The story of the abbot and the teacher

Once upon a time, there was a mountain. There is a temple in the mountains. The abbot and the teacher live in the temple ... this is the story I told Yan Yan's father.

Next time I go home, I hear him shout when I enter the door: Teacher, the teacher is back!

Teacher Bai, as long as it is not extinct, every morning before going out for a run, the teacher must steam breakfast in an electric cooker. There are not many varieties, which are nothing more than meat buns, coarse grain steamed bread, corn and eggs. When I got home, I saw that they had been packed away. Very comforting. After all, bringing home the bacon is one of the responsibilities of teachers.

Before the abbot came home in the evening, the family had prepared the ingredients for dinner. He has made handmade noodles six times since last week. The teacher thinks noodles are the easiest to cook, so he eats them alone at night, but every noodle has meat, eggs, vegetables and side dishes. It can be said that the nutrition is rich and comprehensive, and the pattern is often changed. The teacher's bowl was full of ecstasy, and the abbot was satisfied. Why not? Finally, just wash a bowl. As for when to do it, we have to wait for him to go home and when to go home. This is an unknown number.

In order to provide food for the abbot as soon as possible, noodle soup has been prepared, and the chopped green onion in the oyster sauce noodle bowl has been put away. Everything is ready, except for the COP at the back.

It is still early to wait left and right after seven o'clock, and it is common to wait after eight or nine o'clock.

Take last Wednesday as an example.

The teacher is lying on the sofa reading and waiting. He suddenly heard the sound of the iron door key turning, and then the abbot entered the door with an empty lunch box. The first reaction is: You're back? Next, I suddenly stood up from the sofa and rushed to the bottom of the kitchen. It is predicted that the whole process will take less than 5 minutes, and a bowl of ecstasy can be imported aboveboard.

However, as soon as the noodles were stirred in the pot, the phone rang. "It's time to get off," the abbot said, and walked out without looking back.

Noodles rot in the pot and won't taste good anymore. I can't help it The teacher is reluctant. She eats a whole bowl of noodles for dinner, so housewives won't waste food. This is inevitable.

The teacher continued to sleep at home, finished other housework and began to read.

The sound of turning the key rang again, and I subconsciously looked at the wall clock in the living room. It's past 9 o'clock.

Pushing the door in with a tired abbot, the first thing is to take a bath, and the second thing is to put all the clothes at home into the washing machine.

Meanwhile, the next process in the kitchen is going on. When the abbot sat down on the sofa in the living room, a bowl of fascinating noodles was served to him.

The abbot put noodles in his mouth three times and five times, like a hungry wolf. The phone rang again. He looked at the number "I'm leaving again", answered the phone and said "I'm going to Huarong". He tidied up his things a little and rushed out of the house again without hesitation.

Cleaning the house and doing housework has become a teacher's business. After all this, I can only sleep.

When I got up for a run at five o'clock the next morning, the lunch (working meal) for the next day was already ready at the dinner table. I took a look and really had an appetite. Anti-theft online work clothes have been swaying gently in the wind. The midnight food store and the midnight laundry started again. Work clothes are never washed with my family to prevent virus infection, but always washed by myself.

Once upon a time, there was a mountain. There is a temple on the hill. The abbot lives in the temple and the teacher lives in.

The abbot and the teacher live under the same roof, living next to each other in harmony and unity.

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