For the remaining details, interested students will naturally use the time between classes to understand.

Lu Li actually didn't have much hope for how many people could sign up in her class.

But the depression of sitting in the last row was put in my heart.

Because the more he studied, the more he discovered his shortcomings.

The weakness of basic knowledge, the confusion of knowledge points, and the disconnection of connected knowledge have all become obstacles to his improvement in grades and the highest resistance to answering questions.

Nowadays, there is only one way to make up for these shortcomings.

That is, in the premise of preview, systematically and simply connect the previous knowledge points.

And this opportunity is now placed in front of you.

Because the courses tutored by teachers in these subjects must be the knowledge that best meets the current teaching needs.

Similarly, he will also assist students in making up for their past shortcomings and provide targeted and effective tutoring for their students.

Therefore, this course that costs 100 yuan a week and requires 400 yuan a month is very important for him.

But this fee...

For the current sedimentation, it is still a bit high.

This little money may be a trivial price among children from families like Miao Weiting and Ruan Rou.

Even after hearing the price, several of the classmates showed an expression of unbearable look.

Chendu has never paid attention to the market for tutoring classes before.

But he subconsciously felt that the tutoring fee for a junior high school teacher should not be only 20 yuan for two classes and 10 yuan for one class.

But even if it is a conscience price, can your family easily bear it?

With such doubts, after dinner, Ruan Rou and Miao Weiting were sent out of the sank of the alley and turned to the place where the small tailor shop opened in his home.

In late autumn, the city of Beijing is not as gentle as the south.

A few small winds mixed with gravel were whizzing towards the deep collar.

He put together the green military coat that Chen Yaojun had hung at the door on weekdays, and ran for a few steps with his neck tightened, then pushed open the small shop at the entrance of the alley with lights on.

At this time, Chen Yaojun, who was working on night shift, had not yet gotten off work. He Hongying, who was waiting for the meal to be delivered by Shen Du, was sitting behind the sewing machine, locking the trousers for the next order.

He Hongying grinned when she heard the sound at the door.

"Great, what are you going to eat tonight?"

Chen Du turned around and opened the insulation bucket in his hand, put the rice on the grid above, and the cooking dishes were specially ripped for He Hongying underneath.

Because the insulation bucket was newly sent by Ruan Rou's father, he carried it all the way, and when he opened it, there was a gentle breath inside.

Shen Du didn't know how to say it clearly, but he took out a pair of chopsticks with fresh-keeping bags from the pocket of the military coat and handed them to He Hongying's hand, so he could find out by himself.

"It's all your favorite food. We're almost done. Let's finish the work early."

It was a bit cold this day, and there was only one stove in the shop, and there was no heating for unified heating.

Because I opened a door outside and treated it with the door, if the stove was boiled at this time, I would not say anything about it, the smell of coal smoke would make people from the shops next to me despise it.

He Hongying was also very arrogant. She rubbed her fingers and put the work in her hand on the case first. She got up and took the insulation bucket. She moved a square stool in the small open space of less than three square meters as a table. She squatted in a small stool and ate the food in the insulation bucket.

When He Hongying got off the chopsticks, turned out the dishes full of chopsticks, and smeared them on the white rice, she saw clearly the food her son had packed for her.

The fried carrot sauce was also covered with a layer of crispy fried river shrimp.

All are authentic old Beijing home-cooked.

Is it better to be clear to the previous one?

But He Hongying, who likes to eat sauce, likes this home-cooked dish the most.

There is nothing else, I have to eat.

The most authentic thing about making this dish at home is the degree of durability.

He would cut the diced carrots, lean meat and tofu to the same size, and stir-fry these ingredients little by little on the heat in the order of ripening first and then cooking.

In addition, the yellow noodle sauce produced in the local soy sauce farm was stir-fried over high heat and put it in the pan. It was sticky when placed on the plate, so wet that it was not dry at all.

Just like she now, she smoothed the mayonnaise on the chopsticks on the white rice, and mixed the carrots and diced meat with this piece of rice that turned into red sauce, and stuffed it into her mouth full of...

Hey!

The glutinous rice, the toughness of diced meat, the crispness of carrots and the softness of tofu are integrated into one place, forming the most complex and most variable combination of taste.

The nine-point salty aroma plus a little sweetness become the most satisfying taste of home-cooked dishes.

It looks ordinary, but it is the most inseparable existence that suits the tastes of the public.

He Hongying was very satisfied with this meal.

When she put down the insulation bucket and burped in satisfaction, she found that she had taken over her position and sat behind the desk, locking her two pairs of pants that she had not finished just now.

This son's skill is really like him.

When He Hongying satisfies her chin and looks at her son working seriously.

The boy who bit off the thread with his teeth raised his eyelids and asked a question that should not be a question that a child should ask.

"How is the business this month? How much money did you make?"

This is to be put in ordinary families. If your third-year junior high school child dares to ask this, the more irritable mother will yell with her ears: "It's all your business!"

But this is in the Shen family, a strange family that started to worry about poverty in the first grade of junior high school.

Have a pair of Buddha-nature parents who need to urge their own children to work hard.

In the field of making money to support their families, they never regarded Shen Du as an ordinary child, but instead placed him as an equal friend to talk about, and talk about his income this month.

So, He Hongying naturally reported a number to Shen Du.

"It's more than 3,700 yuan!"

"Excluding the rent of this house, it is more than 2,900 yuan!"

"This is much more than what I earned in the embroidery factory!"

No, adding all the messy things is equivalent to making an extra thousand, one hundred yuan.

What's more, the rent for this house was the investment of Uncle Ruan, but they paid the rent for one year at a time.

Chen Du felt that this number was indeed good and unreasonable...m.
Chapter completed!