Stepmother

Sister-in-law Duan was very upset when she saw the two children like this. Back at Wengzhou Island, Mrs. Duan told Master Liu that the two children were too pitiful.

Liu Ping went to the guard school, and Liu Wei went to join the army. Master Liu then explained to Mrs. Duan to help Song Zhaodi more.

Sister Duan has picked spinach, lettuce and greens for delivery to Zhong's house in the past few days, wanting to feed the two children, but she has never considered what the two children will think in their hearts: "After that Your house is out of vegetables, go to my house to pick it up. I won't give it to you either?"

"Auntie, there is no food at home, so I will go to your house to pick it up." Zong Zhaodi laughed, "I won't be polite to you."

Sister Duan smiled: "Okay. Go back quickly. The sun is already in the west, I guess it's two o'clock, the child should be hungry."

"You go back too." Song Zhaodi opened the lock and went in with a sack on her back.

Five children ran out.

"Mother!" Sanwa shouted, "I'm hungry."

Song Zhaodi threw the bag under the eaves of the porch: "You guys are not allowed to touch the sack. Dad, go and lock the door from the inside. Stand on your own, come and help me make a fire, I'll cook."

"Okay." Zi Li followed Song Zhaodi in, and didn't forget to say, "Auntie, we are drinking milk."

Song Zhaodi paused for a while, then continued walking: "I bought milk powder for you to drink. By the way, your Uncle Zhong didn't come back?"

"Uncle Zhong came back." Zili said, "Uncle Zhong asked us if we should go to the cafeteria to eat, but the eldest child said no. When you come back, Uncle Zhong will leave. By the way, there is no rice at home, Uncle Zhong buys a bag of rice, he wants to cook it, but the eldest child forbids him to cook it."

Song Zhaodi said with a smile: "The baby dislikes his father. The steamed rice is either like porridge or too dry to eat." Immediately, he scooped up half a scoop of rice to wash, and put it on the stove to steam the rice.

Afterwards, Song Zhaodi poured three scoops of water into the pot. When the water boils, blanch the pork bones, and Song Zhaodi stews the kelp with the pork bones.

Hearing the footsteps, Song Zhaodi put the lid on the pot and looked back to see the big baby: "Are you still cooking?"

"What did the mother do?" Zhong Dawa asked.

Song Zhaodi: "Pig bone soup for rice. I'll put some winter bamboo shoots that we chopped on the mountain the day before yesterday."

"Then stop cooking." Zhong Dawa said, "Mother, is our family running out of food?"

Song Zhaodi looked at him: "Why do you ask that?"

"Lin Zhong said that my dad bought sweet potatoes and potatoes, just to keep us as food in the future." Zhong Dawa looked at herself subconsciously when she spoke.

Song Zhaodi didn't want to, but she knew that it was Sister Chen who said nonsense in front of Lin Zhong: "We still have 100 catties of food stamps, enough for your father's salary next month, and the army to send food stamps.

"You are growing up now, and you will be hungry before mealtime. I am thinking about buying some sweet potatoes to put at home, and when you are hungry, I will bake them. As for potatoes, they are for cooking. I'll make it for you tonight."

"Is it stewed potatoes?" Zhong Dawa asked.

Song Zhaodi: "It's delicious to stew potatoes with chicken and pork. We don't have meat at home, so we won't stew potatoes today. By the way, when the dishes are ready, put a few under the pot. Sweet potatoes, you can eat them at four o'clock."

Zhong Dawa was delighted: "I haven't eaten roasted sweet potatoes."

"I haven't eaten it for many years." Song Zhaodi said, "Don't put too much, otherwise it will not be cooked."

Zhong Dawa: "I know, I know." He still wants to keep his stomach and eat potatoes at night.

Song Zhaodi asked Zhong Jianguo to buy potatoes and braised stew at first, in order to save food. Now that Lin Zhong said it, the eldest child began to worry that the food at home was not enough. Song Zhaodi instantly decided to eat as much as she wanted in the future.

When the food stamps are not enough, please ask Mrs. Duan to find Commander Zhao. Anyway, he is a commander, and his monthly food stamps are much more than Zhong Jianguo, and there are not as many people in his family as Zhong's family.

Don't want to save food, but also to buy potatoes to prove her independence and rehabilitation, not because there are more of them in the family that lead to insufficient food, Song Zhaodi started to make noodles after lunch.

Song Zhaodi picked six large potatoes, each with about a pound of them, peeled and shredded them, and put them in water for later use.

Around seven o'clock, when it got dark, Zhong Jianguo returned home and saw that the living room was empty. He was startled and hurried to the kitchen. Seeing that the children and Song Zhaodi were in the kitchen, Zhong Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief: "Isn't the meal ready yet?"

"Steamed steamed buns." Zhong Dawa said, "Dad, mother said to make shredded potatoes later."

Zhong Jianguo saw a kettle on the stove: "Why don't you do it on the stove?"

Build a country, make fire, and I will cook."

Self-reliance.

Zhong Jianguo chuckled, stood up and said, "Go pull the table, move the bench, and take the chopsticks."

Self-reliance then led the younger brothers to wash their hands.

The whole family has a good mouth, so Song Zhaodi makes shredded potatoes with vinegar.

Zhong Jianguo had only eaten stewed potato cubes and was curious about how to make shredded potatoes. However, when the red vinegar was poured in, even though he had confidence in Song Zhaodi's cooking skills, even though he had expected that the shredded potatoes would not be too bad and the vinegar smell came out, Zhong Jianguo couldn't help swallowing: "Mr. Song, cooking skills. See you."

"I've been cooking for your grandpa for two years." Song Zhaodi said, "If a home-cooked stir-fry can't be cooked again..." Looking outside, no one came in, "I'm too embarrassed to say Live longer."

Zhong Jianguo saw her turn around to get the basin: "Is that all right?"

"The water in it will be dry." Song Zhaodi said, "If you don't believe me, try it."

Zhong Jianguo stretched out and squeezed one and put it in his mouth: "It's really cooked. Hey, why is it a bit spicy?"

"I put two red peppers." Song Zhaodi asked quickly, "Is it spicy?"

Zhong Jianguo squeezed another one: "Only a little bit. Three babies can eat." Then he reached out and squeezed another one.

Song Zhaodi had a black line on her forehead: "Captain Zhong, have you washed your hands?"

Zhong Jianguo's face flashed a trace of discomfort, and he coughed lightly: "I'm going to wash my hands now."

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi smiled helplessly.

Two pots of shredded potatoes were taken out, and Zhong Dawa reached out and took the big steamed bun.

Song Zhaodi frowned: "Big baby, break half of the steamed buns for Erwa."

"I'll get another one for Erwa." Zhong Dawa said.

Zhong Jianguo continued: "Your mother is afraid that you will eat again. The shredded potatoes she made today are very delicious."

"Really?" Zhong Dawa hurriedly broke half of it and stuffed it into Zhong Erwa, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the shredded potatoes, "Crispy, sour? Mother, why didn't you do it before? ?"

Song Zhaodi smiled: "I'm in a good mood today."

"It depends on the mood?" Zhong Dawa pouted, "I don't believe it."

Zhong Jianguo: "So many shredded potatoes are all cut by your mother. It's very tiring. Dawa Zhong, do you want to make your mother sick?"

His dad actually learned how to speak? Zhong Dawa almost choked: "Well, then I won't eat shredded potatoes tomorrow, and I will eat kelp bone soup."

"The Chinese New Year will be in two days." Song Zhaodi said, "Steamed steamed buns and steamed buns tomorrow. By the way, Zhong Jianguo, go back and buy two ducks. You can buy a goose without a duck. Okay, let's eat the big goose stewed in the iron pot in the 30th year of the year."

I swallowed the potatoes on my own, hesitated for a while, but still felt that I should say: "Auntie, you can eat anything for the New Year."

Song Zhaodi was stunned for a moment, then reacted and laughed dumbly: "You don't think I asked your uncle to buy goose because you and Gengsheng came to our house? It's not. Last Spring Festival, we killed I killed two ducks. I didn’t kill them this year because the roosters and ducks were too small to eat.”

"Yes." Zhong Dawa nodded again and again, "My mother's braised duck is very delicious." After speaking, she found that she was eating steamed buns and didn't eat much vegetables, "You don't like potatoes. ?"

He shook his head independently: "No."

"Then why don't you eat it?" Zhong Dawa was curious.

Song Zhaodi: "I'm sorry to be self-reliant, you can help him."

Before seeing self-reliance and rebirth, Song Zhaodi told Zhong Dawa that self-reliance and rebirth were orphans and no one wanted them anymore.

Zhong Dawa later saw that Zili and Regenerating did not even have a pair of thick cotton pants, and felt that they were really pitiful. Hearing what Song Zhaodi said, she pushed the pot of shredded potatoes in front of Zi Li, "Eat, don't be embarrassed."

"Yes." Zhong Jianguo said, "Zi Li, you and Regen are already in our household registration, and we will be a family in the future. Family is not a guest, so don't be so polite."

Self-reliance and wide-eyed: "Uncle has already gone to do it?"

Song Zhaodi said: "There are many orphans in this world, we say that you and Gengsheng are orphans, no one doubts. So, you two don't have to be afraid anymore. When you go out to play in the future, people ask your name, you want Stand up and tell them that your name is Zhong Zili."

"Zhong Zili?" Erwa repeated.

Song Zhaodi nodded: "Yes. You and your father, and your brothers have the same surname." Seeing Zhong Dawa's half a piece of steamed buns and taking a bite, she immediately wanted to beat someone, "Zhong Dawa , eat your steamed buns before you eat the vegetables."

"I eat steamed buns." Dawa took a small bite, "Mother, eat quickly, if you talk again, the food will be cold."

Song Zhaodi nodded at him: "I'll eat too much later, and my stomach will feel uncomfortable. I won't make egg pancakes for you tomorrow morning."

Zhong Dawa immediately slowed down the action of picking vegetables.

Zhong Jianguo noticed and was speechless: "Zhao Di, there are no eggs at home."

"I know, there are duck eggs." Song Zhaodi said.

Dawa quickly swallowed the food in her mouth: "Mother, duck eggs are smelly, I don't like to eat them."

"You eat a lot of good things." Song Zhaodi glared at him, "Believe it or not, I will steam cornmeal buns tomorrow, and make bean noodles and noodles at night."

Dawa nodded: "The steamed buns with cornmeal are delicious, and the bean noodles are also delicious. You can make them."

Song Zhaodi choked: "You bastard!" Turning to Zhong Jianguo, "Can I buy rice wine? Put some rice wine and it won't be fishy."

"It's very difficult." Zhong Jianguo said, "The last time I drank was when I defeated Lao Jiang four years ago." After a while, "I'll take a look tomorrow." No wine was bought.

Commander Zhao asked Mrs. Duan to give Song Zhaodi two catties of oil. The two catties of oil were unexpectedly extra. When Song Zhaodi made duck omelette for the children, she put a little more oil, and Zhong Dawa ate it. Mouth full of oil, and no longer screaming that duck eggs taste fishy.

In the afternoon of the next day, Mrs. Duan came over to help Song Zhaodi steam the buns. Seeing that the buns were filled with vermicelli, tofu skin and lard residue, she asked casually, "Have you bought meat for oil refining?"

"I bought it in the morning." Song Zhaodi said, "I didn't dare to use this month's meat ticket, I just kept it for the New Year to buy fat pork to refine oil and make steamed buns."

Sister-in-law Duan was surprised: "It was planned at the beginning of the month? Xiao Song, you really know how to eat."

Song Zhaodi noticed out of the corner of his eyes: "Zhong Dawa, if you dare to steal it again, I won't make shredded potatoes tomorrow."

Zhong Dawa stood up and waved at her brothers and sisters: "Let's go upstairs to play." After a while, "I'll get you toffee."

"You haven't finished the toffee yet?" Sister Duan asked curiously.

Song Zhaodi: "I bought a lot, enough to eat until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."

"Xiao Song, I told you not to be unhappy. If you eat this way, you won't be able to save much money." Sister Duan said, "The child is still young, it doesn't matter. It will grow up in a few years. Now, if you don't have money, you won't be able to find a daughter-in-law."

Song Zhaodi: "My daughter-in-law is not with me and Jianguo for a lifetime. Whoever wants a daughter-in-law will find it by himself."

Sister Duan choked for a moment, then laughed: "Even if you ask a few children to look for it, when you get married, you will always have to pay. I went out to buy vegetables a few days ago, and I heard that I was stationed next to me. The teacher on the island married a daughter-in-law, and the daughter-in-law asked for a sewing machine and a radio.

"When the big baby grows up, if your daughter-in-law asks for any TV, it will worry you to death. Don't believe it, the little girl now, even if she thinks she wants it or not. It doesn't matter, when they see what the little sisters are like when they get married, they will also ask for it."

Song Zhaodi thought to herself, when our five cubs go to college and eat commercial food after graduation, because of this, our family will not buy TV sets and sewing machines, and there are many girls who are willing to marry Zhong. Family.

"The eldest baby is only eight years old now, and there are still ten years before he gets married." Song Zhaodi said, "If he goes to the army in the future, I don't know that he can get married in the year of the monkey and the horse. It's too early to think about it now, wait. When he's 20, it's not too late for us to save money. Jianguo and I are paid well anyway."

When Mrs. Duan saw this, she couldn't help but say, "If you have money in your hand, don't panic."

"Auntie, do you take your family's money or my Uncle Liu takes it?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Sister Duan: "Of course it's me, he doesn't care about the family's affairs."

"Our family's money was hidden by Zhong Jianguo." Song Zhaodi didn't want to talk about the topic of daughter-in-law any more, she said nonsense, "Give me one hundred per month."

My own salary... Xiao Song, you are spending too much money. When I come back to Jianguo, I must tell him that I will give you a maximum of fifty per month, no more."

Sanwa was thirsty, so she stood up and took the thermos. Hearing what Mrs. Duan said, she walked back quietly and asked Zhong Dawa in a low voice, "Is your family poor?"

"It's not poor." Zhong Dawa said it, and found that it was wrong, "Self-reliance, you have to say our family, we are a family."

Self-reliance nodded, indicating that she remembered: "Is our family out of money?"

"Yes." Zhong Dawa said, "There is a lot of money."

I think about what I just heard: "Grandma Liu told my aunt to save money, isn't it because our family has no money?"

Zhong Dawa's heart suddenly burst, and she looked at Zi Li: "Didn't you go to pour water for Sanwa? Why do you ask this suddenly?"

I looked at Zhong Dawa independently.

Zhong Dawa also looked at him and said, what do you want to do.

Self-reliance pursed her lips, hesitated for a while, and went back to the room to open the wooden box of the clothes.

Dawa followed up: "What are you doing?"

Self-reliantly, he pulled out a roll of things from his white shirt and handed it to the big baby.

Dawa opened it subconsciously, saw what it was, and couldn't help exclaiming: "You, where did you get so much money?!"

"Uncle gave it to me before." I thought for a while, "I, I said, if I don't have money, give my money to my aunt."

Song Zhaodi has never mentioned the relationship between self-reliance and rehabilitation and Commander Zhao in front of the child. Dawa is most interested in eating at this stage. Occasionally I hear a sentence or a sentence and forget it.

Zhong Dawa wondered: "Then why didn't your uncle adopt you and rehabilitate?"

"He's getting older," said Self-Reliance.

The big baby patted him on the shoulder, the poor baby: "Money to you, our family has a lot of money." Pause, "You show me your money, and I will show you ours too. Family money. Come, come with me." Pushing open the door of his parents, Chong Zili beckoned.

Follow up on your own. Da Wa tore the quilt open and took out two stacks of ten-yuan bills from the quilt.

Looking at the money in her hand, and looking at the money in Dawa's hand, Zi Li immediately understood that it was not because Song Zhaodi was too busy that she forgot about the money. It's that Song Zhaodi doesn't care about his child's money, but it's wrong: "Then why does Grandma Liu think our family has no money?"

The big baby stuffed the money back: "Because Dad goes to the non-staple food factory to buy delicious food every day, and every time he buys a big bag, what does not need a ticket to buy anything, just like something without money." After a pause, "Lin Zhong's mother also said that my mother said that everyone knows that our family has no money, and no one cares about our family's borrowing money."

I can't help admiring my self-reliance: "Auntie is so smart." After thinking about it, she put the money in Dawa's hand, "Put it in." Pointing at the quilt, he said.

"These are left to you by your uncle." The baby returned it to him.

Self-reliance and stuffing back: "You just said, we are a family, and the family's money should be put together."

"It seems to be the same." Zhong Dawa said thoughtfully.

Self-reliance: "Of course. My aunt also said that I and the rehabilitated students will go to college, and it will cost a lot of money to go to college."

"You don't have to." Zhong Dawa said, "My mother said that if you go to a normal university and a military academy, the country will give you money."

Self-reliance, Dawa Zhong, you know too much: "I don't want to go to a normal school or a military school, I want a university in God."

"Imperial Capital University?" Zhong Dawa didn't know what to study, "Then I'll put it back. You, you are not allowed to go back."

Self-reliance: "A manly man, keep his word, I will not regret it."

"I'm not as tall as a man yet?" Zhong Dawa looked at him, "The tone is really big, and it's almost a little man."

Zi Li immediately understood why the elders in the family always wanted to beat up Zhong Dawa, and he wanted to beat up people for this shit.

"There's nothing left to say." Zhong Dawa proudly pushed himself out and closed the door, "You watch them upstairs, I'll see if Mother wants me to set the fire."

Independently said: "You want to steal lard residue again."

"I don't have it." Zhong Dawa blushed and paused, "Don't you want to eat it? Let me tell you, sprinkle a little salt on the lard residue, which is better than vinegar for potatoes. Silk is still delicious, it is simply delicious in the world."

Self-reliant saliva.

Zhong Erwa said, "Brother, I want to eat."

"I know where it is." Zhong Dawa said, "There is still a bowl in the kitchen cabinet, if you want to eat, I can get it, but my mother found it, if you say you want to eat it, Don't tell me."