Stepmother

Zhou Shufen was so speechless that she could only breathe.

Song Zhaodi asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"I finally understand why you stayed at home and didn't come out." Zhou Shufen said, "Because no one wants to chat with you."

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "You're saying the opposite. I don't want to talk too much, I'm too lazy to talk to them."

Zhou Shufen also doesn't like to go out, so she understands Song Zhaodi. But now she didn't want Song Zhaodi to know this, so she deliberately said, "I don't think you need to check whoever said behind your back that you can't have children, just give birth to one and stop their mouths."

"I already said I don't want to have a child." Song Zhaodi reminded her.

Zhou Shufen: "Then you find out who said you this time, and there will be another time. As long as you don't have a child a day, this kind of rumor will not disappear."

Zhou Shufen was curious: "Who is it? Such a broken mouth."

"I feel like the mother in the forest." Song Zhaodi said, "That woman is not the same. When I am too lazy to perfunctory her, I expose her lies. I guess she hates me, and I have no choice but to say that those who have lived through the mouth are addicted."

Zhou Shufen: "Lin Zhong's mother? I don't know Mrs. Chen, but she makes me feel very uncomfortable."

"It seems that your intuition is quite accurate." Song Zhaodi stood up, "Help me find out."

Zhou Shufen quickly stood up: "Are you going back now?"

"Why don't I go back to your house?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically.

Zhou Shufen choked and sat back: "walk slowly, no delivery."

"I have something to do with you. Don't you want to go home after I've finished? I'll stay and chat with you." Song Zhaodi realized that she had told the truth before, and explained, "I don't have this habit. I'll make some new clothes for the kids tomorrow, and I'll make them for your kids. By the way, remember to give cloth, we don't have any extra cloth at home."

"Got it." Zhou Shufen waved her hand and motioned her to leave quickly, "I really don't know how Captain Zhong can stand you."

Song Zhaodi said with a smile: "I want to know too. I'll ask him later, and tell you another day."

Zhou Shufen opened her mouth, unable to believe that she could even say such words. Afraid that she would take it seriously, she hurriedly chased out: "Don't ask, I don't want to know."

"Okay, listen to you." Song Zhaodi agreed very simply.

Zhou Shufen felt that she was fooled. But trying to explain again, Song Zhaodi had already reached the gate.

Song Zhaodi returned home, took out the soles she had received these days, and started sewing from the self-supporting shoes. After two o'clock in the afternoon, five pairs of sandals were ready.

After six o'clock, Zhong Jianguo came back, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw five children sitting in a row, whispering and pointing from time to time, approached and took a closer look: "All new shoes?"

"Yes." Erwa stretched out her foot, "Dad, don't my shoes look the best?"

Zhong Jianguo nodded: "Yes. However, why do I look at your five shoes exactly the same? Could it be that I saw it wrong?"

Erwa's face changed slightly, she stared at Zhong Jianguo: "I hate you!"

"I don't hate you, my dear son." Zhong Jianguo rubbed his head, and before the second baby recovered, he got into the house.

Song Zhaodi was kneading steamed buns in the room when she heard footsteps and sneered: "Is your son angry, are you happy?"

"So-so." Zhong Jianguo looked at the wrong color of the steamed buns, "Have you added cornmeal?"

Song Zhaodi nodded slightly: "Go wash your hands and help me do it together."

"Why don't you let Zili and Dawa help you?" Zhong Jianguo couldn't help muttering.

Song Zhaodi waited for him to come back and said, "How can I ask my child to cook every day. Anyway, I have nothing to do in the afternoon."

"No more white flour?" Zhong Jianguo asked.

Song Zhaodi: "There are many more. Several children said that adding a little cornmeal to the white noodles is delicious, so I will exchange ten kilograms of cornmeal with others. You have been back on time recently, are you fast, Lao Jiang? Can't you?"

"Lao Jiang's health is very good." Zhong Jianguo said, "There are some changes above, we estimate that Lao Jiang may be busy adjusting his deployment."

Song Zhaodi tutted, "What's the use of being driven to the island and messing around."

"Probably not reconciled." Zhong Jianguo took a piece of noodles, "How to knead?"

Song Zhaodi: "I knead slowly, you follow me."

Zhong Jianguo nodded.

Song Zhaodi kneaded a semicircle, Zhong Jianguo kneaded a cylinder.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Song Zhaodi asked with a frown.

Zhong Jianguo nodded: "Yes."

Song Zhaodi choked and couldn't believe it: "What did you just say? Zhong Jianguo, let me hear it again."

"I did it on purpose." Zhong Jianguo smiled, "You teach me once, and I promise to do it well."

Song Zhaodi froze for a moment, realized what he said, and smiled: "Okay." The voice fell, and the person had already stood up.

Zhong Jianguo got up subconsciously and stepped back: "Just kidding, kidding, don't take it seriously."

"I just took it seriously." Song Zhaodi reached out and grabbed his arm.

Zhong Jianguo wanted to block it like a conditioned reflex, but his hand froze in half: "You are making shoes and steaming steamed buns again today, and you are very tired. Just tell me what to do, no need. Teach me hand by hand."

Song Zhaodi stared at him with burning eyes, "Really? There is only one chance, Captain Zhong."

"There's no more troublesome parent than you."

Song Zhaodi and Zhong Jianguo turned their heads at the same time, and saw Dawa standing at the door, looking old-fashioned.

Zhong Jianguo's face flashed a trace of discomfort, and he said solemnly: "We didn't make trouble."

The big baby glanced at his dad, he was not a child, okay: "Yes, no trouble. Then, Dad, can you please let me go, I'm thirsty and want to pour a glass of water."

Zhong Jianguo wanted to say, you go. Suddenly realized that he and Song Zhaodi were blocking the way. His face turned red all of a sudden, and he subconsciously pulled Song Zhaodi to his side.

Song Zhaodi stumbled.

Boom!

The forehead hit Zhong Jianguo's chin.

Zhong Dawa glanced at the two of them and shook her head: "Lying hurts your mouth. People, you can't do bad things."

"Zhong Jianqiang!" Zhong Jianguo rubbed his chin and gritted his teeth, "Believe it or not, I'll beat you?!"

Zhong Dawa turned around and said, "Trust me. Because you are a father, you are tall, you are strong, you can beat up anyone you want." After speaking, she made a face at him and went to the kitchen run.

Song Zhaodi rubbed her forehead and sighed: "Quickly knead the steamed buns, it's getting dark."

"This skin boy is about to go to heaven." Zhong Jianguo pointed to the direction of the kitchen, "You don't care about him?"

Song Zhaodi: "I remember when we first got married, Dawa was very afraid of you, why not now?"

The days before were bad, Zhong Jianguo couldn't be happy, he didn't have a smile all day, gloomy, and he was busy dealing with Lao Jiang's people for a while, with Zhong Jianguo on his body and he was not Knowing the murderousness, it's strange that Dawa is not afraid of him.

Later Song Zhaodi came to Zhong's house, the house became more lively every day, the smile on Zhong Jianguo's face became more and more every day, and the distance between him and the child became closer. The baby is afraid of him.

Zhong Jianguo knew why, he could guess without saying Song Zhaodi: "Because you protect him."

Song Zhaodi was stunned, didn't expect him to say this, and didn't react for a while, "You really... When we met for the first time, if you reacted so fast, I would never dare to lie to you. ."

"How could it compare to now?" Zhong Jianguo said, "There was no Song Zhaodi to teach me at that time."

Song Zhaodi stomped on his feet: "Glossy!"

I, I pour hot water on you.

Zhong Jianguo's hand paused for a while: "The heart of a villain. Who would touch you." When Zhong Dawa passed him, he stretched out his long arm and slapped Dawa's butt.

The baby stumbled and almost fell. I grabbed the door frame subconsciously, stabilized my body, turned around and asked in disbelief, "Are you still my father?"

"Stepfather." Song Zhaodi continued, "Don't be angry, my mother will help you clean him up later."

Zhong Dawa had a happy expression on her face and rolled her eyes: "Mother, it's very hot today. I asked my father to sleep on the bench. The chair is leaking and it's cool."

"This is a good idea." Song Zhaodi said, "Then do as you say."

Zhong Jianguo looked at his son and his daughter-in-law: "What about cross talk?"

"I'm not joking with you." Song Zhaodi lifted her eyelids to look at him, "The baby almost fell. deficit!"

Zhong Jianguo glanced outside, saw the child not coming, and said loudly: "I was wrong, listen to you, sleep on the chair tonight." Then he whispered: "Don't lock the door at night." After a while, "There are a lot of mosquitoes, and there are no mosquitoes on the chair. Sleeping outside for a night can kill me."

"That's right." Song Zhaodi said, "It saves you from playing with your children regardless of occasion or place in the future."

Zhong Jianguo's face changed slightly: "Are you serious?"

"Do you think I'm joking?" Song Zhaodi said, "Borrow a mosquito net before it gets dark." After speaking, she went to the kitchen with a drawer of steamed buns.

Zhong Jianguo hurriedly followed: "mosquito nets are not Chinese cabbage, so you can borrow them if you want. Teacher Song, can you remember them first, and then punish you when the weather is not hot?"

Song Zhaodi thought about it: "It's not impossible."

Zhong Jianguo was overjoyed: "Thank you, Teacher Xiao Song."

"Don't be too happy." Song Zhaodi told him what she had asked about Zhou Shufen, and then asked again, "If others say that I have a problem with my body and that I cannot give birth to a child, what will you do? What will you do?"

Zhong Jianguo wants to say, then give birth to one. But he knew that Song Zhaodi was more serious now than before: "What do you want me to say? I'll say it."