Stepmother dressed as five villains

Chapter 38
Gu Shao once thought that it was okay not to eat a meal.

But he was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching his mother's delicious food, coupled with the sound of the third boy smacking his mouth, he felt inexplicably hungry.

He, who has eaten so many delicacies, will actually drool over a bowl of noodles that are so ordinary that he can't be more ordinary.

Gu Shao swallowed softly.

He didn't dare to push hard, afraid of making noise, afraid of losing face.

But who knows how many children still heard it.

"Father, are you hungry?" Gu Que asked.

Gu Shao was a little embarrassed, neither nodded nor shook his head.

He put his eyes on Qiao Lianlian, only to find that she was concentrating on feeding Xiao Ge'er, without giving him a second glance at all.

"Mother, this noodle is delicious, and the meat is also delicious." Gu Ge didn't know what his father was going through, so he happily picked up a chopstick of meat and gave it to Qiao Lianlian, "Mother, eat it."

"Hey, Ge'er is so good." Qiao smiled and ate the big piece of meat.

The crispy boiled pork is white and powdery, without the color of thick oily red sauce, but it has a strong fresh fragrance.

Gu Shao felt like his stomach was about to growl.

He didn't want to embarrass himself so much, so he stood up and took two steps outside.

As he walked, he entered the kitchen.

The Gu family's old house is dilapidated, and the kitchen itself is crude, but the things inside are neatly hung, and the seasonings are also arranged in rows. It can be seen at a glance that there is someone who knows how to live in this family.

Although this pot is a farmhouse earthen stove, the surface of the stove is very clean, and even the lid of the pot is not dirty.

Gu Shao accidentally lifted the lid of the pot, and then he saw a piece of dough left at the bottom of the pot, which was just for one person.

He was a little surprised, and a strange emotion flashed across him.

From time to time, the laughter of his mother and his wife could be heard in the inner room. Gu Shao paused for a moment, then silently found a bowl, filled out the noodles, and it was regarded as a meal.

In the evening, when Qiao repeatedly washed the dishes, he saw that the pot was empty, and he didn't make any noise or show any strangeness.

Gu Shao heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and his favor for Qiao's rose slightly.

It was a rather winking woman.

But when he rested at night, he didn't think so again.

"My mother and I have been squeezed together on the same bed, and it's hard to turn over, so you can get down on the ground." Qiao Lian threw over a not-so-clean quilt.

Exactly the one the kids used before she came.

Gu Shao's face turned completely dark.

In winter, how can he sleep on the floor, or with this kind of quilt?
Qiao Lianlian was still concentrating on making the bed.

The little ones lay obediently on the bedside without speaking, while the two older ones looked back and forth at their parents.

What a big boy, Gu Que came over, pulled Qiao Lianlian's sleeves, and said coquettishly, "Mother, it's cold in winter, how about squeezing to keep warm?"

Qiao repeatedly glanced at the eldest daughter.

Gu Que knew that the stepmother looked cold and hard on the surface, but in fact she had a very good temper, so she acted like a baby, "Dad just came back, if he is sick, how can he make money to support us?"

Qiao repeatedly wanted to say: I can support you all by myself.

But after thinking about it, it is not better to raise more than one person.

These children belonged to Gu Shao, she didn't have to suffer alone to earn money to support the family, and let this man pick up a bunch of healthy children for nothing.

"Then you can sleep on the other side." She said.

The night was dark, Qiao repeatedly blew out the lights, and softly coaxed Gu Ge to sleep.

The bed in the Gu family's old house is a very old-fashioned long kang, but there is no place to burn a fire, and it is very cold in winter.

Fortunately, Qiao Lianlian was willing to spend money and bought four quilts, two bedding and two bedding.

On weekdays, she is diligent in drying, and when she sleeps at night, she can feel the softness of the cotton and the smell of sunshine.

Just relieved the cold of winter night.

Gu Shao slept with the three kids, it was a bit cramped at first, he was used to sleeping in a big bed and always felt uncomfortable, but at this moment, smelling the fragrance of the sun, he fell asleep slowly.

When Qiao repeatedly woke up the next morning, the bed was already quite empty.

She sat up straight, wiped the drool from the corner of Gu Ge's mouth, and tucked the corner of the quilt for Gu Lou.

When he came out of the inner room, he happened to see Gu Cheng dancing his fists.

Gu Shao put his hands behind his back and watched his movements carefully, interspersed with some teachings.

"It's not right here, the arms are stretched too high."

"The movement of the legs here is not standard."

It really feels like a strict father.

Qiao repeatedly pursed his lips, and a strange feeling flashed in his heart, but it disappeared quickly.

She paced out of the inner room.

When Gu Cheng saw her, he quickly stopped, "Mom, you're awake."

"Yeah." Qiao nodded again and again, "What do you want to eat in the morning?"

"Anything is fine." Gu Cheng has never been picky when it comes to food.

Unlike Gu Lou, who has strong preferences.

"Then eat salted rice." Qiao repeatedly said.

A light flashed in Gu Cheng's eyes, obviously he liked it a little.

Qiao Lianlian immediately turned around and went to work in the kitchen.

Salty rice, as the name suggests, is salty rice, but it is very different from Yangzhou fried rice.

Yangzhou fried rice is dry, and the rice grains are distinct, then coated with a thin layer of egg liquid, and fried with auxiliary ingredients to produce a fresh fragrance.

Salted rice is actually more like a kind of salty porridge.

Qiao Lianlian cleaned the rice first and put it in the pot to soak to shorten the cooking time.

Then wash out a little cabbage and chop it up, chop up a handful of peanuts, and finally tear up some of the bones and meat cooked yesterday, and the ingredients are ready.

Gu Que just woke up too.

The stepmother is good in everything, except that she doesn't know how to burn the stove. After she simply washed up, she consciously went to cook the pot.

However, the eight or nine-year-old girl quickly took out the fire pocket, blew on it a few times, and a faint flame was ignited.

Immediately afterwards, put the ignited straw on top, draw out a big flame, and then throw it into the bottom of the pot. After a while, the wood will be carbonized, and the fire will be better.

Gu Que was very skillful in his movements. He started with a big fire, and after the porridge in the pot boiled, he took out two firewood and snuffed it out, so as to reduce the fire volume.

After cooking for a while, when the rice can be crushed as soon as it is ground, throw in the side dishes, let it simmer for a while, add salt and fresh powder to adjust the taste a little, and then the fire can be stopped.

Gu Que took out the firewood that was still burning, put it out skillfully with the soil, threw it aside, turned around and went into the inner room, and woke up his younger siblings who were still sound asleep.

Qiao Lianlian was left in charge of seasoning the salted rice with sesame oil and vinegar.

Gu Shao's heart is very complicated.

Especially seeing Gu Que so proficiently doing a job that she would never have done before, I always feel bored and uncomfortable in my heart.

If it weren't for... a delicate girl who deserves to be served by dozens of people, how could she do this kind of thing in this kind of place.

But he couldn't change anything.

At least for the past two years, several children have not been able to go back and restore their identities.

"time to eat."

Qiao Lianlian's voice came from the kitchen.

Gu Shao recalled the process of last night, after a short pause, he went into the kitchen.

Mrs. Qiao doesn't let the children serve the rice and bowls, for fear of scalding the children, but he is not a child, so it's fine if he doesn't cook, and he has to do other work within his ability.

Well, Gu Shao didn't want to admit it.

He was afraid that he would not do anything, and he didn't have his own bowl for breakfast.

(End of this chapter)