to shake your face? I'm not happy to make you work, right? You don't want to work, you don't know how to learn, and you don't know what the use is..."
Qiao Lan went out with her schoolbag, and cut off Father Qiao's abuse from the eardrum.
I felt it in my pocket, and I still had five dollars. I went to the shop next to me and bought the cheapest and fullest bread. Sitting on a small stone stool not far from the meal, I took out a book and gnawed at the bread while reading.
It's chemistry.
Qiao Lan is quite fortunate that it has just been more than a month since the first year of high school. The content of learning is not too much, even if it is left, it can be quickly made up.
Qiao Lan used to be a liberal arts student, even though it has been a long time since history and geography, there is still a memory. Before wearing the book, Qiao Lan was in her sophomore year. She studied finance, but she was very good at mathematics. She had just taken the sixth test in English.
So the main thing is to supplement physics and chemistry.
After reading a chapter of chemistry while biting on a slice of bread, the sky was getting dark outside, and he finally saw the little fat man walk out of the small restaurant.
Qiao's father and Qiao's mother stood at the door step by step and told his son to pay attention to safety before returning to the store.
Qiao Lan put away the textbook and followed the little fat man back to Qiao's house.
The Qiao family's house is an old house with only six floors. It was bought by the Qiao family a long time ago. Qiao Yuan walked into the corridor humming over the moon. When he turned around, he found a dark figure, shocked.
After seeing Qiao Lan, his eyes widened, and he kicked Qiao Lan's legs smoothly, "What are you doing sneaky, do you want to scare me to death?"
Qiao Lan stepped on Qiao Yuan and walked over without squinting, Qiao Yuan howled, "You are blind!"
Old lady Qiao, who was watching TV at home, heard the howl of her grandson killing a pig, and she hurriedly opened the door, "What's wrong, where's your brother."
"Behind", Qiao Lan stepped into the room, put down her schoolbag into the bathroom, and closed the door.
Qiao Yuan came in crying and clutching his feet. In fact, it didn't hurt after stepping on it, but when he lowered his head, he saw a black footprint on the white sneakers, and he suddenly stopped breathing. These are the new shoes that Qiao's father helped him buy the day before yesterday. I was trampled on, Qiao Yuan
She rushed into Qiao Lan's room and found no one. Then she saw the bathroom light was on, and she started shouting when she stood at the door.
When the old lady Qiao heard that Qiao Lan had stepped on her grandson's foot, she immediately joined the pat on the door, "You are so old, don't you have eyes to walk?"
Qiao Yuan focused not on the pain in his feet but on the shoes, crying, "My new shoes."
"I'll let your third sister wash you..."
"It won't be new after washing..."
The grandmother and grandson yelled one by one outside, and soon arranged a lot of work for Qiao Lan on their own terms.
Qiao Lan used to have no father or mother, so she was in a good mood to support her to go to university. At that time, she always wondered how good it would be to have parents and a family one day.
Now that there are parents, and one more old and one young, Qiao Lan feels in her heart that it is better not to.
With such relatives, she would rather be an orphan.
She had to think of a way to move out, and finally separated from Qiao's family, but now she is still a high school student, where to move out to live, what to do with living expenses, have to slowly plan.
After thinking about this, Qiao Lan turned her gaze on the face in the mirror without paying attention to the movement outside.
At first glance, the entire brow furrowed.
According to the book, the girl Qiao Lan had counterattacked based on her looks.
It is written in the novel that Qiao Lan was not good-looking before high school, she was thin and thin, and had nothing to do with being pretty. Later, he liked Chen Yaoyang, but was disgusted by Chen Yaoyang, and because he was jealous of Song Yao, he harmed Song Yao, so he dropped out of school.
After that, there was no news again, until after a few years, when she returned with a surprise, she hooked up several stupid and rich dudes with one face, and made trouble for Song Yao.
Unfortunately, Qiao Lan is still that yellow-faced clown.
Not only that, Qiao Lan also obviously applied a layer of inferior cosmetics on her face, perhaps bb cream or foundation, which turned pale and purple on her face. That's all, the face is painted but the neck is not painted, so that the color of the ears and neck is a few degrees darker than the face.
In addition, the eyes are also applied with awkward eyeliner, directly turning the double eyelids into inner double.
The corners of Qiao Lan's mouth twitched and squeezed the facial cleanser. After washing it twice, Qiao Lan's facial features were finally revealed.
The face is small, with melon seeds, but because it is too thin, there is no beauty. The bridge of the nose is high, and the lips are not full of girls and slightly thinned. A pair of Ruifeng eyes are slender and raised, forming the finishing touch of the whole face.
Song Yao's apricot eyes and her lips are sweet and harmless. Qiao Lan's face is just the opposite of Song Yao's. Compared with Song Yao, Qiao Lan's features are more aggressive.
No wonder that Qiao Lan can come back amazingly in the future. Such facial features definitely have amazing capital.
However, as the saying goes, one white hides the ugliness and one black destroys everything. Although Qiao Lan is not black, her skin is dull and her complexion is dark yellow, and her complexion is not good, and her whole person loses color. He has long, withered hair, dry lips, and the whole person is thin and non-personal. He also painted the most scoring eyes directly into the inner pair.
No matter how much bb cream is applied, how can it look good without collagen on the face? Qiao Lan is a little bit confused about Qiao Lan's brain circuit in the book. Keep the money, drink more milk and eat more eggs. This look.
Have a good face, and the people who spoiled are neither ghosts nor ghosts.
I washed my face and went out of the bathroom. The Qiao family house was very old but quite big. After all, there were two older sisters before. Qiao Lan looked around and entered the smallest room in the south.
After sitting down for a while, Qiao Yuan kicked the door open, raised his chin and pointed to the shoes at the door.
"Clean it up for me, and the ones that must be washed are exactly the same as the new ones," Qiao Lan urged after watching Qiao Lan motionlessly, "You hurry up, wash and dry earlier, I have to wear it in two days!"