It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]

    Jiang Shuangling quickly boiled hot water, kneaded the noodles into a ball, and then began to prepare the stir-fry sauce.

    Before preparing to fry Mrs. Song's secret Douban sauce, Jiang Shuangling closed her eyes with the expression of a stubborn man, picked up a rag to cover her nose, and then tied it behind her head.

    Those who didn't know thought she was going to steal chickens and dogs.

    After Jiang Shuangling tied the "mask" in advance, she heated the pot and poured oil into the pot. After a while, the hot oil made a sizzling sound. The secret bean paste is poured into the hot oil.

    At that moment, at least in Jiang Shuangling's cognition, it was like thunder and fire—a huge, pungent and spicy aroma exploded in the kitchen.

    Although she had prepared well in advance, the aftermath of the explosion still affected Jiang Shuangling. She turned around and sneezed twice, and stubbornly threw a spoonful of sugar into the pot with her hands shaking.

    ZZZZ…

     "What's the smell? It smells so good."

      Straight sour water.

    It's delicious.

    He headed towards the cafeteria immediately.

    Sitting on the stool, Qi Heng rubbed his clothes for a while, then turned to look at the door of the house, his peach blossom eyes moved slightly.

    He turned around again and looked at the clothes in front of him, and finally couldn't help raising his hand to touch his stomach.

    Jiang Shuangling poured the fried sauce into a bowl, mixed it with hot oil and flour to make a puff pastry, spread out the dough, spread the puff pastry skillfully, and used the puff pastry to separate the dough into layers.

    Pour oil into the pan and start pancakes. Both sides were slightly burnt golden brown. Jiang Shuangling spread the sauce on the crispy pancakes and sprinkled a layer of chopped green onion and sesame seeds.

    After a few cakes were baked, the kitchen door was already surrounded by a large or two small.

    Jiang Shuangling cut the pancakes into small pieces and put them into three bowls first. Two small pieces were handed over to the child who was watching her, and the other large piece was kept in the In her hands, standing by the door, Qi Heng, who was a head taller than her, looked at each other.

    "Go and eat."

    The little guys took bowls and happily ran to the square table to sit and eat cakes.

    Jiang Shuangling held the bowl of sauce pancakes in one hand and chopsticks in the other hand, looking at the man in front of her, she blinked.

    She picked up a piece of sauce pancake with chopsticks in her hand, but it felt unstable, she simply picked up a beautiful golden shortcake with white sesame seeds and green onions The end immediately got stuck between his fingers.

    Crispy fragrance.

    The white wrist brought the golden shortbread to the other party's eyes.

    "Want to eat?"

    Qi Heng pursed her lips and looked at her, "Don't make strange scents on my clothes in the future."

    Jiang Shuangling nodded her head very "sympathetically", and then put forward her own appeal: "Then we agree three chapters, I won't dye your clothes with fragrance, and you can't just move the vegetable field I planted. "

    A certain Mr. Zhou had educated her that he intended to demolish the roof before opening a window.

    Qi Heng: "…"

    "I promise I will plant a little more neatly." Jiang Shuangling also made a little concession of her own.

    No matter what, she must realize the freedom of vegetable plots.

    Qi Heng: "…"

    The next second, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, the other party lowered his head and bit off the golden shortbread.

    As soon as her fingers were empty, Jiang Shuangling suddenly felt her heartbeat slow, and her cheeks also burned slightly.

    She was flustered, and she simply shoved the bowl in her hand into Qi Heng's hand, "You ate it all... I'll take it as you agreed."

    Jiang Shuangling lowered her head and turned around to scoop up a bowl of the preserved egg porridge that she had cooked earlier. She took the cake and porridge around Qi Heng and sat at the square table for dinner with her two children.

    Standing at the door of the kitchen, Qi Heng glanced at the bowl in his hand, and then glanced at the woman sitting at the square table, a little helplessness flashed in his eyes.

    He also went to the square table and sat down.

    Four of us made a table.

    "I promise."

    "Huh?" Jiang Shuangling, who was drinking porridge, was stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of joy.

    "Thank you, Qi Heng."

    Jiang Shuangling has always been a person who is not stingy with her gratitude, especially after she has achieved her goals.

    After all…

    She seems to be doing "death obsessive-compulsive disorder" work now.

    Thinking like this, Jiang Shuangling felt that she was too self-willed, she sighed in her heart, and decided to take care of the other party's feelings.

    Don't make too much of a mess, just mix it up a bit and make it acceptable to both.

    Jiang Shuangling eats soy sauce pancakes with slightly salty preserved egg porridge. Although the pancakes have a spicy taste, she can still bear it when she eats a small bite of pancakes and drinks a mouthful of porridge.

    I have to say, in addition to being a little spicy, Mrs. Song's secret bean paste is really delicious.

      Massage the taste buds on the tip of your tongue.

    It was delicious.

    Jiang Shuangling found it tragically that among the four people present, she was the only one who was most afraid of spicy food.

    Qi Heng, and the other two children, eat spicy food without changing their color, and eat a few bites of cakes without any problems.

    They probably don't think it's spicy at all, they're the only ones enjoying it.

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    She rested her chin in her hand, feeling excluded and out of tune with the brothers around her.

    This also led to her eating the slowest.

    Qi Heng solved the cake and porridge in two mouthfuls, watching the three of them fixedly, especially focusing on her.

    Jiang Shuangling took a small bite of the sauce-flavored cake in her hand, thinking that the other party must be very hard to see at this time.

    She felt that Qi Heng might be more suitable for a woman who was as vigorous as him, rather than a slow person like her.

    Maybe he was already regretting bringing her back along the way.

    After thinking about this, Jiang Shuangling felt a subtle discomfort in her heart.

    But unexpectedly, Qi Heng didn't say anything, didn't frown at her, but turned on the radio and tuned in to the radio station that Jiang Shuangling listened to yesterday.

    "Elementary school Chinese teacher, do you want to go?" In the voice of the radio, he spoke.

    Jiang Shuangling drank the porridge for a while, she didn't answer immediately, but tried to explain in her mind why she didn't want to go.

    "Sister Song also told me about this during the day...I don't really want to go." She thought about it and said this.

    Qi Heng nodded and said nothing.

    Jiang Shuangling's throat choked: "..."

    The reason she thought of was forced into her stomach.

    This person is so boring, why is there no curiosity at all? Don't ask me why I don't want to go.

    "I'm not going to be a primary school teacher, but children... my brother and Qi Yue can go to school to study with the first grade, and try to see if they can keep up. Anyway, the children are still young and can learn How much counts, and if you can't keep up with the next year and continue to the first grade, you can still have a foundation."

    "Qi Heng, what do you think? Do you... think that the child is too young to read books?"

    Qi Heng said lightly: "Not too small."

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    Also, the person in front of him went to school earlier, graduating from college before the age of eighteen.

    Qi Yue is as precocious as his father, at a young age, he remembers a lot of things and speaks well, Jiang Che is more obedient and sensible than ordinary children, Jiang Shuangling wants to make The two children read books early.

    "Then let the two children go to study, or have a company." Jiang Shuangling pinched her brother's face with a smile.

    "I don't want to go, I don't want to study!" When he heard that he was going to study, Qi Yue didn't want to, he didn't want to study.

    —I want to stay at home and raise rabbits.

    Jiang Shuangling ignored him, but looked at Jiang Che and said softly: "Adi going to study? My sister will make you a schoolbag and help you sew a little rabbit on the schoolbag, okay?"

    She is writing a "blind check", she hasn't learned how to use the sewing machine in the corner of the room.

    There is a sewing machine at home that is still unused. It is a waste in this era. Jiang Shuangling plans to go to school in a few days.

    So she doesn't have much pressure on this empty check.

    The son doesn't dislike the mother's ugly, and the younger brother also doesn't dislike the little schoolbag made by the sister?

    "Hmm, I want a small schoolbag." Her brother really was her firm supporter.

    After getting Jiang Che's answer, before Qi Yue could speak, Jiang Shuangling took the initiative to smile and said to him, "Can you make a small schoolbag for you and sew on a little tiger?"

    This bad check is even bigger.

    In short...if you can't sew, then just paint a picture.

    "Humph." Qi Yue turned his head awkwardly.

    It's not fun to keep rabbits alone.

    "When you both go to study, I'll be the only one at home..." Having said this, Jiang Shuangling's tone became a little twisted, "Qi Heng, I like to draw, I want to draw... "

    She intends to slowly reveal to the people around her that she wants to learn to draw and like to draw.

    "My sister draws beautifully! I used to draw a lot at home!" Jiang Che, the elder sister, took the initiative to speak in a bubble.

    Jiang Shuangling gave her brother a very encouraging look, yes, yes, she used to draw a lot when she was in the village, and she liked drawing for a long time.

    Children don't lie.

    "Is it the ones piled up in the room?" Qi Yue tilted his head and said.

    Jiang Shuangling suddenly felt that this arrogant cub was also a little angel, yes, she deliberately accumulated a lot of evidence of "growing painting skills".

    "Yeah, do you want to take a look at it?" Jiang Shuangling smiled very softly. If she didn't take a look at the evidence, she was really sorry for her effort.

    Qi Yue and Jiang Che, two short legs, went to help her go back to the room to take the "evidence" for her.

    Jiang Shuangling said in her heart: It is good to have children running errands.

    Not long after, the two children came out with a pile of drawing paper, Qi Heng was the only spectator, and took the pile of drawing paper from the two children's hands.

    Jiang Shuangling felt that the man in front of her had no artistic vision, so it was okay to show him.

    Qi Heng's expression was flat and unwavering. Most of the time, his handsome face was such an expressionless and indifferent style. Jiang Shuangling was also used to it. It is estimated that after reading all the paintings, his expression Still the dog face.

    The top drawing paper was buckled on the reverse side, Qi Heng raised his hand and flipped it over to see the drawing on it clearly.

    The next second, Jiang Shuangling suspected that her eyes had an accident.

    Why can't the dog man stop laughing when he sees the "local little pictorial" I drew.

    Is it so easy to break?

    Jiang Shuangling: "????"

    So she curiously stretched out her head to look, but found that the drawing paper in the other's hand actually drew...

    It's herself.

    When I woke up that day, I found that her eyes were red and swollen, and she had a feeling of pure and fragile beauty. She was very curious, so she waved the letter and brushed the red eyes in the mirror, as if she had been wronged. Draw it.

    A lot of "exaggerated" artistic processing has also been added.

    —Commonly known as Sao Bao Self-Portrait.

    It's still "I see Xizi holding a heart".

    Jiang Shuangling was struck by lightning instantly.

    What did these two thieves find out? ? ? !