"Ah, so it may be that all of the yogurts we eat are natural, but many of them are rigorously tested and appear in supermarkets first?"
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Elisa's mother sipped her tea and chewed arrow rubber on a glass dish
"You won't have time for cake again today!" Elisa's mother turned from her chair to look at Elisa's chopping position
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"Lean down a little more and use your hand harder." "Said Elisa's mother, putting her apron back on and preparing dinner.
After Elisa's mother washed the dishes, Elisa was awakened by the cry of the stomach, opened her eyes, and looked at the post-it notes on the stage. Then she anxiously finished eating the food.
"So, you don't have to prepare your own breakfast for a week."
Elisa ate her lunch, wiping the counter clean and carefully wiping the dishes in the dish.
"Well, I'll keep practicing today, too." Elisa said enthusiastically, standing again on the cutting board
"Meow." Transformer says in a languid voice, Elisa’s mother immediately put out her arm Transformer into her room.
"Shh" Elisa's mom makes a quiet gesture and offers Transformer some cat food from the corner of the room.
Elisa's mom turns off the room light and says to Transformer.
"You can sleep quietly here today."
Elisa’s mother covers the quilt well, lying on the right side, so as not to be affected too much by the sound of Elisa practice, but gradually with the clock in the home walking and chopping sound, Elisa’s mother can get up and send to sleep more than before, but the Transformer constantly issued meow or wake up Elisa mother.
Elisa's mother hurriedly carries Transformer out of the room, Elisa immediately looked behind.
"Woke you? Sorry." Elisa smiled helplessly and put the knife down.
"It's your cat." Elisa's mom stretches the Transformer forward with her arm.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Elisa hastily tidies things on the table. As Elisa's mother looks at her, she glances again at the wall clock where Elisa stands
2:30 in the morning, see this time Elisa mother tried to restrain her cry, see Elisa face dazed and trance expression really let her do not know where to open, after watching Elisa holding Transformer to go up to their room, Elisa mother turned on and off the light.
"Ding ding ding" in Elisa's mother's room early in the morning the cell phone rang a few times, Elisa mother opened the interface, turn off all the alarm clocks, look at Elisa at 6:45 to distribute the latest news. It says, "I had lunch today on my way to school." Looking at elisa's mother at 7:30 a.m., Liz sighs, "I wanted to wake her up at 6:00 am in case she was late. Elisa's mother swipes her phone and goes back to sleep.
Elisa, now at school, is getting the attention of two classmates.
"Oh, Elisa is amazing. She got a 97 on her French assignment." Naira gave a look of longing
"Hey, your name is Elisa, and 97 is said to be the highest average score in this assignment!" The boy sitting in front of Elisa is smiling at her
"Oh, that's all right." Elisa touched her head sheepishly
"Teach me French." "Naira said excitedly
"Even if you say so, I..." Elisa doesn't know how to react
"Then let's make a quid pro quo." The boy in front laughed
"I don't know you very well." Elisa responded with a resigned smile
"My name is Arturo, and I'm in the same class as you and Miss Melissa's demo class and lab. What's the name of the girl next to you?"
"My name is Naira, and I'm Elisa's best friend. I go to Mrs. Melissa’s demo with her most of the time, but laboratory is gone." 'Said Naira, with her energy rising
"You'll help us with French, and Naira and I will help you with the cooking. I'm sure none of us will want to do it again, especially French, which is a very time-consuming subject." Arturo put his hands behind his head and said calmly.
"All of them, but what?" Elisa asked, confused
"We could go to one of our three houses, but the cats have mine." Arturo looked at Elisa and Naira leisurely
"It's not convenient for me either, because my house is a fish cooking business, and although there is a kitchen, it has to be used by the guests." Naira replied thoughtfully
"What about Elisa?" Arturo asked
"Well, in my case, there's plenty of room in the kitchen, but I... I want to think about it, "Elisa says
"It doesn't matter, you can ask your family for permission first, but I really hope you can help us with French. After all, Elisa is the only one who can get more than 85 points in this class. Let's become a good helper of mutual trust." Arturo leans forward and gently places his hand on Elisa's desk.
"For those of you in the fourth and fifth rows, please talk after class. Although most of you have passed the test, as a teacher, I am really worried about your sister's performance. I hope you can do your best." Ms. Shelly, with her flowing blond hair and doll-like brown eyes, pressed her hand to the lectern and spoke in French, with serious, gentle eyes
"Teacher." Arturo raised his right hand.
"Please." Ms. Shelly pointed her finger toward Arturo's position.
"Are we going to have group work this term?" Arturo asked lazily
"Yes, just once, so don't rely on group scores, work alone." "Ms. Shelly replied
Arturo turned again to look at Elisa
"So the three of us will work together for the rest of the French class." Arturo laughed
'I agree! Naira replied positively
Ms. Shelly tapped her hand on the table again and cast her eyes on Arturo's seat
"You can save what you want to say until after class."
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Arturo stretches and speaks carelessly
"But Ms. Shelly, we're working on a group project?"
Ms. Shelly was clearly impatient
"That will be three weeks from now."
"Ah!? All right." Arturo says, disappointed, but when he turns to look at Elisa again, his face is fresh
"The French group in three weeks!" Arturo said mischievously
"Ah..." Elisa wondered how to respond to Arturo's youthful smile
"Me too, please." Naira rested her chin on her hand and watched Elisa and Arturo in secret.
"Beep." The bell rings at the end of the school day, and everyone in class hurriedly organizes their backpacks, except Elisa, who takes her time to load her books into her backpack and then access her French teacher, Ms. Shelly.
"I was wondering what the group project might be about?" Elisa, with her schoolbag on her back, stands at the podium and talks to Ms. Shelly
"It's possible to have members of each group design restaurant menus in French." Ms. Shelly says with a smile
"That sounds interesting." Elisa's eyes flickered
"The details will be announced in about two weeks, so I'll leave." Ms. Shelly gives a satisfied smile, waves goodbye to Elisa, and leaves the classroom
Elisa looked at the empty classroom, straightened the untidy chairs a little, and looked at the clock on the wall.
"3:15pm, chopping today, too," Elisa says enthusiastically as she gets on the bus for the journey home.
"You're back." Elisa's mother, injured and holding a plate of fried almonds, says with relief at the sound of keys opening the door
"Want some, Elisa?" Elisa's mother chewed the fried almonds again and again, passing the plate on her hand
"Not today." Elisa shakes her head, puts her bag down on the chair, quickly pulls out the cat food and grabs the cutting board again.
"Are you losing weight?" Elisa asked mockingly, looking at the carrots and white radishes on the green cutting board
However, Elisa's chopping and preoccupation with her thoughts completely shut her out of the outside world.
Elisa's mother returned to her seat, eating fried almonds and typing on her computer. About two hours later, Elisa’s mother punches her shoulder, looks up slightly at the ceiling, and when she looks at the computer screen again, she's drawn to a shopping website that pops up.
"New style, dark blue dress." Elisa's mother studied the whole set on her own, then looked at the price, and her mood suddenly rose.
"Elisa!" "She exclaimed, turning to Elisa
"..." She asks gently as she walks past Elisa as she clears the dishes from the table and heads to the refrigerator
"Is there anything in particular you'd like tonight?"
Elisa stopped, looked her mother in the eye, and smiled back, "Soup?"
Watching her daughter's tired smile, Elisa's mother crossed her arms and moved a little closer to Elisa
"Is tomato soup, OK?"
Elisa listens, hesitates for a few seconds, then answers
"Is fish soup, OK?"
Elisa's mother sighs softly and slowly studies Elisa's face
"Although fishponds are suitable for students like you not from protein, but today's tomato soup? It has hydrating and beautiful effects on your now dry skin."
"Good, good." Elisa answered in a soft voice, then grasped the knife again in her hand, which she could feel slightly stronger than before. She tried to hold the knife harder, and after a minute of class, her shoulder was aching. She put down the knife again and again looked at her mother standing in front of the refrigerator.
Will I be able to cook decent, satisfying food someday? Elisa couldn't help thinking
With all the tomatoes out on a little dinner plate Elisa's mom turns around and sees Elisa's silent expression and says,
"Don't worry, Elisa. I won't take your place to practice. I recently bought a new green board."
"Yes, that's right." Elisa somewhat embarrassed said, wiping the sweat on her face and continued to study the teacher about 1mm, 0.5mm red, white radish cutting technology.
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