It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]

    Jiang Shuangling came home with the bowl of Mapo tofu, covered it with the lid, and planned to wait for Qi Heng to come back and ask him if he would eat it.

    She's...unlikely to eat anyway.

    She doesn't know if two children can eat so spicy.

    She didn't dare to move or taste it.

    Judging from the bottle of doubanjiang, the power of this bowl of mapo tofu is also not to be underestimated.

    Jiang Shuangling lowered her head, her raised hand froze in midair, she barely restrained the urge to rub her eyes.

    I don't know what's going on. She always feels that her eyelids have become heavier, and the bottom is a little sticky.

    Maybe it's better to get some sleep.

    She took out six steamed buns and two little rabbit milk steamed buns from the pot, and immediately went out and took them to Teacher Yao's house.

    Yao Pinglang took the bun in her hand and looked at Jiang Shuangling strangely.

    "Mr. Yao, I'll go back first." After delivering the buns, Jiang Shuangling immediately turned her head back.

    Yao Pinglang did not stop Jiang Shuangling, but stood at the gate of the courtyard with a strange expression.

    Have the eyes of this girl from the Jiang family cried just now?

    Yao Pinglang's heart trembled, this, this... Is it possible that Lao Zhou had already said whether it was possible or not, so he didn't have to wait for tomorrow, his eyes were swollen from crying today.

    She walked back to the house with a lot of thought, Zhou Xianyong sat there and read the newspaper, "Old Zhou, did Qi Heng just come back with you?"

    "Yeah, come back together."

    Yao Pinglang had an even worse premonition.

    "What are you asking about?"

    Yao Pinglang whispered: "Nothing..."

    The two young couples quarreled?

    He headed home with a big lunch box in both hands. No one cooks at his house, he just eats in the cafeteria.

    With a piece of clothing on his arm, he walked forward quickly in the aroma of the food, but suddenly saw the slender and tall figure in front of him.

    The other party stood at the intersection, put on his hat again, and was dressed meticulously in military uniform, so he could go directly to the military parade, standing there with straight legs, exuding a peculiar smell charm.

    He has always felt that he is suitable for recruiting.

    When people go to that station, everyone wants to put on his clothes.

    Qi Heng noticed his gaze, glanced back, greeted politely, and then moved away.

    He looked at the direction he was going and went to the family home.

    He trotted a few steps to keep up with Qi Heng's pace, and kept saying, "Why, you are going back here too? Why don't you go to the cafeteria... By the way, I forgot, you are newly married a wife..."

    Qi Heng kept walking forward.

    "Tell me, how is your wife's cooking skills?"

    Qi Heng stood still, thinking that he had eaten the honey milk cake on the train involuntarily, and his handsome eyebrows were slightly frowning.

    He, who is good at observing words and expressions, immediately caught the slight changes in his expression. The usually moody and indifferent battalion commander Qi showed such an expression, which shows that his daughter-in-law cooking

    This is so unpalatable hahahahahahaha…

    Finally a fellow!

    He patted on his shoulder, "You don't need to say, I know, I understand you!"

    "I recommend to you, this kind of lunch box can be transformed by a master-"

    Qi Heng raised his eyebrows.

    He looks like I understand you very well.

    Qi Heng: "…"

    After all, we are all like-minded people.

    …

    The two went to the gate of the courtyard and went their separate ways, each entering their own door.

    He headed to the house in a hurry, carrying the lunch box, Qi Heng pushed open the yard door and walked in with his legs raised.

    When Qi Heng was about to walk quickly into the room, he caught a glimpse of a corner.

    A bunch of crooked young shoots grew up somewhere.

    Qi Heng took a step, and the whole person paused there.

    He returned home with a lunch box, and handed a lunch box to the woman sitting, "Let's eat."

    When he returned to the room, the smug smile on his face could no longer be held back.

    The woman casually put a little into the small bowl, "What are you laughing at?"

    "Guess who I met when I first came back? I met Qi Heng! Hey—you just eat so much, you women are really... I see you, you are the same as the next door The one at home."

    "What's the same?"

      Knowing Sister-in-law Song's craftsmanship, it's a thief."

    "If you smell the fragrance of that vegetable every once in a while, you will suffer."

    "Last time I passed by, the choking aroma wafting out-"

    "By the way, call the child out for dinner."

    The woman continued to vacate the meal, "I just got home and it seems to smell a little..."

    "What's the smell?"

    Qi Heng pushed open the door and walked into the house. All the people sitting in the hall turned to look at him, and Qi Yue called out, "Dad."

    He took off his hat and nodded.

    "Come and eat the buns." Jiang Shuangling greeted him to come over to solve the food, the other party is really a food elimination machine.

    Qi Heng raised his eyes and glanced at the faces of the three people in front of him. The adults' eyes were as red and swollen as a rabbit. tiger? A little white rabbit on the other face...

    “…”

    He walked to the square table and sat down, his eyes finally stopped on the woman beside him, and the other party's eyes turned even redder from a closer look.

    It's like...crying.

    "What's wrong with your eyes?"

    "Ah?" Jiang Shuangling remembered her eyes, she raised her finger, "Is it still swollen?"

    Qi Yue said from the side: "It's red and swollen, big rabbit."

    Jiang Shuangling smirked, she didn't even need to look in the mirror, she could guess what her swollen eyes were like, "Is it ugly?"

    She couldn't help raising her hand to touch her eyes, but a hot palm grabbed her wrist.

    The palm of the other party is not delicate and has a rough and rough feeling.

    This hand is extraordinarily powerful. The moment she was caught, Jiang Shuangling felt that she couldn't even move her hand.

    "Don't mess around."

    His voice was the opposite of the temperature of his palm.

    Jiang Shuangling put down her hand, and the other party withdrew her own hand, the skin of her wrist vaguely retains the temperature of the other party's palm.

    "What's wrong?"

    When talking about this, Jiang Shuangling felt a little awkward to say, "It was smoked by doubanjiang, I met Mrs. Song today, she gave me a small can of doubanjiang, I tasted it I took a sip and accidentally choked on it, so I rubbed my eyes, who knew that my hands were also touched at that time..."

    Qi Yue: "You cry miserably!"

    Jiang Che: "Sister..."

    Jiang Shuangling said helplessly: "That doubanjiang is too spicy!"

    Qi Heng: "…"

      Eat with buns.

    The steamed buns were still hot, but Jiang Shuangling and the two children couldn't eat them. The three watched Qi Heng eat them.

    Jiang Che widened his eyes, Qi Yue curiously looked at the bowl of Mapo Tofu, Jiang Shuangling... Jiang Shuangling only felt a myocardial infarction.

    The other party took a bite of a delicate little bun, and she didn't stop eating it. The little buns she worked so hard to make were quickly wiped out by such a cow and peony.

    Has he really tasted the buns?

    Jiang Shuangling rested her chin with her hand, "Do you think the buns I made are too small."

    "It's a bit."

    Hehe.

    I slapped my nose on my face.

    "I see." Jiang Shuangling gave Qi Heng a deep look, "As expected, your son understands you."

    Qi Yue: "?"

    Qi Heng: "?"

    Jiang Shuangling decisively took the big rabbit out.

    "Qi Yue's mind said that it was specially made for Dad."

    Qi Heng's eyes swept over the fat big rabbit, the eyes made of red beans seemed to have a bit of sarcasm, staring faintly ahead.

    A strong milky fragrance wafts out of it resentfully.

    After steaming, it is a melancholy rabbit.

    Qi Heng: "…"

    He pushed the big rabbit in front of Qi Yue and calmly said, "Eat it yourself."

    Qi Yue: "?"

    Jiang Shuangling dragged Melancholy Rabbit back to Qi Heng's eyes, and looked at him with a smile, "You can't live up to the child's wishes, right? A Yue."

    She threw her eyes to Qi Yue, Qi Yue glanced at the big rabbit, and then at Jiang Shuangling, it should not be, should not be not, and finally turned her head and snorted, the expression on her face The tiger's head is facing his father.

    Qi Heng: "…"

    "Eat, eat."

    Qi Heng: "…"

    "There is also sweet-scented osmanthus in it."

    Qi Heng: "…"

    In the end, Qi Heng still ate it. Jiang Shuangling saw that he had finished eating the big rabbit, and couldn't help but turned her face away and laughed out loud.

    Qi Heng glanced at the smile on the woman's face, shook his head incomprehensibly, lowered his eyes and drank a sip of salty soup to suppress the sweetness in his mouth, but the corners of his mouth were imperceptibly Lift up.

    After laughing, Jiang Shuangling saw the radio in the corner and finally remembered what she was going to ask.

    "Qi Heng, how do you use this radio? Where is the switch? It seems different from other radios..."

    She walked over to the radio and looked up and down, but couldn't find any switches.

    Qi Heng walked over and told her the switch, and the switch was actually in a very secret corner on the base.

    Jiang Shuangling pressing the switch: "…"

    This switch is so secretive, does the manufacturer not want customers?

    Who hides the key here?

    "Qi Heng, what kind of switches are these? How to adjust, why is there no sign on it, it's completely different from what I saw in Teacher Yao's place..."

    "What brand of radio is this and where did you buy it?"

    "I did."

    Jiang Shuangling was taken aback: "????"

    She almost choked on her own saliva, did she do it herself? ? ?

    A handmade radio?

    "You really did it? This...this is too powerful."

    Jiang Shuangling looked at the radio that had already started to run in front of her eyes, with clear voices coming out, and the singing model plays swirled in her ears.

    After Qi Heng's explanation, Jiang Shuangling found that the use of this radio was a little simpler than what she had seen before.

    The sound quality also sounds good.

    —but this is also a three-no product!

    Not from regular manufacturers.

    Jiang Shuangling asked hesitantly, "Qi Heng, you said... it might explode?"