It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]

    He put on his coat and returned home in a trance, which was different from the anger he had when he went out before. At this time, his face was full of daze and confusion.

    He has crossed the threshold.

    After hearing the movement outside, Wang Xueshu immediately walked out of the room with her chest raised and her head raised. When she saw the figure of Head He, her body relaxed a little, but her mouth was not at all. Forgiving, he dragged the end and sneered: "What? Are you willing to come back?"

    "I thought you were going to spend the night with Lao Qin."

    After hearing his wife's voice, Head He's body suddenly shuddered, he looked at Wang Xueshu in front of him, and said blankly: "...I can't understand the couple next door anymore. "

    Wang Xueshu: "?"

    Wang Xueshu looked puzzled.

     Didn't they just quarrel? Now this old He went out for a trip, but he was talking about the couple from the next door.

    There is something wrong.

    He came to Wang Xueshu and whispered, "Daughter-in-law, would you like to have more contact with the Qi family next door to understand the situation?"

    Wang Xueshu: "...Do you remember the two of us quarreling? When will it be your turn to care about other people's affairs?"

    "What can people not understand about a husband and wife? Didn't you say before that women looking for men can't just look at their faces. Hello... But I feel blind right now, and I found you, but I didn't know whether it was hot or cold."

    He headed: "...you can't say that. If you are a husband, I'm much better than Qi Heng."

    Wang Xueshu hugged her chest, looked up and down the man in front of her, and became curious, and asked, "What did you meet when you went out?"

    He: "I think I went out to **** just now, do you believe it?"

    Wang Xueshu: "You might as well say that you fell into the ditch, I believe it."

    He: "…"

    Wang Xueshu: "If you have a fart, let it go."

     "Just... I met Qi Heng when I was going out just now. After that, we had a few words, daughter-in-law, what do you think of Qi Heng?"

    Wang Xueshu replied casually: "Young and promising, excellent, motivated, and less talkative."

    He: "That sounds a little sour to me."

    Wang Xueshu slowly poured herself a cup of tea, took a sip gracefully, took the porcelain cup in her hand, squinted her eyes and said, "Don't go around in circles, what are you trying to say? "

    He twitched the corners of his mouth and said what he just heard like a bean, "Just now Qi Heng told me that his daughter-in-law said he was cute."

    "Cough cough—" Wang Xueshu almost didn't grasp the cup firmly in her hand, and choked on her saliva a few times, "Daughter-in-law, why don't you call me cute too."

    "You're dreaming! I'm going to spit out my meal overnight, you say it! Who gave you a ghost idea to make up such a lie to ridicule me."

    "Look at what you can, you can tell all the nonsense. I'd rather believe that you're in **** than to believe that the next battalion commander can tell you this."

    "Do you think I'm a fool?"

    …

    He: "????!

    June Feixue Dou E wronged.

     I am telling the truth.

    Jiang Shuangling made a fire in the yard to cook bamboo rice.

    She put the diced bacon, soaked rice or glutinous rice, water, diced carrots, diced potatoes and sauces into the bamboo tube layer by layer.

    Although the materials are relatively simple, the focus of this bamboo rice is mainly bacon with fat and meat.

    It is very rare to eat meat in this era.

    Jiang Shuangling installed more than ten long bamboo tubes, the mouth of the bamboo tube was blocked with dry leaves, and the bamboo tube was sandwiched by a long stick and burned in the fire, the red flames rose up in the simple small stove Lao Gao illuminated Jiang Shuangling's face in the setting sun.

    Two four or five-year-old boys gathered around the fire under the eaves to watch Jiang Shuangling's movements.

    "Sister, what are you doing?"

    "Burn bamboo rice for you to eat." Jiang Shuangling pinched her brother's cheek.

    The two children have the aroma of white rabbit toffee, sweet and soft, and now standing by the fire, they are baked with a sweet and dry milky aroma.

    It smells great.

    Qi Yue silently squatted beside the fire and burned it earnestly, eyes full of curiosity, a pair of peach blossom eyes similar to Qi Heng stared at the emerald green bamboo tubes, occasionally reaching out a small hand to touch one touch.

    "Don't touch it, be careful of scalding."

    They squatted by the fire three times, staring at the bamboo tubes that were gradually turning black. Jiang Shuangling adjusted the position and direction of the bamboo tubes to ensure that they were evenly heated.

    "It smells good."

    Jiang Shuangling also swallowed her saliva. The baked bamboo tube rice was really fragrant. She added some dry wood to the fire and used the long bamboo tube that was opened to blow the ashes.

    Choked a few times.

    Not very skilled.

    The red sparks were blown brightly, and the white wood ash was scattered in the wind, Jiang Shuangling couldn't help rubbing her eyes, she was hot from the fire.

    When Qi Heng walked into the yard, what he saw was a large and two small roasting bamboo tubes around the fire, he came over, reached out and wiped the black ashes on Jiang Shuangling's face.

    After Jiang Shuangling wiped her face by him, she realized that she had become a cat.

    It's not just her, Qi Yue is the same, this little guy is very enthusiastic about burning fire, keeps adding firewood, and stirs it with a stick, his hands are pitch black, and then his face is With one wipe, it will become a small cat.

    Only Jiang Che, who was well-behaved and waited quietly, was wrapped in a milky aroma.

    "Qi Heng, quickly wipe your son, he's a little leopard."

    Qi Yue snorted, "I'm a big tiger."

    "Okay, let's wash the hands of the big tiger, it's almost ready to eat."

    Jiang Shuangling took out a few bamboo cylinders, she held Jiang Che, Qi Heng held Qi Yue, and went to wash the claws of the two children together.

    Qi Yue's little claws are really dirty, and the nails are all black. Jiang Shuangling was afraid that Qi Heng would not wash it cleanly, so she poured some warm water and helped Qi Yue to wash it slowly, let Qi Heng took his brother away.

    "I want to wash it myself."

    "Then you have to wash your little dirty hands a little, well, just like me."

    When Qi Yue washed his hands clean, Jiang Shuangling poured out the water and walked into the house with the little guy by the hand. Several baked bamboo tubes were neatly placed on the table .

    "Qi Heng, please help split the bamboo tube."

    Qi Heng split the bamboo tube with a knife and divided it into two parts. The white rice was exposed from the bamboo tube. The two halves of the bamboo tube were stuck with fragrant rice, and the red bacon was dotted in the white rice grains. The fat part of the bacon had melted during the roasting and turned transparent.

    The diced radish and diced potatoes are also deliciously soft.

    “Delicious!”

    Today’s dinner does not use a bowl, just scrape the soft and glutinous rice grains in the bamboo tube with chopsticks, Jiang Shuangling’s diced bacon is very evenly placed, although the diced meat is not big, but there is bacon in every bite of rice The salty and sweet aroma, when eaten into the mouth, the shredded pork seems to spread out in the mouth one by one.

    Bamboo tube rice is so delicious that I don’t want to waste it all, even a little bit of millet is scraped off the bamboo tube and eaten into my stomach.

    "Qi Heng, can you eat slower? This is bamboo rice that has been burned for a long time." Jiang Shuangling ate the bamboo rice in her mouth in small bites, and saw Qi Heng's oxen on the opposite side. Peony's speed, replaced by her invisible.

    After taking such a few bites, can you taste the taste?

    Qi Heng: "…"

    The speed does not change, continue to eat.

    Jiang Shuangling lowered her head in frustration and ate slowly.

    Jiang Shuangling and the two children each ate a bamboo tube rice, and the second batch of cooked bamboo tube rice was all wrapped up by Qi Heng, and the two children looked up at Qi Heng to eat, and they were all envious .

    Their little belly can't eat so much.

    Stars in Qi Yue's eyes: "I want to eat so much too."

    Jiang Che's eyes followed with stars: "...I think so too."

    Jiang Shuangling: "I don't want to."

    Becoming a big eater or something, what an ultimate scary dream.

    Qi Heng: "…"

    Jiang Shuangling poured two cups of honey water for these two little guys, let them drink sugar water honestly, and don't dream about eating haise.

    She really admired Mrs. Song's family for raising five children. The two four or five-year-old children in their family saw Qi Heng eating and followed suit. They dreamed of being a rice grinder. In the future, as I get older, wouldn't it mean that I eat more and more...

    Three stinky brothers, so much to eat.

    When she slept at night, Jiang Shuangling went back to her room and found that the quilts in the room were neatly folded, and at first glance it was someone's handwriting.

    The two little guys were sitting on the bed and looked up at Jiang Shuangling. The children's eyes were as black as gems. Jiang Shuangling couldn't help pinching her younger brother's increasingly fleshy cheeks, etc. When she raised her hand to Qi Yue's cheek, she paused, but pinched it gently.

    Qi Yue pouted and covered his pinched cheek, rolled into the bed, turned his back and didn't look at Jiang Shuangling.

    "When I go to the city to buy some cloth tomorrow, I will make you a small schoolbag and a new dress to go to school, okay?"

    "Mmmm." Jiang Che nodded with a blushing face.

    Qi Yue couldn't help turning around when he heard new clothes.

    "Sister, do you have one too?"

    "Yes, let's all make a new dress." After Jiang Shuangling finished saying this, she found Qi Heng, who was reading a book at the door, looking up at her.

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    Qi Yue tilted his head and asked, "Dad also?"

    Jiang Shuangling: "Your father, he has no chance—" Halfway through speaking, she suddenly felt the needle stick in her back intensified, and she seemed to be standing in front of Rong mama, which made her change her mouth: "Yes, yes, yes. Yes, although there is no chance to wear it, everyone must have it."

    "I will definitely make four suits."

    After saying these words, the needle light behind her finally disappeared.

    Jiang Shuangling breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

    She slanted her eyes and peeked at the gatekeeper standing at the door, who had lowered her head and focused on the book in her hand, with her sharp fingers pressed against the blue book On the shell, when the eyes are lowered, those eyes are extraordinarily gentle.

    Into the eyes can become the real mother's possession, and back to the oil lamp to make up the quilt.

    Jiang Shuangling swallowed.

    —I really want to hand him a needle and thread.