Stepmother

    Around twelve o'clock, Zhong Jianguo got out of the car and saw a group of children sitting under a big tree not far away, with their feet on their feet, squinting, looking into the distance, and then turned around and entered the house : "Mr. Song, your son has expanded his army again?"

    Song Zhaodi was making buns and didn't hear clearly: "Your regiment has expanded its army? Are you going to fight again?"

    "Don't be rude. It's just been two days and you're fighting again, so you're not afraid that your man will die from exhaustion." Zhong Jianguo saw a glass of water on the table, and he drank it, "I saw a There must be a dozen children around the baby, he won't tell books outside, right?"

    Song Zhaodi's eyelids twitched twice and raised her head: "No, self-reliance and rehabilitation are also there, they will remind the big baby that it is enough. Wash your hands and help me make buns."

    "How come it's not as big as an egg." Zhong Jianguo glanced at it, "Your bag is so small, and there are so many people in our family, how much is enough to eat."

    Song Zhaodi thought about it: "One hundred."

    "Cough!" Zhong Jianguo quickly covered his mouth, "One, one hundred?!"

    Song Zhaodi nodded: "I only pack twenty. If you still want to eat on time, help me roll the dough."

    Zhong Jianguo got up to wash his hands, and when he came back and sat next to Song Zhaodi, he realized that something was wrong: "Tofu oil **** stuffing?"

    "Have you ever eaten fried buns?" Song Zhaodi asked.

    Zhong Jianguo: "I have heard of it, but I have never eaten it."

    "Want to eat?" Song Zhaodi asked with a smile.

    Zhong Jianguo couldn't help licking the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Song, try it for the first time. How can you guarantee that it's delicious?"

    "No guarantee." Song Zhaodi said, "Just ask if you want to eat it."

    Zhong Jianguo: "Don't go around me. Tell me, how to roll."

    Zhong Jianguo nodded: "A 200-pound pig can be put in it for a bath. Why do you ask this?"

    "Bought or made to order?" Song Zhaodi asked again.

    Zhong Jianguo: "Of course it's made to order. It's not available on the market."

    "Help me make a frying pan." Song Zhaodi said, "It doesn't need to be too big, just fifty centimeters in diameter. By the way, add a shovel."

    Zhong Jianguo stopped, tilted his head and looked at Song Zhaodi: "I said, you were a fool in your last life, a designer in the fashion circle, and you are an intellectual in this life, like a scorpion. That kind of thing, I saw it once at Dawa's grandma's house when I grew up, and I still don't know how to cook it. How can you know better than me?"

    "Because I live a lifetime longer than you." Song Zhaodi said, pausing, "Captain Zhong, don't you suspect that I was not a fashion designer before, but a chef?"

    Zhong Jianguo: "I believe you used to be a tailor."

    "Tailor?!" Song Zhaodi stared, "Say it again!"

    Zhong Jianguo hurriedly handed her the dough: "Designer, designer. National player, okay?"

    "Almost." Song Zhaodi said it, realizing that what she said was too natural, and explained, "If I live another 30 years, I should be able to become the first person in the industry."

      Trouble?"

    "It's very troublesome." Song Zhaodi said, "If you have a frying pan, you can do it twice."

    Zhong Jianguo replied, "If you don't have it, ten times?"

    "Almost." Song Zhaodi thought for a moment, "I'll call in a few children, you guys pack, I'll do it?"

    Zhong Jianguo nodded.

    Song Zhaodi stood at the gate and shouted: "Dad, stand on your own, eat."

    "What do you want to eat?" The plate was stuffed into Regen's arms, and the big baby ran over.

    Song Zhaodi said loudly, "Fried buns."

    "What is a fried bun? Erwa." Ma Zhenxing grabbed Erwa.

    Erwa shook her head: "I don't know. It's delicious anyway."

    "Can I eat at your house?" Ma Zhenxing asked.

    Around one o'clock, the Zhong family of seven drank white rice porridge, ate egg and tofu fried buns, and patted cucumbers.

    The sister-in-law Chen of the Lin family next door to the Zhong family was about to faint. At the Ma's house 100 meters away, Zhou Shufen was about to cry.

    At half past one, Zhou Shufen took her son's hand and said, "Go, follow me to Zhong's house."

    Ma Zhenxing didn't understand: "Why go to Zhong's house?"

    "Aren't you going to eat some burnt leaves, fried buns?" Zhou Shufen said, "Go to Zhong's house to eat."

    Ma Zhenxing shook off Zhou Shufen's hand: "If I want to go with you, I won't go."

    Zhou Shufen turned to her younger son, "Do you want to eat?"

    Ma Zhengang nodded: "Want to eat. Mom can't do it?"

    "I've never heard of fried buns before, how can I make them for you?" Zhou Shufen glared at what others were eating, and then started arguing with her eldest son, "I'm going to learn from Teacher Song. Make fried buns."

    Ma Zhenxing thought about it: "Then I'll go with you."

    Song Zhaodi rubbed her stomach when she saw what Zhong Jianguo was eating, her eyes still staring at the steamed buns on the plate, her forehead black line: "It's not some delicacies from mountains and seas. Tofu, lard residue, eggs and noodles, you can eat them anytime you want. You can do it all, how about you act like you haven't had the last meal?"

    "The ingredients are common, but it takes time to make this thing." Zhong Jianguo glanced at Song Zhaodi, "You talk about cooking all day to see your mood, I always feel that the next time I have to wait until August 15th Moon Festival."

    Song Zhaodi handed him the plate: "Eat it all at once?"

    "No, no, I can't eat it." Zhong Jianguo was talking, and seeing Dawa's movements, he slapped him on the hand, "Put it down."

    The big baby screamed and covered her hands: "Dad, what are you doing?"

    "You eat too much." Song Zhaodi said, "Your father is afraid that you will burst your stomach. Drink water later."

    Zhong Dawa is embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Dad."

    "One is more foolish than the other." Song Zhaodi pointed to a row of sons, "Your father only ate ten or so, and each of you killed ten." After a pause, "How could I have your group? Stupid son."

    "I'm not stupid." Sanwa stretched out her finger, "Mom, I ate six, not ten. Self-reliant brother ate—hic..."

    The self-reliant face turned red, and he lowered his head subconsciously, thinking that Song Zhaodi would not see him by doing so.

    Song Zhaodi shook her head and sighed, picked up two dishes, raised her head, and her eyes widened: "Why are you walking silently?"

    "It's you who didn't hear it." Zhou Shufen came in, "You're holding a fried bun, right? Put it down and give our family a taste."

    Er ​​Wa said loudly, "No!"

    "It doesn't matter." Song Zhaodi said, "You can go to revitalize the family later and see what delicious food is in his vegetable garden. Pick some and I will make something delicious for you." Saying that, he put down the two dishes, turned the chopsticks over, and handed them to Ma Zhenxing and Ma Zhengang.

    The two brothers looked at Zhou Shufen subconsciously.

    Zhou Shufen nodded.

    Ma Zhenxing let out a shy smile: "Thank you, Teacher Song."

    "Your family didn't cook at noon?" Song Zhaodi asked.

    Zhou Shufen: "Steamed buns with mixed noodles and steamed fish. I don't want to eat fish, so I have to make them fried buns." If you don't talk about fried buns, what do I think?"

    "Then why don't you do it for Ma Zhenxing?" Dawa asked.

    Zhou Shufen choked.

    Zhong Jianguo was happy and patted Dawa on the back of the head, "You can't be rude. It's time for you to take a nap."

    "Can't sleep." The big boy said, "Dad don't touch me, it's uncomfortable."

    Zhou Shufen thought of what she just heard: "Eating too much?"

    Zhou Shufen looked at the five children of the Zhong family: "It's really stupid."

    "You are stupid!" Sanwa said, "You can't even make fried buns."

    Zhou Shufen took a breath: "Believe it or not, I'll beat you? Sanwazi."

    "My mother is here." Sanwa was not afraid, tilted her head and said, "Try to hit me."

    Zhou Shufen slapped the table angrily.

    Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "Why are you arguing with him, he is still five years old."

    Dawa hummed: "I can't even make fried buns, so I'm so embarrassed to beat someone. Ma Zhenxing is really pitiful."

    Zhou Shufen choked.

    Song Zhaodi supported her forehead and smiled, "What are you trying to do? Revitalize, revitalize, eat less, I'll get you some burnt leaves later."

    "Thank you, Teacher Song." Ma Zhenxing said quickly.

    Song Zhaodi got up and went to the kitchen, took four charred leaves and put them in the hands of the two brothers: "These things, you can make them if you have flour and oil at home. When you are free, you can also make them for them. . Save the child's drooling."

      ."

    Song Zhaodi disagreed: "The child is not a prisoner, you can't do this."

    Zhou Shufen also said casually, seeing the new clothes on the baby: "I'll go home to get the cloth later, will you cut two sets for me?" Pointing at the baby.

    Song Zhaodi nodded: "Yes, but you can't be seen by others."

    "I know." Zhou Shufen never dreamed that Song Zhaodi's "planned for a long time" today deliberately made children in every family make trouble.

    At four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zhaodi helped her cut two sets of clothes, Zhou Shufen left with the basket, leaving all the five tomatoes in the basket to Song Zhaodi.

    Song Zhaodi made a tomato scrambled egg in the evening, steamed some rice, ate it for the whole family, took a bath and went to bed. There are so many soldiers at home, and they are still talking about what they eat.

    If Song Zhaodi cooks pork and chicken, the children will not dare to go home and make trouble. Because the kids know that meat is hard to buy.

    Song Zhaodi made coke leaves, tofu buns, things that are very common. If you don't do it as a mother, five or six-year-old children really think that their own mother is not as good as someone else's stepmother.

    Fifteen or sixteen years old, a boy as big as Lin Zhong, thinks his mother is stupid and can't even make tofu fried buns.

    In the era of scarcity of materials, whoever eats a meal of meat can become the envy of all children.

    Song Zhaodi didn't go out to inquire, but she could guess how big a chain reaction she would bring. However, whether it was the boss's quarrel because of what she did, or the western family's nagging, Mr. Song still went his own way - whoever made her unhappy, she changed the law to make everyone unhappy.

    At the end of August, the summer vacation was over, and Mrs. Duan also went away. Because Liu Ping gave birth, she was worried about Liu Ping and planned to take care of him for half a month.

    When Mrs. Duan left, she said that Liu Ping gave birth prematurely. People on the island thought that Liu Ping had a difficult life. After all, she was not a good match for her husband, so she didn't think much about it.

    Sister Duan left, no one cooks at home, Master Liu moved to the camp, and no one ate the vegetables in her garden. Sister-in-law Chen once saw Song Zhaodi and told her that it was a pity that the tomatoes were rotten, and it was a pity that the cucumbers were rotten.

    Song Zhaodi told Sister Chen that it was a pity that Sister Duan gave her the key when she left.

    The next morning, watching Sister Chen washing vegetables in the yard, Song Zhaodi went back to the house to find the key, and went to Liu's courtyard to pick a basket of tomatoes and cucumbers in front of her.

    Zhong Jianguo was drying clothes when he saw Song Zhaodi come in with a basket full of melons and fruits. He subconsciously went to pick her up, turned his head and noticed that Sister Chen looked ugly, and asked in a low voice, "You blocked her again?"

    "No." Song Zhaodi said, "She cares about the dishes in Aunt Liu's courtyard. Now that the dishes have been picked by me, it is estimated that they will be uncomfortable for several days."

    Zhong Jianguo didn't understand: "There are three people in their family, can't they eat all the vegetables they grow?"

     "If you get someone who is cheap and good-natured, leave her alone." Song Zhaodi said, "What do you want to eat?"

    Zhong Jianguo: "Do whatever you want. It's a bit boring today, and I have no appetite. Don't do too much."

    Song Zhaodi thought about it, sliced ​​cucumbers, diced long beans, made scrambled eggs with cucumbers and beans, and cooked a pot of white rice porridge.

    Two pots of yellow and green vegetables and white rice porridge were served on the table. I can't get enough to eat porridge."

    Song Zhaodi: "No hot steamed buns."

    "Why?" Dawa didn't understand.

    Song Zhaodi: "Your father said that the weather is boring and has no appetite."

    "Dad!" Zhong Dawa turned to Zhong Jianguo, "You don't have an appetite, we have an appetite."

    Zhong Jianguo coughed slightly, a little embarrassed: "Your mother did it on purpose, she just wanted to see you quarreling with me."

    "Dad, I heard you when you were talking to mother." Erwa said, "Fortunately, mother didn't listen to you and cooked a pot of porridge. Otherwise, we wouldn't have to eat."

    The big baby shook his head and sighed: "Second baby, don't talk about it. This is our father. If you talk too much, others think it's the stepfather."

    Zhong Dawa turned her head and looked, amazing, is there a piece of scrambled egg with beans? He quickly picked up the chopsticks, his cheeks bulging like a hamster, and only then did Zhong Dawa's movements slow down.

    In the blink of an eye, a pot of scrambled eggs with beans disappeared, Song Zhaodi could not help sighing: "How can I raise a son, it's like raising five little tigers."