It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]

    I took my two children to cook rice at noon, and fried two vegetables at will to deal with the meal. Although vegetables with rice sounded simple, but Jiang Shuangling put enough oil when frying the vegetables, two The little guy also ate deliciously.

    The rice is also white rice with no sweet potato.

    After lunch, the two little guys took a nap after playing for a while. Jiang Shuangling squinted her eyes, then got up and sorted her clothes, pushed open the courtyard door, and went to the location indicated by Teacher Yao. Find a grocery store.

    I met one or two other military sister-in-law on the way. When we first met, they were very enthusiastic about her and invited her to come and sit at home.

    Jiang Shuangling rubbed her already frozen face, thinking that people in this era are too enthusiastic, but no matter whether the words of the other party are sincere or casual, she is a newcomer People still feel a warm heart.

      The last piece of meat remains.

    She had three children around her legs, staring intently at the piece of meat.

    The salesperson said with a smile, "Take all the latter, it may not be a pound."

    "Yeah, mother, that's all, buy them all." The children cheered.

    Sister Song gritted her teeth and said firmly: "No, it's only two pounds."

    "This meat is not enough for you little bastards???"

    "There are four brothers and five sisters, how much can one person share, my father can eat so much..."

    "It would be nice to have meat for you."

    The children booed in disappointment.

    Just as Jiang Shuangling came here and bought the remaining few taels of pork belly, Mrs. Song breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at the beautiful young strange woman in front of her and asked curiously who she was.

    "I'm...that...Qi." Jiang Shuangling still couldn't openly say who my man is like the two military wives she met before.

    Fortunately, Mrs. Song is also a good person. As soon as she heard what she said, she immediately knew it and smiled: "Is it from Qiying's family? I only came here yesterday, girl, how long are you? It's so beautiful."

    "It's just a little thin-skinned, have you ever read a book?"

    "Graduated from high school."

    "Oh, this is amazing, I said why she looks different from the ordinary country girl."

    Jiang Shuangling bought meat, and asked for some carrots and potatoes. The carrots and potatoes were buried in a kind of gray-black soil before, and Sister Song gave her a bamboo basket to put them in.

    She and Sister-in-law Song, mother and son went to the military courtyard together. Sister-in-law Song was very enthusiastic about her. When she arrived at her home, she forcefully dragged her in and gave her a small bottle of doubanjiang.

    "This is a good thing from our house. I made it myself. You can take it and taste it. It tastes good. I don't give it to most people."

    "Thank you, Mrs. Song..."

    Jiang Shuangling went back with her things, and the two four or five-year-old boys in the family woke up. Pi Dian took the initiative to meet her and followed behind her sister.

    Qi Yue stood silently in the yard and spurned Jiang Che, a little follower, in his heart.

    He snorted, it had nothing to do with him if the woman didn't come back.

    The two children continued to play the morning painting with brushes. Jiang Shuangling was a little worried when she saw the paint on their cuffs. Row.

    Qi Yue, this arrogant cub, is estimated to be a dainty cub, and there is not much stain on her clothes, her stupid brother is...

    "Forget it." After all, it is necessary to wash.

    Jiang Shuangling called her dirty little brother over, picked up the paintbrush with great interest and drew a little white rabbit on his face.

    "Be as white as a little white rabbit and be hygienic, otherwise it will turn into a black rabbit."

    —May also turn into a colorful rabbit.

    Jiang Shuangling glanced at the two paints on each other's cuffs.

    The little guy Jiang Che didn't care about other things, happily took a small mirror and looked at the little rabbit on his face, his eyes were shining, both shy and happy.

    The rabbit drawn by my sister looks good.

    Qi Yue stood in front of Jiang Shuangling and pointed to his face, "I want to draw a tiger."

    "Very fierce tiger."

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    Jiang Shuangling drew a roaring "tiger" as he wished, or a cute cat that came and went with its mouth open.

    "Come on, little male tiger."

    Qi Yue snorted softly, raised his head and squeezed to Jiang Che's side, trying to grab the right to use the small mirror with him.

    "I'm a tiger, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo how out will eat you, let me go."

    "No..."

    "Aren't you afraid of tigers?"

    "You're not a tiger..."

    "You're a rabbit."

    …

    Jiang Shuangling let these two little guys slowly look in the mirror and go smug. She put the newly bought radishes and potatoes in an earthen pot, took out two carrots, and covered the other ones. Save in the corner.

    After washing the dry dirt on the carrot surface, she picked up the doubanjiang that Sister Song gave her before.

    A seductive aroma could be smelled through the bottle cap, which made her sneeze.

    It should taste good…

    Jiang Shuangling dipped some doubanjiang with a chopstick and tasted it tentatively. In the next second, the tip of the chopsticks dipped in the sauce touched her lips and tongue, and the salty and spicy taste immediately appeared on her tongue. Blast.

    This bean paste is actually spicy!

    After a sting, Jiang Shuangling only felt that fire was coming out of her mouth, she coughed several times in succession, and the tears and snot were choked out.

    She is an ordinary woman who can only accept spicy Cantonese food.

    She hurriedly took a few mouthfuls of warm water mixed with honey, and went to wash her hands and eyes. After washing, her eyes were red and still shedding tears.

    Jiang Shuangling blinked, trying to shed tears, using physiological tears to lubricate the discomfort in her eyes.

    Hearing the movement, Jiang Che hurried to Jiang Shuangling's side, only to see a pair of elder sisters with red eyes and tears.

    He opened his mouth, where was the little white rabbit on his cheek, "Sister, you're crying..."

    Qi Yue stood beside him, and when her stern face saw Jiang Shuangling's eyes, she was suddenly at a loss.

    "Sister..." Little Jiang Che was very anxious.

    Qi Yue opened his mouth, originally wanted to shout along with Jiang Che, but the word came into his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, and finally a sullen face, a tiger on his cheek His head also bulged, and a sentence popped out dryly: "My grandma said that the men in our Qi family bleed but not cry."

    "My elder sister is not from your family..." Jiang Che retorted, but his voice was soft and milky.

    "She's been—"

    Jiang Shuangling wiped the tears from her face, pulled the two children over, pinched their faces one by one, and said with a chuckle: "Okay, I'm not crying, I'm just Douban The sauce got in the eyes and was smoked out."

    Sister Song's Doubanjiang, the fighting power is too strong!

    …she won’t give me Mapo tofu next time, right?

    Jiang Shuangling swallowed in horror.

    At this time, Mrs. Song's house.

    "Mother, that sister just now looks so good!"

    "Mother, put more doubanjiang when you cook the meat!"

    "Mother made some Mapo tofu for you, with minced meat in it, it's delicious when poured on the rice."

    As soon as her man came back, he smelled a pungent breath, "If I hadn't come back here, I wouldn't know how many of your mothers opened small stoves."

    "Who did the third one just say? Has anyone been here."

    Sister Song smiled and said, "The one from the head of Qiying's house, the one who moved here, looks so pretty, and is still a high school student."

    Her man was surprised, "Really? High school student."

    “How is your personality?”

    "He looks very gentle and generous, as beautiful as those girls in the art troupe."

    "Really?" Her man was a political commissar of the Third Regiment. He was engaged in ideological work on weekdays, and had heard a lot of interesting things, so he couldn't help but wonder, "Qi Heng, can he like this? "

    "Young and beautiful girls, who don't like men."

    "I'm not like them, I like to cook delicious food."

    Senior Zhou and Political Commissar Song came back together, and followed them back to their home, and found that there was something missing in the vegetable field.

    "Anyone here?"

    "I called the girl from the Jiang family and gave her some vegetable seeds and young plants. After all, I just moved in, and I didn't prepare anything, and the land in front of the door was deserted..."

    When I heard her talk about this, Zhou Xianyong, who had been busy for a long time, remembered, Miss Jiang, isn't that Qi Heng's newly married wife? He stared at the woman in front of him and said repeatedly: "You, you, look at what you are doing."

    He rubbed his eyebrows, "How can you make me worthy of the old chief."

    Yao Pinglang waved his hand and smiled smugly: "Old Zhou, don't be cynical here, I think the young couple are pretty good."

    "You want to introduce the girl of the Lin family to him, you are the one who is sorry for the old chief. That girl has a hot temper. Believe it or not, you can fight."

    "If these two are together, it will be dynamite-yao met Martian seeds, and the explosion will be turned upside down. I think the Jiang family girl is suitable." Thinking of Jiang Shuangling he saw before, Yao Pinglang smiled with satisfaction Nod.

    Zhou Xianyong dragged a chair and sat down in front of his wife, "Okay, then I'll come and hear what you say about the character of this girl from the Jiang family."

    "Beautiful, I think she is a good girl who is gentle and polite. She also studied in high school and is literate, unlike ordinary country girls."

     "Looking pretty?? Soft and weak?? Is the voice sweet?"

    "Sweet, very sweet, her voice is very nice, I think it sounds nice as a woman, if she sings, she must be like an oriole."

    Master Zhou gave a disdainful look, "Doesn't this sound like those girls in the art troupe?"

    Yao Pinglang: “…”

    "Do you think Qi Heng can like this?"

    Yao Pinglang: “…”

    "I remember that Xiao Chen from before, isn't he also a singer? A good singing voice that many warriors praise?"

    Yao Pinglang: “…”

    That Xiao Chen was the one who was trained to cry at the gate of the camp.

    At this time, Teacher Zhou had the upper hand, and he snorted a few times, "Look, you have nothing to say, I think you will wait and see that Jiang family girl crying and swollen eyes tomorrow. you."