Back to 1980: Please Love Me Again

Chapter 256 Mom is getting old, woo woo!
Pingyang County, nursing home community.

Cutting the grass does not eradicate the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates; it is better to pursue the poor with the remaining courage, and not to be known as the overlord. After a life-and-death crisis, Zhao Wenmu treats the enemy no longer with the same fear and fear, and becomes more cruel and ruthless.

Because the happiness he promised to Zhao Jing has not been realized, he can't let the little girl lose her father since she was a child!

What's more, Xu Peng and his gang have already committed a heinous crime.

The hustle and bustle on Baicang Mountain has gone with the wind, and the Zhao family has returned to a peaceful life.

After the security upgrade, the small courtyard has a new look. The top of the heightened and reinforced courtyard wall is covered with sharp barbed wire, which adds a bit of ferocity and majesty to the whole building.

However, inside the courtyard wall is a scene of tranquility, harmony and prosperity.

Various flowers and green plants are mixed with tomatoes full of red fruits, green cucumbers, and lentils. A row of clay flowerpots are placed against the corner, and some low plants are crawling in the flowerpots.

It was the strawberry seedling that Zhao Wenmu had worked so hard to find.

Earlier this year, these dainty little seedlings produced delicious strawberries that won the love of little girls.

Compared with the fairly common fruits such as watermelon, pear, and noodle melon, strawberry is really a rare thing at the moment.

After more than a year of careful care by Zhao Jing, there were only a few thin and delicate seedlings, but now they have developed into a small "orchard".

The first thing the little girl does after getting up every day is to sprinkle water on them with a small water bottle.

The little guy was squatting on the ground, muttering some incomprehensible words, probably trying to persuade her strawberry friends to grow up quickly?
Zhao Wenmu was filling her small water bottle.

As if he had a heart-to-heart connection, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, turned his head to look, and saw Zhao Jing, who was wearing an apron and holding a rolling pin in his hand, was looking at him resentfully.

It's just that the little flour on her cheeks made her eyes less lethal, but a little more cute.

"hey-hey."

Zhao Wenmu laughed dryly, and under the gaze of his wife, he unscrewed the small watering can in his hand and poured out half of the water in it.

The beauty standing not far away pursed her lips imperceptibly, then turned and walked into the room.

It has to be said that with Zhao Wenmu and Xiao Nannan, two "little watering experts" who are busy every day, the plants in the yard can still grow healthily. Zhao Jing really has two brushes in taking care of plants.

Add eggs to the flour, stir and knead to form a dough, then roll it into a thin square dough, and then fold it several times in one direction.

Then sprinkle flour on the chopping board, quickly cut the folded dough into thin slices like cutting potato slices, and then shake it lightly in the flour. After sticking to the flour, the noodles are distinct and will not stick to each other or intertwined.

Divide the noodles into small portions and let them dry on a grate.

This is hand-rolled noodles.

It is also Zhao Wenmu's favorite pasta, bar none.

Zhao Jing has already been very proficient in all this, but within ten minutes, with the flip of her fingers, enough noodles for a family of three to feed have been spread on the grate.

Boil in boiling water for a few minutes, then put it in cold boiled water, pour over the scallion oil prepared the night before, and a delicious and tangy scallion oil noodles are placed on the table.

Scallion oil can be added as appropriate according to personal preference.

Zhao Wenmu has a heavy mouth, and usually puts a lot in the noodles.

Of course, besides scallion oil hand-rolled noodles, Zhao Wenmu’s favorites are tomato egg hand-rolled noodles and toon oil hand-rolled noodles.

These are home-made hand-rolled noodles that are very common in Qilu area.

The husband and wife have never clearly stipulated who should do any housework, and everything is silent, as if they have a tacit understanding with one person.

After breakfast, Zhao Wenmu took tools such as planes and saws and worked hard in the yard. After a while, a small swing made of wooden boards and ropes was completed.

In order to sit on it more comfortably, Zhao Wenmu also wrapped a thick layer of old clothes on the wooden board.

Some time ago, the little guy went back to Shanqian Village to live for a few days. Zhao Wenguang made a swing, and the little radish heads had a great time playing.

After coming back, the little guy has been clamoring to install a swing in the yard.

However, if what Zhao Wenguang made is the high-end version of the swing Pro max, the one made by Zhao Wenmu can only be regarded as the youthful low-end version.

After all, the profession has a specialization.

Fortunately, the little girl didn't care about it, she cheered as soon as the swing was completed, and ran over with her short legs.

A small soaring braid was poked on the top of the forehead, and two chubby little hands tightly grasped the rope. Although the little guy was small, he was not weak in strength, and he held it firmly in his hands.

"Giggle" laughter echoed in the small courtyard.

"Dad, get up! Get up!"

The little guy was not afraid at all, and kept urging Zhao Wenmu to push it higher.

Infected by Zhao Zijia's cheerful emotions, Zhao Wenmu also became interested, so his hands became stronger and stronger, and the little guy flew higher and higher.

"Ooh~~"

The little girl screamed with excitement.

Zhao Jing was terrified when she saw it, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and lightly reprimanded:
"Zhao Zijia!"

However, the child Zhao Zijia seemed to have never heard of it, but Zhao Wenmu was shocked.

Daughter-in-law is obviously out of ulterior motives, or it is commonly known as pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, besieging Wei to save Zhao, and secretly keeping Chen Cang.
Driven by the desire to survive, Zhao Wenmu gradually reduced the strength on his hands until the swing finally stopped.

But the little girl was unwilling to let go, and continued to play even after arguing.

"Mama, will you play with me?"

Zhao Jing stepped forward and said softly.

"But only for another 10 minutes."

In the gentle and calm words, there is an unquestionable absolute authority.

Hearing that the little girl could only nod her head reluctantly, she replied softly:
"Can you play for another 10 minutes in the afternoon?"

Hearing the little guy's aggrieved voice, Zhao Wenmu's heart almost melted.

If only Zhao Wenmu was around, the little guy would have to play up and down for half an hour.

This little guy usually only dared to make an inch of it with him, but he was eaten to death in Zhao Jing's hands.

Zhao Jing squatted down and gently touched her little head.

"It's only 10 minutes in the afternoon."

Completely infatuated by the big and small, Zhao Wenmu stood by the side in a daze for a while, and then realized that he was going to boil the water.

Otherwise, it will be very annoying to boil water when it gets hot later.

It is the norm in this era to use dry wood to ignite briquettes to make a fire to boil water and cook.Although Zhao Wenmu has an electric kettle specially bought from Xiangjiang at home, he doesn't use it very often.

Some people don't even use briquettes, they just boil water in a large iron pot for cooking, and then put it in a thermos bottle.

After all, firewood does not cost money.

Zhao Wenmu tried his best to ignite the briquettes, so that his eyes could not be opened for a long time.Moreover, it takes a long time for the briquettes to fully burn, so the efficiency of boiling water is also very low.

Fortunately, in this day and age, most of the time, time is not valuable.

When he finally built the briquette stove and put on the aluminum kettle, suddenly he heard the little girl crying.

Although the little guy is usually naughty, he is not unreasonable and rarely cries.

Zhao Wenmu's heart tightened, and he quickly got up to check.

But I saw the little guy holding Zhao Jing and crying heartbreakingly, and soon he was a little out of breath.

Zhao Jing caressed the little guy's back lightly to comfort her, her eyes were full of distress, but no matter how she coaxed him, the little guy was still crying.

"What's the matter, is this?"

Zhao Wenmu asked anxiously.

"I don't know either. My daughter said her eyes were itchy, so I squatted down to show her if she was blinded by the sand. She was fine just now. Why did she cry all of a sudden?"

Zhao Jing also didn't understand why, so she spoke quickly.

Zhao Wenmu squatted down immediately, looked at the little guy and asked gently.

"Baby, what's wrong? Tell Dad, Dad is here."

Hearing Zhao Wenmu's voice, the little guy seemed to wake up suddenly, hugged Zhao Wenmu's head suddenly, and searched nervously.

Zhao Wenmu was at a loss when he was suddenly hugged and killed by the little guy, but luckily the little guy finally stopped crying.

His hanging heart was just about to let go.

Who would have thought that the little guy let go of him suddenly, turned around and continued to hug Zhao Jing, crying even more heartbroken.

"Mom is old, woo~ Mom, don't die!"

The little guy suddenly shouted.

Zhao Wenmu:?

Zhao Jing:?
(End of this chapter)