It’s No Use Calling Me Mom

    Wang Qingqing took Er Niu to the first district in the south, and found the No. 3 in the third row in the local area. The structure of the first district and the second district are roughly the same, the only difference is the small courtyard in the first district. They are all serious Sanheyuan, and the people here are all dual workers, and the benefits are better.

    The courtyard gate of No. 7 in the third row is wide open, the main room and the east side room are all lit with electric lights, although only 20 watt light bulbs, the light is also slightly dim, maybe on this day When it was slightly darkened, he was willing to turn on the light. It was obvious that Zhao Xiaoyan's house was in very good condition.

    Wang Qingqing patted the door of the lower courtyard twice: "Sister Xiaoyan, are you at home?"

    "Hey, it's here!" Zhao Xiaoyanzha from the east side room came out with two wet hands, and when she looked up it was Wang Qingqing, and a smile immediately hung on the corner of her mouth: "Sister Miao is here, come and come, sit in the house and sit in the house."

    "No, you are busy, so I won't disturb you." Wang Qingqing smiled and showed her the fruits of her afternoon's labor: "I will disassemble and wash the baby's cotton pants. Well, look, if there is anything inappropriate, I'll change it for you."

      "Sister Miao, your needlework is really good. You can see that the stitches are fine and even, just like the sewing machine."

    "Being praised by you, I'm going to float to the sky." Wang Qingqing smiled humbly: "How can people be as powerful as machines."

    "That's your modesty, your job is really good." Zhao Xiaoyan touched the cotton trousers and asked: "You must have rubbed this cotton, look it's soft."

    Wang Qingqing nodded: "Well, the cotton will harden after being used for a long time. If it hardens, it will not keep warm and wear it hard. What is the baby wearing? I rubbed it well, and the pants|crotch Here, I think this piece of cotton is very thin, and I was worried about the baby's buttocks freezing, so I put some old cotton from our family in it, don't dislike it."

    After listening to Wang Qingqing's words, Zhao Xiaoyan touched the crotch of the cotton trousers, and the smile on her face became even bigger: "What are you disgusting with, this part is because the baby is urinating badly, I'll go I threw it away when I took it apart and washed it. I ran out of cotton at home. I thought it might not be too cold to wrap it in a diaper, so I didn't add it. Now that you've put it on it, I'm only happy. , I still dislike it, what is there to dislike?"

    After Zhao Xiaoyan finished speaking, she held the cotton pants in one hand and dragged Wang Qingqing into the room: "Sister Miao, come and sit in the room."

    "No? I see that you are cooking. You are busy with your work. Let's meet another day and talk." Wang Qingqing shied away.

    "My meal is simple, and I have some noodles. You kicked out the cotton pants this afternoon, so you definitely don't have time to cook?" Zhao Xiaoyan grabbed Wang Qingqing and didn't let go: "You too Don't go back to cook, eat something here."

    "No, no, no." Wang Qingqing continued to shirk: "It's just a pair of baby's cotton trousers to disassemble and wash, where is it worth having a meal at your house? You make me feel embarrassed."

    "Don't be polite to me." Zhao Xiaoyan said sincerely, "I'm not good at sewing, I'm busy at work, and there will inevitably be places that need your help in the future, and you won't be there for a simple meal. I eat at my house, and I won’t be able to talk about anything in the future.”

    Zhao Xiaoyan said all her words, and it would be too false to shirk. Wang Qingqing laughed dryly: "Then, then I'm welcome?"

    "You're welcome, you don't have to be polite with me." Zhao Xiaoyan took Wang Qingqing's hand and took her into the east side room: "Our family will be back in a while, I'll wash the vegetables first. Now, we'll go down when he comes back."

    The eastern companion room also looks like a kitchen. There is a large basket on the floor against the wall. Zhao Xiaoyan pointed to the basket and said, "Well, this is our kid, but he's naughty."

    The basket was leaning against the corner with its mouth up. Wang Qingqing went over to take a look. The basket was full of half a basket of wheat straws. Humming endlessly.

    "This fat baby is really pleasing." Wang Qingqing picked up the child from the basket and weighed it: "Your milk is so good, this child is not light."

    When she mentioned the child, Zhao Xiaoyan was very happy and complained half-truth: "Isn't it! It's too edible, nine months old, I have to feed five or six times a day, adults eat, Whether it's noodles or gooey, there's nothing he won't eat."

    "It's a blessing to be able to eat well, to eat a lot and grow taller and faster." Wang Qingqing turned the child in his arms upside down, facing the child very seriously He asked, "Is that so? Little Bao'er?"

    Maybe it was because she was used to being taken by the nursery aunt, and the child was not afraid of life. She smiled brightly at Wang Qingqing, grinned, and saliva flowed down the corner of her mouth.

    Wang Qingqing grabbed the handkerchief pinned to the child's chest and wiped his mouth, then turned to Zhao Xiaoyan who was peeling and cutting green onions and said, "Xiaoyan, this handkerchief, baby, can You can't use a pin to pin it like this, the child is old, and his hands and feet are neat, and if he touches it with his little hands one day, it will be bad to tie him again."

    "I didn't expect this, but it's true, this kid loves to put everything in his mouth." With a look of fear on his face, Zhao Xiaoyan took two steps to give the pin on the child's chest. After taking it, taking the pin, she tucked the handkerchief into the child's padded suspenders with a sad face: "If you don't pin it, the handkerchief will be lost."

    "You can sew him on this padded jacket." Wang Qingqing came up with an idea: "You don't need to sew too tight, just two or three stitches."

    "This method is good, but Miao sister, you have experience." Zhao Xiaoyan cut the green onion and cut the cabbage: "Our elderly are not retired, and they live far away, and there is no one with the children. Give me pointers, I always follow my own ideas, but our children suffer a lot."

    Wang Qingqing and Zhao Xiaoyan had a friendly and friendly exchange of parenting classics. While they were talking, there was the sound of bicycle bells in the yard. Zhao Xiaoyan's lover came back. I put the vermicelli into the pot, and after a lot of work, the food was served on the table.

    Zhao Xiaoyan's lover Liu Zhanpeng is very talkative, Wang Qingqing doesn't talk to him much, and when Liu Zhanpeng asks her face, she just responds a few times and finishes eating a big bowl of noodles. Wang Qingqing was leading Er Niu to leave, Zhao Xiaoyan hesitated for a while, and stopped Wang Qingqing: "Sister Miao, I have something to ask for your help."

    "What are you talking about." Wang Qingqing was very simple.

    Zhao Xiaoyan stuffed her son, who was still waiting for feeding, into Liu Zhanpeng's arms, and led Wang Qingqing to the main room: "I also have a Lenin suit, which my mother-in-law wore when I got married. I went to the tailor's shop to make it. I was pregnant when I got married, and I didn't wear it. Now I want to wear it. The chest and waistband of the clothes are too tight. Even if they charge me eight yuan, they even said that there is a lot of work in the shop, and it will take three months to fix it."

    "The New Year is over in three months, so why should I change it?" Zhao Xiaoyan complained angrily: "If I can wear it after the New Year, I might as well not change it. Now, I will wear it as a single dress in the spring of next year!"

    The business came to the door, Wang Qingqing secretly rejoiced: "Then you bring it to me to see, if the clothes were rich when they were made, it must be able to change, if not rich, then no solution anymore."

    "There are some left." Zhao Xiaoyan went into the room and took out the clothes: "Now the cloth ticket is so tight, I expect to wear it for ten or eight years to make a set of clothes. I specially explained it to the tailor. Well, the ones who stay are rich."

    Wang Qingqing took it over and took a look. Sure enough, there were wide edges behind the stitches. She used her finger to measure the clothes, and said to Zhao Xiaoyan, "Are you going to wear a jacket? You still have to I'll know how much to put out when I put it on and try it on."

    "Just cover me with this cotton jacket." Zhao Xiaoyan took off the blue working cloth jacket on her body, and put the lead-grey khaki Brenin on the jacket: "That jacket was removed. I've made cotton pants for my baby, and all I have left is this cotton jacket."

    "It's a coincidence." Wang Qingqing smiled: "I also wear this cotton jacket."

    Having pity for each other, Zhao Xiaoyan laughed and complained: "The things are rare, we have to eat with the children and men at home, we can only eat the boys and the children and eat the rest and use the rest. Yes, do you think we women suffer?"

    "Hey, don't we all get married like this?" Wang Qingqing nodded in agreement: "One heart is for the children."

    "I'm a 23rd-level worker, and our Liu Zhanpeng is an 18th-level worker, that's all," Zhao Xiaoyan's face slanted to the east side room: "I don't earn as much as I do, and I come back after get off work every day. Later than me, people don't even need to reach out for housework, and it's not enough to ask him to go to the nursery to pick up a baby, what's the use of me asking him?"

    "I heard it!" Liu Zhanpeng came in with the child in his arms: "You speak ill of me again, why don't I do housework? I just fed my son, you If you don't believe me, ask him, son, come and tell your mother, are you full?"

    "It's so rare that you even feed the baby." Zhao Xiaoyan rolled her eyes at him: "You hold it first, I'm not finished yet."

    Wang Qingqing ninja smiled and measured the size for Zhao Xiaoyan, and asked her to take a pen and paper to memorize them in detail. When Zhao Xiaoyan took off her clothes, she rolled up her clothes and said to Zhao Xiaoyan, "Two days at most. Just change it and I'll send it to you."

    "Hey, that's fine, just wait for me for a while." Zhao Xiaoyan put on her blue work cloth gown and turned to go to the east side room.

    After a while, she took a piece of oil paper and wrapped it up and handed it to Wang Qingqing: "White flour pancakes, I called back from the cafeteria of the unit. Sometimes I'm too lazy to cook, so I just take this roll of pickles to eat, it's convenient It's very, this biscuits can be stored quite well, and it won't go bad if people can't finish it for a while."

    "No, no." Wang Qingqing waved her hand: "I've already eaten your meal, and I have to take some more before I leave. I'm so embarrassed that I eat and take it again."

    "What's so embarrassing about it." Zhao Xiaoyan shoved it into her hand: "If you don't take it, leave the clothes, I don't dare to bother you."

    "You are too polite." Wang Qingqing took the oiled paper bag: "Don't worry, I will designate it for you."

    The couple said goodbye to Zhao Xiaoyan and returned home, Er Niu couldn't wait to open the oil paper bag and saw the contents clearly, she exclaimed: "White noodles!"

    The staple food of Miao Qingqing's family is corn and sweet potatoes. On weekdays, Miao Qingqing earned a little money after working as a temporary worker, and was willing to spend a dime to buy a white-faced bar. Mo gave her and the naughty eggs to understand and relieve their cravings.

    Er ​​Niu seldom eats white noodles, just ate a big bowl of fragrant white noodles, and now there is a stack of white noodles dry pancakes in front of her eyes, Erni is in a good mood, her eyes are sparkling Liangdi wrapped the oil paper again and handed it to Wang Qingqing: "Put it away, don't let the mice steal it."