Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

"Thank you Uncle Song Jianguo, Aunt Qiao Qin, Uncle Wang..."

Song Qiaoxi saw Chu Jin put down the letter paper and heard him say the names of his parents, Wang Junyang's parents, Ding Yi and Ding Miao's parents, Qiu Meng's parents...

In all the compound, the names of the adults who loved them, cared for them, and cared for them, Chu Jin clearly said their names.

"Thank you also for the'Little Gang of Five' led by Song Qiaoxi..."

Hearing his name, Xiao Nuo Tuan was really surprised.

She took Ding Miao's hand, excited, "Chu Jin accepts the award, thank us!"

The four cubs couldn't wait to hug each other, and their hearts were as beautiful as if they had taken the Oscar statuette.

After that, Chu Jin picked up the letter paper again and began to recite the names of the people on the paper. After reading the names, he bowed slightly, and the audience responded with warm applause.

Many newspaper aunts who were mothers secretly wiped their tears, and their father's uncles and uncles sighed.

"Chu Jin, this kid is too sensible, oooooo, it's not easy..."

"Looking at this child, I think of my little grandson. He looks so much like his mother. What the child said is too pungent."

"This child was brought up so well by the editor-in-chief Song, and he has run into a good family."

"This boy has such a good temperament, so handsome, standing there with a straight back, like a noble child..."

......

Song Jianguo squeezed his eyebrows when he heard the discussion from his colleagues around him. He only hoped that the process would end soon. When he returned home, he was ready to find a chance to have a heart-to-heart talk with Xiao Chu, so as not to let the children leave any psychological shadows.

The next link is the award ceremony.

The aunt Gao of the neighborhood committee invited President Jiang and the second-in-command of the newspaper to come to the stage, so that the "big belly" President Jiang issued a certificate of "striving for self-improvement" to Chu Jin.

The flash flickered on the stage, and the adults beside Chu Jin all showed "standard" smiles at the camera.

Song Qiaoxi clearly saw that there was no smile on Chu Jin's face, her eyes coldly looking forward, not even looking at the direction of the camera.

There was a rush of heat from my heart to my neck, and it was hot to the roots of my ears.

Nuo Dumpling also held a few peeled melon seeds in his hand. When he loosened his hand, all the peeled melon seeds fell silently to the ground.

At that moment, Song Qiaoxi wanted to rush to the stage, pull Chu Jin down, and hug him with all her strength...

But this thought was only a second, and she broke up in a flash.

How can I use my whole body's strength to hug him, what if I am too strong and hurt?

Let's use a little strength to touch his wrist.

Just like when he was a child, he had nightmares and patted Chu Jin's wrist lightly, and soon he was relieved...

Seeing that someone pulled her sleeve, Nuo Tuan came back to her senses.

Turning his head to see Ding Miao pushing his glasses, he pursed his mouth and whispered: "Xixi, I don't like this awards very much. If next year, can we not let Chu Jin come?"

"Well, I don't like it either. We will never let him come again."

Shaking her head firmly, Song Qiaoxi took Ding Miao's hand and said solemnly.

Wang Junyang looked over his head and looked full of question marks, "Why won't you come anymore? Chu Jin is so prestigious, look at the president and the old bald donkey..."

Ding Miao covered Wang Junyang's mouth and looked around, only to let go, only to find that no one was paying attention to him, "Hush...what old bald donkey!"

Wang Junyang scratched his head and lowered his voice with a smirk, "No, those uncles with no hair are all vying to take a photo with Chu Jin. They are leaders, wow, we are all sweet and pastry, okay? "

"What about the leaders, I think Chu Jin is reluctant to take photos with them. The old president and uncles went to see Chu Jin and they didn't take pictures when they gave him a scholarship?" Ding Yi leaned forward and whispered, "Let’s next year, Don't come anymore."

"Yes, next year I will run into Aunt Gao again, I directly refused, so that she will not come to Chu Jin in the future."

Song Qiaoxi patted her chest, vowing to be a "flower protector".

Don't say that, she has become a prophet for herself.

Xiao Nuo Tuan really did something "world-shattering" at the newspaper party in the millennium and became a "celebrity" of the newspaper.

The party ended at seven o’clock in the evening. Father Song and Father Wang, the two elders, took the five children back to the compound to prepare a yellow noodle. Before and after, it was a starting price thing, Qizhou in January. It's cold without the sun.

But the children insisted and wanted to walk back to the compound.

The auditorium is not far from the newspaper compound, and it takes only ten minutes to walk back. The little cubs are dressed thick and angry. They are walking outside on the big night of January without feeling cold.

The two big men were trembling with cold, and they could only accompany a few little ancestors home.

Only this time, Song Qiaoxi's schoolbag didn't let Chu carry it all. Song Jianguo took the initiative to carry the "heavy burden". After thinking about it, he felt that his daughter's schoolbag was still his father's back, right?

Keeping Xiao Chu's back all the time, as if oppressing others.

Why does the "Little Gang of Five" want to walk back?

Wang Junyang is to blame for this.

If it weren’t for him, he had raised his mouth and wanted to eat roasted sweet potatoes when he was leaving, and hooked out a few cubs of gluttons, so that they would not stand up to the cold wind and smell the roasted sweet potatoes all over the street. "Rusty big iron barrel".

Finally, at an intersection two hundred meters away from the compound, I ran into an uncle.

Uncle wrapped in a thick military coat and a dog-skin cap on his head, he was pushing a dilapidated tricycle. There was a big rusty iron barrel on the car, and a big horn beside him, playing in dialect looping.

"Roasted sweet potatoes~it’s hot! It’s delicious and sweet! Mom, I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes. Eat! Big chunks, are two bucks enough? Enough, thank you mom, mom is so nice!"

A long way away, the special sweet smell burrowed into his nose crookedly.

Song Qiaoxi was called the "puppy nose" by her parents and she was the first to smell it.

"I can smell it, Dad, Uncle Wang, roasted sweet potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes! Just ahead! You two hurry up!"

Wearing a woolen cap on his head, Nuo Tuanzi jumped and urged the two dads who followed.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious, it's up to you two to pay.

In this cold winter, having a roasted sweet potato in your arms is indeed a beautiful thing.

The two fathers also looked at each other and smiled, and ran forward with their legs raised like a Maotou boy, chasing a few children to the crossroads.

"Master, please pick seven roasted sweet potatoes, all of them are oily."

Song Jianguo stomped his feet, wrapped his leather jacket tightly, and smiled enviously at the uncle in the military coat.

"Okay."

The uncle agreed, opened the lid of the big iron bucket, picked up a long iron tongs and then picked up the sweet potatoes by the dim yellow street lamp.

The uncle is skillful in his actions, and while picking it up, he said: "For the kids? Pick a few smaller ones for you. After eating sweet potatoes, I can't eat at night."

Father Wang waved his hand and stomped his feet. He tremblingly said, "Okay, you can handle it. The big and the small ones will do, and the thin ones will be more desserts? Choose sweet ones. These little cubs are all reincarnated'gluttonous' , You can eat a lot."

Song Qiaoxi held Chu Jin's arm in one hand, and Ding Miao in the other, standing eagerly by the iron barrel waiting.

Watching the uncle's iron tongs flying up and down, he seemed to know that the sweet potato was cooked or not, and it was not oily, as long as he clamped it slightly with a tongs?

Soon, everyone, including Father Song and Father Wang, had a hot roasted sweet potato wrapped in newspaper.

The two fathers were vying to pay, but Song Jianguo finally paid the money.

The warm sweet potato is like a small hot stove, Song Qiaoxi is holding it in both hands, as if the winter cold has been dispelled a bit, just smelling it is a feeling of happiness.

For the remaining two hundred meters, five children and two adults walked very slowly.

If the mothers were there, they would certainly not allow the children to eat outside in the cold wind, but the dads in the north were originally rough men. How could they think of this carefully?

With a big hand, "Boys, start eating!"

A few cubs carefully tore off the corners of the roasted sweet potatoes, and whipped up their mouths directly.

The mothers’ rules of “washing your hands before eating”, “not eating with your hands”, “no noises when eating”, etc., have long been thrown out of the sky.

Song Qiaoxi loves to eat a lot in winter.

The candied haws are so hard that they are frozen, and the rice blossoms that explode with a bang. Of course, the hot roasted sweet potatoes are my favorite.

The sweet potatoes that the uncle picked for her today are long and thin, and you can see them under the street lights that are "sugar and oil".

Taking advantage of her father's carelessness, she licked the sweet potato "honey juice" that came out of the epidermis. It was a matter of principle to lick the skin of the food, and if she was caught by her father, she would have to talk about it.

Wow!

Scorched, sweet, like a bite of molasses!

Break it apart while it is hot, and gently pinch a small piece of sweet potato skin with your fingertips. The air is instantly filled with the aroma of sweet potatoes and the white mist.

Looking back at Ding Yi and Ding Miao, two children with glasses, there was a layer of mist on their lenses, but it did not prevent the two cubs from eating hard.

The flesh of the roasted sweet potatoes is yellow and red, with a little crystal and transparency. This time the sweet potatoes are roasted very well, with "sugar oil" left in many places. When you bite it down, the taste is delicate and soft, and it quickly settles in your mouth. Melted away.

It's like taking a bite of sweet potato syrup that has been boiled for a long time. The water has almost evaporated, and the concentrate is the essence, and the mouth is full of rich sweet potato aroma.

The big guys were eating hot, Xiao Nuo Tuan took a few bites, licked his lips and raised his head.

Huh, where's Chu Jin?

Just about to shout, I saw a tall and thin boy walking towards her with two long legs not far away.

Chu Jin held the sweet potato wrapped in newspaper in his hand, did not move a mouthful, his face looked a little gloomy.

"Where did you go?" Song Qiaoxi's calf wearing cotton trousers was a little tied, and she couldn't run fast, so she ran to meet him with roasted sweet potatoes, "Why don't you eat sweet potatoes, they are sweet and sweet."

She saw a small trash can behind Chu Jin, and her eyes saw a red object resembling a certificate lying in the trash can.

Xiao Nuo Tuan wanted to see clearly, but Chu Jin dragged his arm away.

"That's..." The roasted sweet potatoes in her hand no longer fragrant, and she blinked her eyes and asked in a small voice, "Is it the certificate just now?"

"Yeah." Chu Jin replied in a very soft voice, took out a tissue from his pocket, wiped the corners of her mouth and cheeks, and finally nodded her nose.

"How do you eat, you are full of mouths and faces, even on the tip of your nose."

His tone was a little reproachful, but his hand movements were very light and he wiped carefully.

Nuo Tuanzi felt itchy on the tip of his nose, and chuckled twice, subconsciously raising his face closer to him.

He raised his eyes and stared at his calm eyes, without any emotionally beautiful peachy eyes, "Itchy, just rub my nose again."

It seemed that because of her sudden approach, Chu Jin shook his hand and was taken aback for a moment.

I only heard Wang Junyang yelling from the side with a squishy weird voice, "Hey, Chu Jin, why do you act like a maid serving a young lady?"

Ding Yi ran by holding the roasted sweet potato, and added, "I think it's serving the little ancestor!"