Chapter 143 Fang, the educated youth, and Bai, the educated youth, got into a fight.

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The dinner was prepared by Chef Fang Meng, with Eugene and Xie Weidong as his assistants. The three of them worked together to prepare the meal.

However, no one actually let two people take charge of the ingredients. Each person brought a bowl of rice, a piece of meat, a bunch of green vegetables, garlic sprouts, etc. They brought whatever they had at home. They were all very considerate people and couldn't really go and eat and drink for free.

Four female educated youths, three male educated youths, plus Wei Jia, a total of eight people, cooked seven dishes and one soup.

Kung Pao Chicken, Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs, Braised Pig's Trotters with Soybeans, Braised Pork Belly, Stir-fried Eggs with Garlic Sprouts, Cold Cucumber and Wood Ear Mushroom Salad, Steamed Carp, and a Winter Melon and Shrimp Soup.

I don't know where Fang Meng got a bag of dried shrimp from, but when he paired it with a soup made from winter melon, it was sweet, fresh, and delicious.

It has to be said that Fang Meng's cooking skills are truly excellent, in no way inferior to Bai Nuo's skills, which she secretly learned from various top chefs.

The food on the table was comparable to what people eat during Chinese New Year. The group of friends were surprised and a little embarrassed, but they were not stingy people and their families were all well-off. They remembered the meal and chatted generously, creating a lively atmosphere filled with laughter.

The laughter, accompanied by the aroma, drifted far and wide, causing discontent among many. Unfortunately, no one in the front yard dared to go and cause trouble, or even gossip. They could only grit their teeth and eat their unpalatable porridge and wild vegetables, savoring the aroma.

Meanwhile, in the side courtyard, everyone ate with great satisfaction, leaving not a single bite of the generous portions of food.

While it was still early, the group cleaned up the dishes together. Fang Meng's family didn't have that many dishes, so each family brought their own, which they could then take home to wash.

After they finished tidying up, Sun Yuxi and the others went for a walk together, which also served as a way to accompany Wei Jia back home.

Neither Bai Nuo nor Fang Meng followed. After dinner, Fang Meng dragged Bai Nuo to get her hair combed again, and then she took a small bag of hair ties and hair clips that Fang Meng had specially bought from the city and went home.

When they came out again, Fang Meng pulled them to stand against the wall, right next to the two houses across from each other.

Fang Meng: "Don't move."

Bai Nuo: "Oh, you have to draw it accurately, it can't be too low at all."

Bai Nuo pressed herself tightly against the wall, her entire back of her head against it, straining to look at the young man beside her as he drew a horizontal line on her head with a knife.

"Don't worry, I drew your height from age two to twelve." Fang Meng skillfully carved the little girl's height on the wall, and then took out a ruler.

"You stand aside, let me measure your height."

"oh."

Bai Nuo obediently stood to the side, tilting her head to carefully look at the markings on the ruler. When she saw the last marked size, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey, I've grown two centimeters taller!" Bai Nuo looked at the 1.57-meter mark on the scale with surprise and excitedly patted the young man who was bending over to look at the mark.

"Hey, hey, take it easy, take it easy. I know you're happy, but it doesn't have to be to the point of hurting your second brother's shoulder."

"Hehe, rub it, rub it!" The little girl grinned sheepishly, her fair little hands gently rubbing the young man's shoulders.

"Indeed, it seems that the soil and water of Qishui Brigade are indeed nourishing. My height, which hadn't changed at all in two years, has grown by two centimeters here."

Fang Meng looked at the horizontal bar on the wall and smiled, but when he thought of what the Shanghai authorities had found out about some time ago, his eyes were filled with coldness.

Two years ago, before the little girl was sent away, he received the last letter from Grandma Wei. It said that the little girl ran to the wall where they had carved their heights and squatted there for a whole afternoon. She ignored everyone and no amount of coaxing worked. In the end, she fell asleep and was carried back to her room by Grandpa Bai.

He had already taken leave and was supposed to go back in five days. He thought to himself, "The family really can't do without me. No one can appease my little brat."

As a result, this delay lasted for two years.

He shouldn't have listened to his family in the first place. He should have gone back and taken the little girl away himself. He could have raised her on his own. His special training place was in a mountain valley on the border, far from Beijing. Who could possibly reach them?

Although life on the border is tough, it's still better than being sent to a stranger's home to be bullied. Look at Shanghai these past two years, the kids aren't growing anymore.

"Second Brother?"

Bai Nuo tilted her head and looked at Fang Meng in confusion. Why did this guy suddenly have a world-destroying expression? What's wrong with him now?

"It's okay. I'll make up for the losses of the past two years. Our little girl will definitely grow to be 1.6 meters tall."

"???" Bai Nuo looked at Fang Meng with a question mark on her face, and it took her a while to realize that something was wrong with his words.

I asked sincerely, "Second brother, are you mocking me? 1.6 meters? Tall guy?"

When did 1.6 meters become considered tall?

Fang Meng: "..."

"Hey, Niu Niu, do you want some fruit? I brought you two apples, they're really sweet. Wait for me to come get them!"

Fang Meng turned around and, with a swift stride, ran into his house.

"..." Bai Nuo took a deep breath, squinted slightly, and kept telling himself: I can't kill him, I can't kill him, there's only one of these, it's unique, I really can't kill him!

No, she couldn't bear to feel wronged like this.

"Fang Dadun, prepare to die!"

Her petite figure nimbly darted into the house opposite hers, grabbed an aluminum rice bowl from the side, and immediately a series of clattering sounds came from inside, accompanied by cries of pain that echoed throughout the alleyway of the educated youth's side courtyard.

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