It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]

    When Qi Yue passed his birthday, he still didn't forget the moon cake with his face last time. The day before his birthday, he quietly stuck his head out of the door of the room, swooped and ran to Jiang Shuangling's side, he also Without saying what to do, she sticks to her mother's side like a coquettish little milk cat.

    Jiang Shuangling probably guessed the purpose of this product, and didn't take the initiative to speak, the pen in her hand pressed on the paint.

    "Mom, do you know what day tomorrow is?"

    "I know."

    Children Qi Yue bit her lip and felt that the other party's answer did not satisfy him. When did his mother learn his father's concise and comprehensive words, and did not follow his words and take the initiative to say it.

    The enemy can't move, so he can only move first, Qi Yue took the initiative to attack, and said carelessly: "Mom, then what are you going to give me something delicious."

    With a smile in her eyes, Jiang Shuangling put down the things in her hand, pushed it aside, took the hand of the child beside her, and pinched on his little face, "What do you want to eat? of?"

    Qi Yue: "...you know."

    He pointed to his face, after November, this tanned little black baby has almost finished the fading work, the little face is blushing, and a pair of beautiful peach eyes are black and white , looked at Jiang Shuangling without blinking.

    Jiang Shuangling: "..." It's been almost a month, and I still want to eat moon cakes.

    "Do you still want to eat moon cakes?"

    Qi Yue tilted his head, pretended to look out the window, and nodded very implicitly, "I don't really want to eat it either, but since Mom said it, then you can do it."

    Jiang Shuangling rubbed the arrogant cub's hair without teasing him, "Okay, I want to make moon cakes for you, how big do you want?"

    Qi Yue stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Jiang Shuangling's stomach, and said casually, "...then Dad's face is as big as that."

    Although I tried to make my intonation relaxed, I still couldn't hide the rising little end.

    Jiang Shuangling nodded, thinking that these little guys are really easy to satisfy, just because Qi Heng has a big face, she agreed. In fact, after careful calculation, the faces of their family members are not big.

    "Then make it the same size as last time, how big is your father's face, mother can remember it po-" After speaking, Jiang Shuangling couldn't help laughing .

    This is too ambiguous.

    After listening to what she said, Qi Yue shook his head solemnly, and said very seriously: "It's better to measure it, I suspect that his face has grown bigger recently."

    Jiang Shuangling grabbed her wrist and tried her best to hold back her laughter: "Okay... When your dad comes back, you can talk to him."

    Qi Yue said at last that Jiang Shuangling didn't know, but on Qi Yue's birthday, the basic procedure went through the same way as last time.

    The mooncake made with sweet bean paste and double egg yolk. Jiang Shuangling took some effort to make a little tiger pattern on the skin. After steaming, the two children were reluctant to eat the little tiger. .

    "What a beautiful little tiger, Mom, why don't you eat it, I want to take it to school tomorrow."

    "But I want to eat." Jiang Che objected.

    "If you don't eat it, it will go bad, but today Ah Yue is the birthday star, you can decide for yourself whether to eat or not."

    Qi Yue struggled for a while, and finally decided, "Eat it! I want to eat a tiger head!"

    Jiang Che: "I want to eat tiger tails."

    Qi Heng: "I'm free."

    Jiang Shuangling: "Who will cut?"

    The next big and two small said in unison: "You."

    Jiang Shuangling: "...Okay."

    Qi Yue: "Mom help me cut a five-pointed star."

    Jiang Che: "I also want a five-pointed star."

    Jiang Shuangling: "...this really tests my artistic level."

    Ordinary people really can't cut a neat and symmetrical five-pointed star. Now is the time to test the real skill.

    Jiang Shuangling took a knife and carefully cut two beautiful symmetrical five-pointed stars, one is a tiger's head and the other is a tail, and the two beautiful five-pointed stars are individually arranged in a snow-white porcelain plate.

    The two little guys happily shouted "Wow!"

    It's really a five-pointed star!

    "I'm satisfied." Seeing the happy appearance of these two little guys, Jiang Shuangling hummed in her heart, thinking that it's not a five-pointed star, I can give you a circle cut out.

    After comforting the two little guys, Jiang Shuangling turned to look at the man beside her and winked, "Where do you want to cut?"

    Qi Heng: "I want a circle."

    Jiang Shuangling: "..." Your face is so big!

    Jiang Shuangling cut a circle for this big face.

    She couldn't figure it out. If you want to cut into circles and five-pointed stars, why not make small mooncakes with circles and five-pointed stars from the beginning?

    Waiting for Qi Heng's birthday, Jiang Shuangling, who was mentally prepared, asked at the dinner table one day in advance, "Do you still want to eat birthday mooncakes tomorrow?"

    Three negative answers.

    Jiang Che and Qi Yue feel that birthday mooncakes are an exclusive benefit for children, while Qi Heng doesn't want to eat such sweet and greasy things. The bean paste mooncakes a few days ago have been eaten.

    Jiang Shuangling nodded, "Then let's change to something else."

    "What would you like to eat?"

    Jiang Che said positively: "Sister, just decide!"

    Qi Yue: "Mom makes delicious food!"

    Qi Heng: "You decide."

    Although it was him who celebrated his birthday, Qi Heng, the man, acted as if he had nothing to do with himself.

    Also, when I get older, I don't like birthdays anymore.

    Jiang Shuangling thought about it for a while, and she simply made twenty-four little golden pigs on Qi Heng's birthday. The little golden pigs dyed with glutinous rice flour were placed in a circle, and the two children came back. When he saw the twenty-four little golden pigs at home, his eyes almost popped out.

    They thought it was too much!

    More noodles than the previous big face moon cake!

    "Mom, I also want to celebrate my birthday like this next year."

    "Sister, I also want to celebrate my birthday like this next year."

    After having the little golden pig, the previous big face moon cake was also forgotten.

    Jiang Shuangling: "...But if it was you, there would be only six little golden pigs."

    "Why?"

    "Why?!"

    Jiang Shuangling: "...Okay, how many do you want?"

    Qi Yue tilted his head and thought for a while, "I'm a few days older than my father, so one, two, three, four... Then twenty-seven golden tigers."

    Jiang Che was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly said, "But I'm a month older than Boss Qi, so I'll..."

    Jiang Shuangling: "...you two are enough."

    "Unify the twenty-four little golden pigs."

    While they were talking, Qi Heng on the other side looked at them and started to eat a little golden pig.

    Jiang Shuangling: "I eat slowly!

    "I wanted to talk to Sister Xueshu next door, but you actually started eating!

    This dog man doesn't say anything about ritual.

    It's over, now there are only twenty little golden pigs.

    "Forget it, eat it."

    In December, the cold wind is howling, even if the window is closed at night, you can hear the wind whistling outside, the leaves are blown, and the insects and frogs are chirping in summer The sound gradually disappeared.

    The sun is lazy during the day, and it can only feel a little warmth when it shines on people. Jiang Shuangling and Wang Xueshu next door like to move a small bench to sit in the yard after ten o'clock in the morning to bask in the sun .

    The chickens and ducks that Jiang Shuangling has raised for more than half a year are already fat. A few days ago, Jiang Shuangling directed Qi Heng and two children to weigh the chickens and ducks at home one by one and record their weight. It's almost time to be slaughtered.

    Thinking of eating chicken or something, the children were so excited that they almost showed a fierce face, and actively recommended themselves to their parents, "Let me kill the chicken!"

    "Wait, wait until the New Year, let's kill chickens and ducks!" Jiang Shuangling felt a sense of scolding Fang Qiu at this time.

    She is looking forward to New Year's 30 more than ever.

    Qi Yue interjected: "Mom, I have to kill rabbits!"

    Jiang Che agreed: "Yes, let's kill rabbits!"

    "Brother-in-law is here to kill the rabbit."

    Jiang Shuangling: "..." You two raise rabbits every day, you are so evil, aren't the two little white rabbits in the house cute?

    Why kill rabbits.

    —for deliciousness, of course.

    Jiang Shuangling didn't talk about killing rabbits before, because she was worried that Qi Yue and Jiang Che, two children who raised rabbits, would be sad, but they were the ones who were very positive.

    The rabbits at home have given birth to a new litter of puppies.

    As the saying goes, the old ones don't go away, and the new ones don't come. Next year, they will raise new rabbits. The special rabbits they raised before are already very fat.

    Speaking of rabbits, the farm where they live also raised a lot of rabbits, Qi Heng brought back a few rabbit skins, Jiang Shuangling saw the white and fluffy rabbit skins, she liked it very much, encouraged Qi Heng to follow Others come back with more rabbit skins.

    In the beginning, I only needed snow-white rabbit skin. Later, Jiang Shuangling thought that some gray spots would be very good-looking. She made a rabbit fur vest for the man and two children at home, which was very warm And good-looking.

    The two children happily changed into their own rabbit fur vests, while Qi Heng looked at the white and soft rabbit fur vest, and his eyelids twitched.

    He wrapped his military coat and really didn't want to wear it inside.

    Qi Heng hugged her, "Be careful, I'll wear it."

    Jiang Shuangling's belly is getting bigger, and it is more and more inconvenient to move, especially now it is winter, and her body is tightly wrapped.

    In the winter here, the cold wind is a magical attack.

    Except when the sun came out, Jiang Shuangling was reluctant to go out at other times, only when Qi Heng came back, let him help her to walk around the yard for a while.

    Other times, I walk around the house, and walking around the house is also a walk.

    Jiang Shuangling also knows that at such times, there is no harm in walking more, and she will give birth in a month or two.

    In the end, Qi Heng put the cute and soft white rabbit fur vest under his serious military coat.

    It's a bit of a contrast.

    Jiang Shuangling prepared the pure white bunny vest for him very wickedly.

    Jiang Shuangling also made some rabbit fur hats and rabbit fur gloves, which are very comfortable to shrink in the warm fur.

    She thinks she can also research into making a rabbit fur coat, but the size of the coat is still too large.

    It was made into a rabbit fur blanket, and it was nothing to wrap it around.

    "I don't know what's going on this year. There are a lot of rabbits. These rabbits are very fat."

    "Can you eat rabbits? It's okay, you can eat rabbits when you are pregnant. We are so particular about it. When I was pregnant, I still ate rabbits."

    "Well, I'm going to smoke some rabbit meat." Jiang Shuangling held a small kettle for warmth, and let out a light breath.

    "I'm going to smoke some bacon too during the New Year's Eve. By the way, we also kill New Year pigs here in the family home. If you want to watch the fun, you can also watch the fun, If you're timid, don't go..."

    "At that time, each household can also divide a few kilograms."

    Yes, they also raise collective pigs in the family home. When the pigs are killed during the Chinese New Year, each household can share a few pounds.

    It was similar to when they killed pigs in their village.

    Jiang Shuangling seldom joins in the slaughtering of pigs, because the slaughtering call is so loud that several men hold down a pig to be slaughtered.

    "I won't watch it anymore, I'm timid." Jiang Shuangling honestly admitted that she was timid, she just listened to the pigs at home.

    "Haha, when you are more courageous in the future, you can watch the fun. The annual slaughtering of pigs in their company is handed over to the recruits, saying that it is to cultivate courage for the new boys."

    "Really?"

    "Yeah, that scene is interesting, it's different every year."

                .

    As the saying goes, people live a long time, and there is nothing rare to see.

    "When I give birth to the baby in the future, I will join in the fun."

    "Ha, you have to be careful when you join in this kind of pig slaughter in the future. Stay far away. Maybe the pig will run away, and you will chase after it. Be careful of being hit by the pig."

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    Sister Song, you are really experienced, and you must be indispensable for this kind of fun every year.

    "I've made a lot of jokes before, I'll tell you later."

    Jiang Shuangling smiled and nodded. After a while, she will also start smoking bacon. Of course, her current conditions are not suitable for smoking bacon. She will need Qi Heng to help at that time. Small stove, slowly smoked bacon, of course, some bacon is also good.

    The old Wang family next door also got a few rabbits. Her family didn’t like to eat rabbit heads. Eating spicy rabbit head was not popular in the era.

    Jiang Shuangling made some spicy rabbit heads and gave her two in return, and kept one for herself as a labor fee.

    When he saw the rabbit head she sent, Head He said, "I gave it to your house, what are you going to do when you come back? And it's cooked for you. We're not asking you to help burn the rabbit."

    "It's fine, let's try it at your house."

    Wang Xueshu didn't like to eat rabbit heads, and the head of He ate the rabbit heads in the principle of not wasting. Ask her to help make a rabbit head.

    Jiang Shuangling: "..." I am addicted to eating rabbit heads.

    "The rabbit fur hat on your head is very beautiful, how do you make it?" The old man next door doesn't like eating rabbit heads. When Wang Xueshu saw the white rabbit fur hat on Jiang Shuangling's head, he liked it immediately. no.

    In her opinion, the little Jiang next door is too cowardly. In winter, one layer is surrounded by one layer, and they are all wrapped like a bear.

    Before she also laughed at Jiang Shuangling, "I'm afraid even the commander Qi of your family can't hold you like a bear."

    Jiang Shuangling spread her hands, "He carried me easily with one hand."

    It's just that this man doesn't dare to hold her with one hand now, he has to be careful with both hands.

    "Tsk tsk, you really believe in your own man. I believe he can lift your weight, but I don't think his hands are that long."

    Jiang Shuangling thought that he not only has long legs and long hands, but he is also certified by the children and has the biggest face in the whole family.

    "Didn't you say hats?"

    "Yes, show me your hat."

    Jiang Shuangling took off the rabbit fur hat on her head. This rabbit fur hat is mainly used to protect her ears. The cold wind blows in December, and she is most afraid that her ears will turn red from freezing.

    "Your hat is a bit too big." Wang Xueshu looked up and down the hat in her hand, and thought it looked good, but it was too big.

    The style is very suitable for women.

    Jiang Shuangling nodded, "I originally made this hat for Qi Heng."

    But the man didn't wear it when he was killed.

    Wang Xueshu: "...he doesn't want to wear it, right?"

    The old king next door can't imagine Qi Heng going out wearing such a white rabbit fur hat, and even she can't imagine his old He wearing such a cute rabbit fur hat, if Lao He wears such a cute rabbit fur hat Hat, she will feel chills.

    Of course, the appearance of Battalion Commander Qi next door should be able to hold up this hat.

    It's just...it just doesn't feel right.

    "Yeah, he doesn't want to wear it, he deserves to freeze his ears."

    Wang Xueshu: “…”

    "I'll do the same as you do, but unfortunately I don't have your skills."

    Jiang Shuangling is really afraid of the cold in winter, she also bought a lot of wool, knitted sweaters around the charcoal fire, and gave everyone a simple turtleneck sweater and a plaid scarf, She not only wrapped herself tightly, but also tried to wrap the other three in the family tightly.

    However…

    The other three are like small stoves, with their own heat sources, so they really don't need to wrap themselves up like her.

    Every time Jiang Shuangling reminds them to wear more clothes, she feels like she has a syndrome called: - Your mother thinks you are cold.

    But she really felt cold.

    In such a cold winter and twelfth lunar month, isn't it a kind of happiness to wrap yourself tightly?

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    It may be that these three have a lot of activities every day, they are jumping, and they have their own fuel to burn fire.

    Even Qi Heng couldn't help saying to her, "This is the winter I wear the thickest."

    Jiang Shuangling: "...you have to set a positive example for your unborn child."

    Wear more clothes when it's cold.

    Occasionally, the old Wang next door would also come over with a needle and wool to tie a sweater with her, but the sweater knitted by Lao Wang was as good at dancing as the words for her. It doesn't matter, that is, the sweater that is punched out has a natural hole and pimple effect.

    "I did it too ugly, but it doesn't matter, I did it for Lao He anyway."

    Jiang Shuangling: "..." Why did the head of the group observe silence.

    "Why don't I help you change it." Jiang Shuangling took the wool ball and needle in her hand, and let her weave some holes with knots and knots in several places. .

    In the end, these pimples and holes are connected, which is quite artistic.

    A tattered art sweater with holes and knots like a woven pattern.

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    Wang Xueshu: "...Actually, it's pretty good-looking, little Jiang, you really deserve to be an art student."

      There are broken pieces, and there is an alternative fashion in the art.

      After a few laps, dress hot and undress to show off your funky sweater.

     Said to be woven by his wife.

    This style really amazed a few people, except for the holes on the top that don't look too warm, it seems that the pattern is pretty good.

    "My sister-in-law still has this skill?"

    So this fresh sweater began to spread in the family's courtyard. Several sisters-in-law came to Wang Xueshu to learn from the scriptures and asked her what made such a "beautiful" sweater, and they also wanted to give it to their own family. A man hits one.

    Although the hole doesn't look very practical, it's beautiful.

    Loving beauty is probably everyone's nature, and everyone is tired of seeing ordinary styles.

    Wang Xueshu: "..." How does she know how to make such a tattered sweater, and she will never admit that her craftsmanship is too poor.

    "Ask Xiao Jiang, she studied art, and she taught me to make sweaters."

    So other sisters-in-law went to Jiang Shuangling to learn the scriptures, Jiang Shuangling: "..." This is the sweater made by adapting to the situation.

    It's just by accident.

    Headache.

    Under everyone's expectations, Jiang Shuangling had to find the sweater Wang Xueshu made again, recorded the tattered pattern on it, and redrawn the design according to the gourd painting, so that Wang Xueshu, a professional Come and tell them how to play with "natural pimples".

    This set off a wave of learning to knit sweaters.

    Other sisters-in-law praised her:

    "Little Jiang, you really deserve to study art."

    "The sweaters are designed to look good."

    "I didn't expect it to make a hole here."

    Jiang Shuangling: "..." She thought to herself, but I didn't.

    This kind of thing has to ask the hand of the old king next door.

    People who learn to dance are more creative.

    I believe that in a few days, there will be several men wearing this tattered style sweater, which may be more suitable for patched clothes.

    In fact, it was really popular at this time to make clothes old and torn...

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    Jiang Shuangling, who was one of the initiators, did not follow this fashion trend, but Qi Heng did not know where she heard it, and when she came back, she used the same technique when Qi Yue asked for moon cakes to hint at her clothes.

    As expected of father and son.

     Qi Heng stared at her.

    That look is probably saying: You let other men wear this style of clothes, did you not think about your husband?

    Did you just ignore him?

    Others have, shouldn't he have one?

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    What a straight male aesthetic.

    She didn't know how to explain, she didn't make a tattered sweater for the other party not because she ignored her husband, but because she couldn't imagine Qi Heng's temperament wearing a tattered sweater. For the time being, I just want to see the other person wearing a solid black or white turtleneck sweater.

    Of course, you can also consider getting a v-neck sweater in the future.

    "Qi Heng, is our mother coming at the end of December?"

    If the future mother-in-law sees her youngest son wearing that style of clothes, she will probably be able to perform on the spot with an eyeball falling to the ground.