Praise for white porcelain: white as jade, bright as a mirror; thin as paper, sound like a chime. Saturday morning, Tang's house. "Hello, Mr. Tang, I am Xiaoxi's teacher, and my surname is Bai." Bai Ci had no expression on his face and calmly stretched out his hand to say hello. "Hello, Bai Ci." Tang Mou carefully rubbed the other hand he held with a gentleman's face, expressing his happiness in his heart. Bai Ci looked at the big dog in front of him, which obviously looked like it had stolen fish. (Don't ask me, how can a dog steal fish? I also can't understand Mr. Tang's twisted balls.) Tang looked at the confusion in the eyes of the animal in front of him, and the curvature of his mouth became more obvious. The day before, at night, the Tang family. Mr. Tang looked at his son who had just finished eating and was sitting on the sofa, watching cartoons and giggling from time to time, with disgust on his face. "Tang Ruixi, have you finished your homework?" "Yes." "Is the TV good?" "Yes." "Did dinner taste good?" Ruixi thought about the devil's food his father had given him in the past year. Recently, the taste has gradually become closer to normal, and he nodded silently and slowly. "Hmm." "Oh, call your principal now and I'll help you with your math homework tomorrow." "Hmm,,, huh?!!"
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