No matter how cute the little kid is, it is still a matter of Qin Zhigang's family. For them, Fang Ning and others are just outsiders.

The winter is warm and the temperature is suitable, and the community yard is extremely lively, and a large group of people chat.

Most of these people are old ladies and grandpas who have nothing to do, basking in the sun under the vine rack.

Fang Ning came over with a cute little baby. The child was pinched by these unscrupulous aunts, saying that his eyes were watery and his face was tender and smooth, and then he was pinching the child's cock.

So, Fang Ning hugged him and fled in a hurry, causing a burst of laughter.

Speaking of which, grandma is a nanny to take care of the child, in fact, except for feeding, she is taught by Fang Ning and Fang Wei for most of the time. Anyway, she has nothing to do, so having a baby is not that lonely.

Yu Xiaole ran to his house and looked at Fang Ning, who turned into a dad in surprise, and was stunned, "Where did you get the kid you got?"

"We will help take care of other people's homes." Fang Ning lazily lay on the rooftop of the villa, and the cute little kid also lay on the chair, basking in the sun, extremely lazy, as if she couldn't lift anything.

"Oh, it's very cute." Yu Xiaole pinched the child's face, as smooth as an egg with an eggshell, with a white and red color, making people love it.

"What did you come to you today?"

"There is nothing else, come and see you." Yu Xiaole squatted.

Fang Ning threw a look of contempt and didn't see him for most of the winter vacation, and then suddenly came to see him. Who would believe it?

Yu Xiaole smiled shyly and felt a little embarrassed. "Aren't you here to ask for your help?"

"Tell me, what happened?"

"I've been short of money recently and want to borrow some money to spend it."

Fang Ning remembers that he has a small treasury and is not a person who loves to spend money. Why did he suddenly borrow money from himself? But this is his private matter, so he didn't ask much, "How much do you borrow?"

"one thousand……"

Fang Ning, who was still lying lazily on the chair and drinking tea, almost choked by the water. She sat up, coughed hard, and patted her chest, "Can you spend all your money by borrowing a thousand?"

"If you want to give me two thousand, I don't mind."

"I'll go and have a look." Fang Ning stood up.

When he came back, Yu Xiaole was teasing the cute little kid with his fingers. When he saw Fang Ning coming, he asked him, "Why am I teasing him and you don't even speak?"

"He can't hear you." Fang Ning gave him the cash. It was all he had in the cabinet. If you have something urgent, you don't have to withdraw money.

"I will pay you back when I have New Year's money at the end of the year."

"Whatever."

Cheng Xi works as an assistant teacher in the Taekwondo Hall, and teaches students meticulously in a white Taekwondo uniform, and teaches each move several times.

This Taekwondo hall was opened by his father's friend. It was originally ambitious and wanted to grow bigger and even open a chain branch. Unfortunately, the reality was too cruel. After six or seven years of operation, it still did not improve at all.

My father Cheng sent her here to practice, but he just helped her to strengthen her body and had no other ideas.

But who knew that Cheng Xi had had this talent since childhood. As long as he studied hard, he could learn it and be more proficient in others.

This is no exception. After mastering the key points of Taekwondo, the owner of the museum asked her to be an assistant teacher. Moreover, because of her youth and beauty, she also attracted many crazy bees and butterflies to come.

It is not easy to take advantage of the bad guys. Most of the boys with other thoughts are either because she uses teaching demonstrations or because she uses them to practice movements. They are beaten to the point of bruising on their faces, and they still say the reason not to refute.

As time goes by, the young male students become much colder about the girl.

The owner of the museum is a middle-aged bald man with a lot of beards on his face and doesn't look good. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why few people in Shanying Taekwondo Hall are interested in it.

It was the beginning of the month. The owner of the museum paid the salary to the two middle-aged coaches, so he called Cheng Xi over and paid the salary.

Cheng Xi counted the money carefully. The salary was not much, less than three thousand, but for a student, it was a huge sum of money. Besides, she never used money indiscriminately, and the money she saved in four years was nearly 150,000.

Among Fang Ning and others, they can be regarded as a wealthy little woman.

After receiving the salary, what should I go home and what should I do. Cheng Xi changed his clothes and was ready to go home.

She walked to the street outside the Taekwon Hall and saw Fang Ning holding a child, looking around with a thief head, looking a little funny.

Fang Ning obviously saw Cheng Xi and began to wave from a distance.

"Where are you kids?"

Fang Ning smiled. "The adults are taking care of their children when they are taking care of them."

"What a cute kid?"

"After three and a half years old, I will be four years old after the Chinese New Year."

"Oh." Cheng Xi touched his soft little face and said, "You're so obedient."

"Well, don't make noise or make trouble."

"Fang Ning, I'm paid my salary. Do you want to eat something?" Cheng Xi bit his lower lip.

"Okay, where to go!"

"have no idea."

"I remember there is a snack bar that tastes very good, and I don't know if it is still open." Fang Ning thought for a while.

"Then let's go over and take a look first."

Fang Ning held the child and took Cheng Xi to the direction of Yizhong. Shanying Taekwondo was on the edge of the river, so he didn't have to go through the traffic lights and just walked the path.

No. 1 Middle School is becoming more and more prosperous, and the shops on the streets are springing up like mushrooms after a rain. Now it is almost the New Year but it is not yet. Many people want to make some money at the end of the New Year.

They searched for a small shop opposite No. 1 Middle School and finally found the two snack shops.

One is a crispy corn shop. The store is very small and can only accommodate the staff. It will not take long to accommodate the fried corn, so most people will pack it and take it away.

“This crispy corn tastes good, I had it last time.”

"What flavor do they have?" Cheng Xi asked.

"There are cumin, sweet plums, tomatoes, spicy, slightly spicy, and sweet. I like to eat spicy flavors. Each flavor here corresponds to a different cup with cartoon patterns on it, which is very cute." Fang Ning briefly introduced.

"What do you two want to eat?" The male clerk greeted them.

"Give me a spicy one."

"I eat tomatoes."

"Okay, are you here to eat, or pack it and take it away?" the male clerk shouted.

"Do you see there is a place to eat here?" Fang Ning said with a smile.

Cheng Xi carefully watched the male clerk cook crispy corn. When making it, he first cooked the starched corn in boiling oil, then took it out, coated it with white sauce, and added other ingredients, and the amount of corn was also very sufficient.

This process takes five or six minutes, and Fang Ning took Cheng Xi to the next door cold noodle shop.

"Is this signature name Pig Nailshen Liang Noodles really a bit strange?" Cheng Xi looked up at the name of the store above his head and said strangely: "Does there be pig Nailshen in the cold noodle?"

"No, this pig's head is just the name of the store." Fang Ning smiled slightly.

The boss asked how much do you want?

Fang Ning said let’s have two copies.

The cold noodles in his shop are square, different from the usual round ones, and are very handmade.

The cold noodles, hot fried eggs, fresh shredded kelp, shredded cucumber, coriander leaves, supplemented with crispy peanuts and an exclusive secret soup, tastes super good.

Fang Ning and the others took crispy corn and cold noodles to rest under the rockery next to No. 1 Middle School. The soft lawn was sitting on the ground and put the children on the grass.

The cute little kid is very spicy. At least Fang Ning gave him spicy crispy corn, but he didn't call it spicy, but he had a taste of it.

Someone passed by the side of the road. When they saw the three of them, they all looked at each other, with a little curious.

The cute little kid has become the best help for two people to communicate intimately, holding the children with each other.

Either Fang Ning couldn't help but hold Cheng Xi's little hand, and she didn't retreat, just glanced at him and shook her head again.

"It's the New Year almost!"

"Um."

"Are there any new plans?" Fang Ning asked.

"New plan?" Cheng Xi tilted his head and thought, "It's probably to study hard and try hard to get into the top ten."

"Why don't you think further?"

"That's not realistic. It's good to have dreams, but you can't always dream in the daytime." Fundamentally, Cheng Xi is a more rational person.

"Not necessarily." Fang Ning raised his finger and shook it, "Did you forget? You have to divide the liberal arts and sciences into the second year of high school. You can avoid some people. The first few years of grades may not be a dream that can only be thought about."

After Fang Ning said this, Cheng Xi understood.

Most of the top ten people in the grade now have good grades in liberal arts, which is easy to get higher scores. For example, Cheng Keshu, the first grade in the grade, prefers to have good grades in liberal arts, and Tang Kun and Li Tao are all good grades in liberal arts, which also destined that their future choice is to have a big advantage in liberal arts, rather than immediately.

Cheng Xi is different. Her grades are more focused on science, and she also chooses a science class in the second year of high school.

Without so many mountains pressing above her head, she may have the opportunity to stand out.

Besides, opportunities are created by people.

With only perseverance and talent, Cheng Xi's success is just around the corner.

"You chose science in the second year of high school." Cheng Xi did not use a question mark tone, but directly affirmed it.
To be continued...