It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]

    The smell of Mr. He's cooking disappeared after a while, and they couldn't smell it, but the effect of affecting appetite was persistent.

    Originally, Jiang Shuangling was a little hungry in the evening, but now she lost her appetite, and the greedy worms in her stomach were no longer noisy.

    "Qi Heng, are you hungry?"

    "Not hungry."

    Jiang Shuangling: "..." She touched the other person's slightly hard abdominal muscles, and every time she felt like she was touching chocolate. Can pass through the gaps in the muscles.

    Qi Heng grabbed her wrist, lowered her head and kissed her between the eyebrows.

    "Then we'll cook when the kids come back. Let's make it simple tonight."

    Before in this family home, Jiang Shuangling only heard gossip that Mrs. Song and so-and-so's cooking was so delicious, which caused the children next door to cry.

    But it was placed next door to their house, and it turned out to be the next door cooking too unpleasant...

    "What kind of smell is this?" Master Zhou couldn't help rubbing his nose, thinking that the smell was too... strange.

    It is not an unacceptable pungent smell, but a kind of smell that is difficult to describe, anyway, it is a smell that smells very appetizing.

    It should be vegetable incense, but this taste makes people feel particularly unpalatable.

    "Whose food is fried."

    "Mr. Yao, are you cooking?"

    …

    Mr. Yao came out of the kitchen, "I didn't cook, it smells from other places."

    "Is that the little Jiang next door? What happened to Xiao Jiang these past two days? Are you in conflict with Qi Heng? How did you cook the vegetables like this today??"

    "This smell, my God, what does it smell like?"

    "I'm sure it's a smell from the head of He's house."

    "Huh???" Teacher Zhou was shocked, his mouth opened, his chin was about to fall, "His family cooks? Wang Xueshu is a **** changer?"

    "This stir-fried vegetable tastes, Lao He is 'the most difficult to accept the grace of a beauty', this dish is delicious, and the big beauty who does not touch the water cooks it for him..." Zhou The teacher couldn't help but sighed repeatedly, sighing that this person was different after getting married.

    Wang Xueshu was very arrogant and squeamish in the art troupe. Now she has been married to head He for a few years, but she has put away her former petty temperament and is willing to wash her hands for her lover Make soup.

    This is rare.

    "No wonder they all say that the old man is the best at dealing with women."

    "The best way to coax women."

     "Even Wang Xueshu was so difficult to deal with, he was persuaded by him."

    Mr. Yao said coolly beside him: "Maybe you overestimate him, I don't think it's that simple."

    "I think you think too much, it's not that simple." Master Zhou waved his hand, "Good thing! Good thing! Old He ushered in spring."

    "Qi Heng should learn something along the way."

     "Mr. Yao, do you think that Wang Xueshu was affected after Qi Heng and his wife moved next door to Head He? Ren Xiaojiang is beautiful and can cook good dishes. Xiao Wang is also learning along with him?"

    Mr. Yao: "I don't think it's that simple."

    "You woman is really dead brains, Jane is not simple, you can go to He's house tomorrow and ask if it's okay, and by the way, ask Xiao Jiang."

    "Speaking of which, your matchmaker is right. After Qi Heng and Xiao Jiang got married, they got along pretty well, and they didn't even blushed when they quarreled."

    Mr. Yao nodded, agreeing with Teacher Zhou's words, "These two are not quarrelsome. They get along well, and I can be regarded as Qi Heng's mother."

    Master Zhou sighed, "Our old chief should also be satisfied."

    "Qi Heng also cares about Xiao Jiang, and Bai Liangang also turns her fingers into softness when facing the girl she likes."

    "You are a rude man, you can't understand anything, and you always like to make up your minds. I said they were suitable for you, but you said they didn't."

    "Okay, they're wrong."

    "Don't look at Xiao Jiang's beautiful and gentle appearance, but her temperament is weak. I think this child has an idea in her heart. I asked her to be a teacher before, but she didn't go to learn to paint. , it turned out to be a good painting, I heard from the Niu family that her paintings can be submitted to the pictorial office."

    "At first I thought you found a beautiful ordinary country girl for Qi Heng, but Ren Xiaojiang is quite artistic?"

      The husband and wife and He Meimei have passed by for so many days, and they haven't seen any quarrels turning red, but they often hear the laughter of the children over there.

    He was also not optimistic about the pair of Head He and Wang Xueshu, and felt that the combination of these two things would definitely make a mess. Really passed the day.

    Everyone is changing.

    "How long does it take Wang Xueshu to learn how to cook?"

    "If we smell this every day, why would it be uncomfortable?"

    "Do you women start cooking like this?"

    …

    As soon as the two children, Qi Yue and Jiang Che, ran home to the yard, they suddenly felt something was wrong, "Mom, are the vegetables at home mushy?"

    "Sister!"

    Jiang Shuangling: "The children are back? Go ahead, it's not the smell of our house, it's the next door."

    When the two children heard this, they immediately relaxed.

    As soon as Jiang Shuangling saw the relaxed little shoulders of the two children, she thought to herself that in this world, people really take food as their heaven.

    The worry of the first grade children is probably the worry of going home.

    She led a little boy into the house with one hand and asked the children to talk after entering the house. The leader's self-confidence.

    Every comrade should be encouraged to learn, progress and work hard.

    Jiang Shuangling thinks that Comrade Qi Heng can also work hard. Occasionally go home and cook a dish for the children and her, which is a little adjustment to a peaceful life.

    "Ayue, do you still want to eat the steamed buns made by your father? A Che, do you want to eat the steamed buns made by your brother-in-law?"

    Jiang Shuangling lowered her head and asked the two children in a low voice.

    Sitting not far away, Qi Heng, who has excellent ears: "…"

    As the two parties asked:

    Qi Yue: "…"

    Jiang Che: "…"

    Only two words were left in the room.

    Jiang Shuangling couldn’t help but be speechless about the situation in front of her. Could it be that Qi Heng’s steamed buns were so powerful last time that even the later steamed buns couldn’t be saved?

    She rolled her eyes and felt that she still had to give Comrade Qi Heng a chance to exercise, "Next time, let your father, your brother-in-law, let him make buns for us to eat."

    The taste of the steamed buns made by Qi Heng will not be mentioned for the time being, but if you ignore the oversized body, if you look at it only by the appearance, it is actually quite good.

    I believe that when Qi Heng makes buns, he will definitely be able to make neat and meticulous thick-skinned buns.

    However, after Jiang Shuangling's words were asked, the two children felt:

    "Let's make steamed buns."

    At least steamed buns can be made into steamed buns.

    "Let him make the buns and I'll knead the dough."

    Qi Yue tangled for a while, "That's fine."

    Brother Jiang thinks it's fine.

    Qi Heng: "…"

    "Let's do it, let's take some time to make buns together, and whoever makes it will eat it." No one dislikes anyone.

    Jiang Che: "But I want to eat the buns made by my sister."

    Qi Yue: "I want to eat the steamed buns made by my mother."

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    How come none of these little kids are cooperating actively.

    Qi Heng: "I also want to eat the buns you made."

    Jiang Shuangling: "...I'll give it to you too."

    I was the one who made the buns.

    "But you have to help me, Qi Heng, you can make a bun, you can't make a big bun, the bun I want, well, it's the kind of bun that is slightly smaller than Jiang Che's fist, if Half the size would be better."

    Jiang Xiaodi, Qi Yue, and Qi Heng couldn't help but look down at Jiang Che's fist, and then the three remained silent.

    Brother Jiang: "?"

    Why is his fist a bun?

    Qi Yue: "!"

    Jiang Er's fist buns!

    Qi Heng: "?!"

    Too small...

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    No matter how she gets in touch with rice buckets, she likes delicate and small buns and steamed buns, which is the bottom line!

    Qi Heng: "Wait for this child to grow up..."

    Qi Yue suddenly realized.

    Jiang Che stared blankly at his fist.

    The corner of Jiang Shuangling's mouth twitched: "Do you think carving a boat to ask for a sword? When people grow up, the buns are still the same. Don't think about it, you need such a big bun."

    Qi Heng: "…"

    Qi Yue: "…"

    Jiang Che: "…"

    I can't tell if their faces are disappointed or what.

    Jiang Shuangling was speechless.

    She tried it out, all three like to eat big buns.

    I look out of place in this home.

    "What size buns do you want to eat, then make them yourself. Anyway, if I make them, it will be this big one." Jiang Shuangling gestured for the size.

    As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Che's little friend immediately flattered: "I will eat whatever my sister does."

    Qi Yue immediately continued: "Me too."

    Qi Heng: "Everything is fine."

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    Your lower limit is overestimated.

    Jiang Shuangling cooked three dishes at will, and asked the two children to wait for the big meal tomorrow night, "Tomorrow, there will be delicious food for guests, but be polite to the guests."

    When they heard that there was a big meal, the two children nodded obediently and obediently.

    Jiang Shuangling pinched Jiang Che's face and found, "Adi, your face has gotten a lot fatter, and it's full of flesh when you squeeze it."

    There is a little cute baby fat, but this little face looks more delicate.

    "It's squishy."

     Qi Yue on the side found it interesting, reached out and pinched Jiang Che's face, Jiang Che not to be outdone, raised his hand and pinched each other with him: "Qi Yue is also fat!"

    Jiang Shuangling couldn't help laughing: "Both of them have grown strong, and it seems that they have grown a lot taller. When the pants are short in the future, I will make them up for you."

     Urged the two unlucky children who slapped each other to check their homework, packed their little schoolbags, and rushed to take a bath together like ducks. Don't forget to pinch each other's face.

    "Be careful, don't pinch your face."

    The two children rolled on the bed together after taking a bath and slapped on the bed. The big bed can easily accommodate these two little guys, but Jiang Shuangling, who was standing at the door, looked at the two children on the quilt , I wondered if I should make an extra bed, or make a bed and a table and a small cabinet, so that the two children have their own privacy?

    After all, after the two children go to school, they understand more and more truths, and they will not be as careless as before.

    Jiang Shuangling decided to find a time to talk to Qi Heng.

    Make two small beds and small cabinets.

    Although the children are still young, this matter should also be put on the agenda. Jiang Shuangling remembered this matter in her heart and went to take a bath and change her clothes. I saw Qi Heng holding a harmonica.

    The other party just put down the harmonica and turned to look at her at the door.

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    She tried to recall in her mind, just when she was taking a shower, did she hear the sound of a harmonica from outside.

    After recalling, I should have heard no movement.

    That means Qi Heng did not start playing the harmonica.

    It is not suitable to play the harmonica on this big night.

    "Qi Heng, can you play it?" Jiang Shuangling was not looking forward to hearing Qi Heng play moving music on the harmonica, but looking forward to seeing him play the harmonica.

    I want to see this man standing under the begonia tree in the afternoon, with his well-knotted fingers on the glossy and smooth harmonica, his eyes lowered, his long, curly and fine eyelashes spread out like a small fan , his thin lips slightly parted, and he blew the musical instrument in his hand.

    …

    Just imagining this picture in my mind makes people feel heartbroken. Of course, the premise is that the other party does not blow the tune.

    That would spoil the atmosphere.

    "No."

    The man opened his mouth and gave an unexpected answer.

    Jiang Shuangling did not expect the other party to learn to play music soon. After all, this is a long process. Just like the head next door, He is learning cooking. He must be given time to improve and learn.

    "Blow it to me when you're on vacation next time."

    Jiang Shuangling is not in a hurry to listen to it either, the practice tune is like torturing her ears like killing a pig. This is what she felt when she was learning the pipa when she was a child.

    Besides, Qi Heng is an excellent young man and has high requirements for herself. It is estimated that she has a little idol burden in front of her. Knowing that she sings out of tune, she never opens her mouth in front of Jiang Shuangling.

    Jiang Shuangling sighed in her heart, as a considerate object, she wants to protect this three-ton idol burden of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

    Qi Heng nodded, and with a soft "um" sound, the tense muscles all over his body became relaxed.

    Jiang Shuangling, who had the closest relationship with him, immediately noticed the subtle changes in her body.

    So this guy is really nervous.

    I must be afraid that she will ask her to play the harmonica immediately.

    I was worried that Qi Heng's harmonica practice at home would disturb the people. Now, it seems that this dog man who is burdened by idols does not know where to find a place where no one is secretly practicing every day. .

    The harmonica practice of Qi Heng in their home is much less lethal than the cooking practice of Head He next door.

    I hope that the place he is looking for is hidden enough that no one finds Commander Qi secretly practicing the harmonica.

    Knowing that this guy was nervous, Jiang Shuangling couldn't help but feel a burst of joy, she walked over gently, stood around Qi Heng's neck from behind, and pecked the other's cheek.

    You are nervous about yours.

    Otherwise you would be angry with me if you were cute.

    Her active intimacy obviously pleases a man surnamed Qi, Qi Heng took her by the waist, took her into his arms, and sat on his lap.

    When she first sat on a person's lap, Jiang Shuangling was not used to it, but, just like she was used to hugging and hugging, she now sits and feels used to it.

    "Qi Heng, when I was going to give you a gift, what did you guess in your heart?"

    Qi Heng put her arms around her waist and said nothing.

    "Tell me, what did you guess? Satisfy your poor wife's curiosity."

    "You haven't said enough nine hundred and ninety-nine words to me today. Come on, let's talk about this."

    Qi Heng said honestly: "I can't guess."

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    Facing this answer, it is indeed very boring, but it is very in line with Qi Heng's character.

    It's that honest.

    "What's your first thought?"

    "Draw."

    "So you thought I would send you a painting, but I said, I went outside to buy a gift..."

    Qi Heng commented lightly: "So I can't guess."

    Jiang Shuangling: "Can you not talk about such an important thing in such a mood-free tone, you can't guess that you will show your regret anyway."

    "For example, like me, with a tone of regret." Jiang Shuangling sat up straight, and then showed him a dejected appearance with drooping shoulders on the spot, caressing Qi Heng's shoulder with one hand, Sighing regretfully: "So I can't guess."

    During this whole process, she seemed to be possessed by the drama, and the traces of her performance were very heavy.

     Qi Heng's eyelids twitched.

    Seeing this, Jiang Shuangling hugged each other's shoulders like a good buddy, pushed on his arm, and secretly encouraged: "Come on, you also try and show your regret. "

    There is a radio in their house tomorrow and tomorrow, and every day I listen to the announcer's voice full of emotion and a little contrived, how can these feelings not infect Qi Heng at all.

    Qi Heng: "I can't guess, so I regret it."

    "The tone, the point is not regret, but your tone! Add sigh, come, sigh! A little mood swing! Sigh with regret!

    Qi Heng: "…"

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    The two looked at each other for several minutes, and finally Jiang Shuangling was defeated, unable to hold back her laughter and fell into Qi Heng's arms.

    To tell the truth, if Qi Heng really gave her such a set, it is estimated that she would be laughing stupidly.

    "There is no other way, so you can only be allowed to regret manually."

    Her dog man does not have any talent for acting.

    Idols weigh three tons.

    After Jiang Shuangling finished laughing, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a few family photos on the table, she stood up and walked over, recalling what she had forgotten before: "Photo frame, by the way, wait for the next time. When I go to Rongcheng, I will buy a few photo frames by the way, and put the photos in the photo frames. When the time comes, I will hang this one in our room, and I will also hang one in the child's room, do you want it in the hall?"

    "No need to buy, I can do it."

    "Really? You can still do carpentry? Well, just use it yourself." Jiang Shuangling knew that the man in front of him had a strong "hands-on" ability, and he could even make a radio by himself. one out.

    Taking advantage of this moment, Jiang Shuangling told him about the child's cot again, "Can you make a wooden bed too?"

    "Yes."

    "That's just right." Jiang Shuangling wanted to save money on carpentry, "Actually, I can also carve a little, maybe I can carve something to embellish it, what we make ourselves It’s also more memorable.”

     "Hey, how come there are five photos here, didn't I take four? Why is there another one?"

    "Did the boss give it wrong?" Jiang Shuangling was shocked to find that one of the four family photos she brought back came out.

    It is a family portrait of four people standing.

    Compared with other photos, this one is much smaller, about the size of an envelope, which is the size of a normal small photo.

    Is it a big photo baby?

    Jiang Shuangling: "????"

    "I picked it up later. I want to send this to my mother."

    Jiang Shuangling was stunned, and now she remembered that Qi Heng also had a mother, brother and sister-in-law.

    After all, her marriage was too casual from the beginning, and they never met their parents before, and they didn't have a video call or anything these days, they all depended on correspondence.

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    Qi Heng usually doesn't talk much, and basically doesn't mention his parents and sister-in-law. When she first married him, Jiang Shuangling was also very heartless. Sister-in-law lives, so she didn't ask.

    Now she finally remembered that she had a mother-in-law on her head.

    "You want to send photos, why didn't you tell me before?"

    "Speak now."

    Jiang Shuangling: "..." I can really hold you back.

    Suddenly talking about her mother-in-law or something, Jiang Shuangling couldn't help being a little nervous. After all, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is a big problem through the ages, and she still doesn't know what Qi Heng's mother is like.

    Since ancient times, it has been said that marriage is not a matter for two people, but a matter for two families. There are elders here.

    This silent man doesn't know what he's doing.

    "Qi Heng, do you think your mother will be dissatisfied with my daughter-in-law?"

    Qi Heng shook her head and hugged her, "No, she will like you."

    "Are you sure you're not trying to comfort me?"

    "No." Qi Heng grabbed her hand, the scorching heat passed to her through the palm of his hand, he said firmly, "You are my wife."

    His words were sonorous and powerful. After listening to the other party's words, Jiang Shuangling suddenly realized that her worries were unnecessary.

    She and Qi Heng don’t live with their in-laws, even if they don’t like it, how many days can they get along at the end of the year?

    She is still living with Qi Heng.

    "Then you can send the photo, and by the way, help me say hello to the elders in the letter."

    "Hmm."

    "Wait, while there is time tonight, why don't you write now and let me see what you wrote."

    Qi Heng: "…"

    Jiang Shuangling looked at him with a pitiful look. This look was learned from Jiang Che. When he hugged his thighs, he looked at her sister with this look.

    "OK."

    Qi Heng compromised, picked up the pen and paper, and began to write a letter, the letter he wrote was just like his people, clear and straightforward, without writing nonsense, using words Very official written tone.

    His font is also very beautiful, and soon a short letter on one page is "explained".

    Jiang Shuangling read his letter, Qi Heng also praised her several times in the letter, she blushed a little, and she didn't know how to describe the feeling.

    Just think...just think...

    It's not quite right anyway.

    "Otherwise you can write a new one, you can change it again, write a little more, your writing is simpler, or you can write a few more sentences and praise A Yue His progress, as well as his interesting stories in school, his grandmother must want to know, you write more details..." Jiang Shuangling felt that the part of the letter that praised herself was too high, and she didn't know if it was because she was by her side. Heng Cai wrote this on purpose, it seemed a little deliberate, making her feel uncomfortable.

    "You can change it, this time make a draft first."

    Under the supervision of Jiang Shuangling, Qi Heng's original simple and clear one-page letter became two pages, two pages became three pages, three pages became four pages, and Jiang Shuangling felt that four pages Not so good, so I made up five pages.

    Finally, a five-page letter that collected the essence of the wisdom of the couple was formed.

    After Jiang Shuangling read the letter from beginning to end, she was satisfied, "Qi Heng, look, what's wrong with the letter?"

    Qi Heng shook his head, "There is nothing wrong."

    But his mother may feel wrong when she receives the letter.