Stepmother

    Song Zhaodi tried her best to recall this history, and found that there was only reform and opening up, and she didn't know the exact year, so she couldn't help rubbing her forehead: "Zhong Jianguo, if I say that I regret not studying history well before, you will believe me. ?"

    "I don't believe it." Zhong Jianguo didn't think about it, "You said ten sentences, seven are false and three are true, I can't tell which is true and which is false. ."

    Song Zhaodi hummed twice: "That's because you didn't care."

      Is it okay to talk nonsense and talk nonsense?"

    Song Zhaodi turned to look at him: "Who am I talking nonsense to?"

    "Follow me." Zhong Jianguo pointed at himself, "and only me."

    Song Zhaodi thought for a while.

    Zhong Jianguo pricked up his ears and focused his attention, for fear of missing a word.

    Song Zhaodi looked into Zhong Jianguo's eyes again and smiled: "Then you have to review, why did I target you."

    "No need to review, you did it on purpose." Zhong Jianguo said.

    Song Zhaodi couldn't help blinking: "I did it on purpose, what can you do to me?"

    Zhong Jianguo raised his hand and was about to slap her. When his hand touched her face, he twisted it hard, gritted his teeth, and said, "I really want to slap and slap you."

    "Unfortunately."

    Zhong Jianguo looked up, and Dawa came here with a towel to wipe his sweat: "Have the vegetables been fried?"

    "Does it bother you?" Zhong Dawa didn't answer the question.

    Zhong Jianguo waved at him: "Your voice is too low, I can't hear it clearly, come here and talk."

    "I'm not stupid." Zhong Dawa walked around to the door from the other side, "Don't think I don't know you want to beat me. Mother, the eggplants have been washed and the pot has been cleaned, you go a head."

    Song Zhaodi patted Afraid Zhong Jianguo on the shoulder and stood up: "My son is too old to be deceived."

    "It's even harder to cheat in the future." After Zhong Dawa finished speaking, she ran to wash her face with water.

    Zhong Jianguo wanted to follow him out. He went to the door and turned to the kitchen to drive out the children. He helped Song Zhaodi fry the eggplant box.

    There are many people in the family, and Song Zhaodi grows vegetables in every corner. Among them, the eggplants are planted in four rows, two rows of long purple eggplants, and two rows of blue round eggplants. Long strips of eggplants are used to make fried eggplants. The round and large eggplants are often cut into pieces and stewed with potatoes or other vegetables.

    Zhong Jianguo had never eaten a fried eggplant box. Seeing that there were eight green eggplants on the chopping board, he was a little surprised: "I can finish so much?"

      Seeing Zhong Jianguo wrapping his arms around his chest and staring at her, Song Zhaodi said, "Make a fire and pour the oil into the pot."

    Zhong Jianguo was curious: "Fry it directly?"

    "No." Song Zhaodi opened the cabinet and took out the meat stuffing she had prepared earlier.

    When Zhong Jianguo was serving rapeseed oil, he happened to see: "Do we still have meat tickets?"

    "It's gone now." Song Zhaodi said, "I wanted to buy some onions, but I couldn't. I was afraid that this pound of meat filling would not be enough, so I asked Dawa to borrow some sea rice from Qu's house. Add it to the stuffing."

    Zhong Jianguo wanted to say that the season for eating onions here is too long ago, but when he said that, he glanced outside and saw that several children were not in the house: "Have you been able to buy a lot of Seasonal vegetables?"

    "Yes." Song Zhaodi said, "You can buy all kinds of vegetables and fruits throughout the year, no matter what you want." Chief, if your leaders really send you, try to come back alive."

    Clap!

    The spoon in his hand fell into the pot, Zhong Jianguo looked back, Song Zhaodi was busy stuffing the eggplant, he didn't know what to say, and sighed: "If I can come back alive, Then let's have a daughter, how about that?"

    "Not so good." Song Zhaodi thought without hesitation.

    Zhong Jianguo knew this would be the case, and couldn't help rolling his eyes: "That's my wish."

    "Your wish is not mine." Song Zhaodi asked, "Captain Zhong, why should I help you realize it?"

    Zhong Jianguo panicked: "You are my daughter-in-law, we are husband and wife, husband and wife are one, my wish is your wish."

    "If I have morning sickness or something when I'm pregnant, can you share it?" Song Zhaodi asked again.

    Zhong Jianguo said with a "sigh": "I didn't say it." But he was not reconciled, "Zhao Di, look, God can send you to me, I want a girl , God will surely grant this little wish of mine."

    "Your luck in your life is spent in marrying me." Song Zhaodi said, "I won't be so lucky in the future." Seeing Zhong Jianguo pouted, "Isn't it?"

    How dare Zhong Jianguo say no: "Yes."

    "If you're lucky, you're not as lucky as my brother-in-law." Song Zhaodi said, "You can survive, two sons, and an uncle. But he also wants a daughter, and God will give it to you. He sent a kid."

    Zhong Jianguo waved his hand: "Don't talk about it. When it comes to another kid, my whole person is not well."

    Song Zhaodi pursed her lips and smiled, and suddenly heard a burst of crying.

    "Next door again?" Zhong Jianguo asked.

    Song Zhaodi nodded, but found that she stopped crying: "It should have been coaxed by Captain Shen. Ah, Zhong Jianguo, you said that Mrs. Shen is gone, and Chief Shen will go out tomorrow, they will Will the three of you starve to death?"

    "When Sun Wanru's father ordered her to marry Shen Xuancheng, Sun Wanru must have resisted." Zhong Jianguo said, "If she is willing to die, she will not accept her fate.

    "Since she is afraid of death, she will not starve herself to death. Even if she has never done housework before, it seems that she can't do anything. When Shen Xuancheng leaves, she will definitely be able to learn to wash in one day. Clothes, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning the chicken coop."

    Song Zhaodi: "Then I'll take a look tomorrow."

    "You are also free." Zhong Jianguo glanced at her, disapproving, "September starts, and Dawa and Zili will go to junior high school. Are the high school textbooks you bought before still in the principal? At home? Go to the principal to come back."

    Song Zhaodi: "I took it back long ago and locked it in the cabinet upstairs."

    "Will Erwa be able to draw clothes now?" Zhong Jianguo felt that he had to find something for Song Zhaodi to do to save her trouble.

    Song Zhaodi shook her head: "I haven't painted it yet."

    "You can learn." Zhong Jianguo said.

    Song Zhaodi: "I think so too. But our cloth really can't train Erwa."

    "Is there no other substitute?" Zhong Jianguo asked, "You used to learn to make clothes, and practice your hands directly with good fabrics?"

    Song Zhaodi thought about it carefully, her eyes lit up: "I thought of it, sack!"

    "Sacks?" Zhong Jianguo was surprised.

    Song Zhaodi nodded: "In time for the school to start tomorrow, I took some chalk from the school and kept the size of Erwa. Several children used Erwa as models."

    "Then you have to discuss it with Dawa and Sanwa." Zhong Jianguo reminded her.

    Song Zhaodi put the eggplant box hung with paste into the oil pan: "With this thing, the big baby doesn't dare to hum."

    Around seven o'clock, it was still dark, and when the Zhong family was eating, Song Zhaodi told the five children about "making clothes from sacks".

    Zhong Jianguo reached out and took the fried eggplant box in front of him, Zhong Dawa was honest.

    Erwa was happy, grinned enough, and said, "Brother, don't be unhappy, I will make you more beautiful."

    "Sacks!" Da Wa glared at him, "What kind of clothes can sacks make? Shut up now. Don't wait for me to beat you."

    My parents are here, so Erwa doesn't worry about being beaten: "Then I'll make your clothes ugly."

    "You dare?!" Zhong Dawa raised her fist, "I'll knock out your newly grown front teeth."

    Erwa hurriedly stood up: "Sanwa, let's change seats."

    "Change what!?" Zhong Jianguo frowned, "Eat well. If he dares to knock out your teeth, I will break all his teeth."

    Erwa was happy again: "Brother, just cooperate with me."

    "Big baby, don't say it anymore." Song Zhaodi said, "Go to take a shower after dinner. The clothes-making thing has not yet happened. If you can't buy sacks, it's useless."

    Erwa: "Mother, we have sacks in our house."

    "That's for vegetables." Song Zhaodi pointed at him, "If you dare to open the bag secretly, Zhong Erwa, I won't teach you in the future."

    The big baby is very happy: "Erwa, tell me directly which bag you want to open, and I will help you."

    "Bad!" Zhong Erwa glared at him and stuffed a eggplant box into her mouth.

    Song Zhaodi wanted to laugh and felt distressed. When she went to bed at night, she couldn't help but follow Zhong Jianguo. I really hope to wake up tomorrow morning and see in the newspaper the cancellation of the cloth ticket.

    Zhong Jianguo didn't want to hit her, so when he thought that Song Zhaodi didn't want to give him a daughter, he said, hurry up to sleep, it's faster to dream. The voice fell, and he was kicked on the leg.

    Because of his own cheap mouth, Zhong Jianguo did not dare to fight back, so he stripped all the clothes off Song Zhaodi.

    The next morning, at six o'clock, Zhong Erwa sat up, and it took a while to realize that it was time for him to cook this morning.

    I went to bed at nine o'clock last night, and the second baby couldn't sleep, so I went down wearing big pants and saw his father in the kitchen, and he was immediately happy: "Dad, you are making a mother angry again. ?"

    "Yeah." Zhong Jianguo said, "It's because of you. By the way, the newspaper your mother ordered should be delivered later, I look at the sky and want to rain, you go and get the newspaper Take it in."

    Erwa: "It's still early. The postman usually comes at seven. Dad, let me set the fire for you."

    "No." Zhong Jianguo waved his hand, "I won't cook vegetables in the morning, I'll just make two pots of cucumbers. Go and tell my brother and brother to get up to wash my face and brush my teeth. By the way, don't call your mother."

    Erwa looked at him and smiled: "I know. Mother will wake up naturally, and eat when she wakes up, so she won't be angry with you."

    Zhong Jianguo wanted to beat him.

    It was almost seven o'clock. Song Zhaodi went downstairs and saw two pots of luscious cucumbers. She couldn't help but tut, "Commander Zhong's cooking skills have also inherited the fine traditions of our army."

    "What do you mean?" asked subconsciously.

    Big baby: "Bear hard and stand hard work."

    "Nonsense!" Zhong Jianguo said, "It's hard work."

    The big baby nodded: "It's all bitter anyway. I can't compare with my mother."

    "It can't be compared." Zhong Jianguo said, "The luxury of luxury can't be increased. I decided that from today until your school starts, our family will be vegetarian."

    Song Zhaodi glanced at him: "What you say is not accurate. What are you talking about." After speaking, she went out to wash her face and brush her teeth.

    "Why can't I be accurate?" Zhong Jianguo followed.

    Song Zhaodi squeezed toothpaste and said, "Your son can cook."

    Zhong Jianguo was dumbfounded. When he turned around, he saw someone in the next courtyard. He stopped abruptly and walked to Song Zhaodi: "Look west, don't be too deliberate."

    "She, she's cooking vegetables?" Song Zhaodi turned her head to look, surprised, "Zhong Jianguo, you know her well."