Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

"Wang Junyang, I think your kid talks nonsense again, and said that he is a little maid, and you are like a little **** like you."

Uncle Wang severely slapped his son on the back.

Wang Jun grinned and hurriedly begged for mercy, "Ahhh, I was wrong, I knew I was wrong, Dad..."

Father Wang pressed Wang Junyang's neck, "People Chu doesn't care about you. With your small body, Chu Jin fell to the ground with a shoulder fall."

"Uncle Wang, it's okay."

Chu Jin handed the tissue to Song Qiaoxi, and shook his head at Uncle Wang.

He knew that Wang Junyang's mouth was broken, and he had no malice.

Uncle Wang then let go of Wang Junyang who was screaming, and the "naughty bag" Yangyang ran after Ding Yi with his tongue out.

Song Qiaoxi took the tissue, wiped her mouth indiscriminately, looked up at his eyes and said: "I also think that certificate is not good, just throw it away. We don't care about the broken certificate."

After finishing this sentence, Xiao Nuo Tuan found that Chu Jin's gaze suddenly became a little unpredictable.

He couldn't see all his emotions, but he raised his eyebrows and made a "um" sound.

"Let's go, go home."

On a winter night, the boy gently raised his chin to her, exhaling a little warm air from his lips.

Xiao Nuo Tuan nodded, holding the warm sweet potatoes and Chu Jin together, following in the footsteps of his friends.

The group entered the newspaper compound. Wang Junyang lives in the new house in Building 1. The children said goodbye to him and Uncle Wang first.

Father Song went to take Ding Miao and Ding Yi home, and asked Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin to go upstairs first.

The lights on the fifth floor of Unit One of Building No. 5 were on. Looking at the lights of Huang Yingying in front of the window from downstairs, it was estimated that my mother had already cooked food.

Song Qiaoxi thought of something. While Chu Jin stepped into the corridor, she turned around to catch up with Ding Yi and Ding Miao, and whispered a few words in the ears of the two friends.

Ding Yi gave an "OK" gesture, "It's not easy, wrap it on my body, you get up early tomorrow and ask me to get it."

Ding Miao nodded in agreement.

The Song family's dinner today was very simple. They ate noodles.

Qiao Qin didn't have time to roll the noodles by himself. After get off work, he went to the market to buy fresh noodles with eggs pressed by the machine.

In winter, drink a bowl of noodles warm and feel comfortable in the stomach.

"Mom! It smells so good!"

Song Qiaoxi opened the door and sniffed in the air while changing shoes.

"Children, hurry up and wash your hands. It's time for dinner."

Mother Song's voice floated from the kitchen to the hallway.

"Come on!"

Nuo Tuanzi agreed repeatedly, changed her slippers, and went to the bathroom with Chu Jin to wash their hands.

I looked in the bathroom mirror and found sticky sweet potatoes stuck to the corners of my mouth and cheeks, as well as on my hands.

The newly renovated bathroom has two washbasins. When Song Qiaoxi came in late, Chu Jin occupied the sink near the door.

Go inside, wash your hands with warm water, carefully rub off the sweet potato crumbs on your fingers, and then soap.

Chu Jin on the right should have washed his hands, but there was still water from the tap.

He hasn't left yet?

As I was thinking, the sound of the water stopped, only the sound of twisting the towel was heard.

"look up."

Chu Jin's voice was low.

Xiao Nuo Tuan raised his head obediently, and saw that Chu Jin was holding the pink bunny towel she usually wipes her face in her hands, bending slightly closer.

The bathroom faucet was running hot water, and the mist soon rose, and a layer of mist floated on the mirror surface.

I was in a daze as if I couldn't see the boy in front of me. I only noticed that a hand was gently dragging her chin, and a warm towel was gently rubbed on her face.

"All right."

Chu Jin examined Song Qiaoxi's face carefully, washed a clean towel and hung it on the towel rack, then turned and went out.

Song Qiaoxi washed the foam off her hand, wiped off a small piece of mist on the mirror with her hand, looked at her clean round face in the mirror, and poked her wet index finger where she had just touched her fingertips.

I don't know if the indoor temperature is too high, and the white face quickly turns pink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

very strange......

Mom and Dad will also help her wipe her face like this, and even get closer together. Obviously, they are very used to being taken care of in this way.

But why, if the person who wipes his face changes to Chu Jin, his face turns red?

Is it because of what Wang Junyang and Ding Yi said, but shouldn't the little friends take care of each other?

How could it be the same as "the maid taking care of the young lady" and "serving the little ancestor"...

The brain circuits of the two little boys are really strange.

"Gurulu..."

Xiaodudu screamed unconvincingly at this moment.

Like a signal, as soon as this movement appeared, Nuo Tuanzi could no longer think normally, and his brain was like a fragment.

There was only one thing thinking all over.

That is......

Have a meal.

Wow the noodles!

Today, my mother made marinated noodles!

Being hooked by the glutton in her belly, Song Qiaoxi shook the water from her hand and dragged the rabbit cotton slippers to the restaurant.

In the face of the "big event" of eating, I had already thrown my "blushing heartbeat" out of the sky.

There are two large sea bowls on the dinner table, one with tomato and egg gravy, and the other with three fresh marinades made of shredded pork, shrimp, daylily, fungus, and mushrooms.

Why is the noodles made by mother so delicious? The most particular thing is this bittern.

Don't underestimate a simple bowl of tomatoes and eggs. Song's tomato and egg marinade. The eggs should be fried in a hot pot with peanuts. Don't break them. They can be whole when they are out of the pan.

Peel off the skin with a cross knife in hot water, dice, sauté the onion, ginger, garlic and peppercorns and pick them out. Leave only the bottom oil and fry the tomatoes into puree.

At this time, re-pour the eggs, add salt, sugar and a few drops of very fresh seasoning, mother will add an extra two spoons of ketchup to increase the fragrance and flavor, and finally pour in the diluted water starch, turn off the heat and stir evenly, and you can paste it. That's it.

Song Qiaoxi had eaten Uncle Ding’s scrambled eggs with tomatoes at Ding Yi and Ding Miao’s home. They were salty, and the eggs were not lumpy, but flocculent.

Although it is delicious, I still love the sweet tomato and egg gravy made by my mother.

Whether it's with rice or noodles, it's delicious, and even eat it with a spoon.

Another bowl of lozi is a classic reserved dish of Taicheng Grandma’s home. The shredded pork, shrimp, and daylily three fresh marinated noodles that will be eaten at grandma’s home on the second day of the Lunar New Year are salty and delicious. Very big shrimp.

"Xixi, come and see how much you want to eat?"

Mother called her in the kitchen.

Chu Jin had come out with his noodle bowl, and his father had also gone upstairs, squatting by the trash can in the corner of the kitchen peeling garlic.

When Father Song eats noodles, he must be accompanied by a large head of garlic.

There are still two sweet and sour sugar garlic small glutinous balls. Raw garlic is too spicy. She doesn't like it. Dad sees that he can't cultivate herself, so he turned his head and cultivated Chu Jin to eat garlic raw.

It's just that in terms of eating, Chu Jin doesn't like what he eats, and always refuses directly, but every time his father will force an "Amway" wave.

For example, today, my father peeled several cloves of white and fat garlic heads, blew the epidermis, stood up on his thighs, and said loudly: "Wow, we are the great masters of the north, eating meat or garlic, the nutrition is reduced by half. Eating noodles without garlic is not greedy at all! Just like your uncle, you can grow taller if you eat garlic raw!"

Song Qiaoxi held a bowl of noodles that her mother had just picked up from the pot, glanced at her father, and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Okay, Song Jianguo, you are the only one who eats garlic in our family, and they don't like it at all. You don't want your children to eat it every day," Mom gave dad a blank look, and filled a large bowl of noodles to the restaurant. "We Xiao Chu can grow taller without eating garlic."

"Oh, how do you know if you don't try? Your mothers don't eat, every time I eat by myself, and no one will accompany me..."

Dad put the garlic on the table and shook his head.

Making a look that no one understands, and a lonely family, Father Song picked up a piece of garlic and held it in front of Chu Jin with both hands like a treasure, and blinked at him, "His Royal Highness Chu Jin, such delicious garlic, I really won’t come. Wow a bite?"

"Ahahahaha, Dad is so funny."

Song Qiaoxi just put a pair of chopsticks in front of everyone, sat next to Chu Jin, and leaned her head on Chu Jin's shoulder with a smile.

"There is no plastic surgery every day..."

Mother scolded him with a smile.

Chu Jin didn't hold it back either, pursing his lips and grinning.

"Oh, I'm joking with the child. I achieved my goal after laughing all the way." Father Song put down his garlic, and touched Chu Jin's shoulder with his elbow, and whispered in his ear, "Uncle gave it to him after the meal. You go back, our father and I have a heart-to-heart talk."

Seeing Chu Jin smiled unburdened, Song Jianguo hadn't let go of his heart yet, thinking about guiding the children at night.

The **** "commendation meeting" made by the few bullshits at the party was disgusting when he turned around and asked him to find out whose idea it was.

This incident has made Song Jianguo very disappointed with certain people in the "system". Even a child can be used by them as a tool for the leader's favor. Is it a **** individual?

"Well, uncle, I'm fine."

Chu Jin nodded politely, looking at Song Jianguo calmly with big eyes.

Alas, this kid is too sensible.

Song Jianguo smiled distressedly, pretending to be relaxed, turned his head back into the kitchen, and concealed his emotions and shouted: "Who wants noodle soup?"

Song Qiaoxi raised her hand, "We all have to, Dad will serve three bowls!"

"Well, it's my honor to serve our queen, little princess and little prince."

Dad's voice is hearty.

In the freezing winter, the Song family table is undoubtedly warm.

Song Qiaoxi has her own way of eating. She likes to mix tomatoes and eggs with shredded pork, daylily, and fungus.

The salty bittern is mixed with sweet and sour tomato sauce, which is the best when it is stirred together.

Under the warm yellow light, Chu Jin quietly ate the noodles in the bowl. It was not like Song Qiaoxi on the side. It tasted completely disregarding the image, and his chin and cheeks were full of sauce.

Watching her eat, she was really healed, as if there were no worries in the whole world.

Take a sip of the noodle soup in an enamel bowl.

The warm soup underneath the belly, as if ironing the internal organs smoothly.

Aunt Qiao used a clean spoon to pick out several large shrimps from the ocean bowl, and scoop them into his bowl, "Eat as much shrimp as possible. I don't like meat. Shrimp can also add protein."

How about mother and daughter connecting the hearts, there are also four or five shrimps piled on the side of Song Qiaoxi's bowl.

She was very hungry right now. She was so hungry that her hands were shaking. She took two bites of noodles before she came back. Not so hungry and panicked, she began to pick up shrimps from the three fresh stews in her bowl.

The "little greedy cat" didn't try to be greedy, but to pick out the shrimp meat, it was all for Chu Jin.

Chu Jin, who was sitting aside, saw a small detail in his eyes and remembered it in his heart.

A warmer and more intense warmth than the noodle soup brought from the abdomen to the chest, the feeling of heat is like boiling water, layer after layer to the roots of the ears.

Chu Jin knew that this family brought him more than just a simple soup and a meal, taking care of his daily life...

But really, he brought a warm home to him, surrounded him with love a little bit, and warmed him a little bit.

On stage today, when Secretary Sun talked about his experience two or three years ago.

Chu Jin was in a calm mood at the moment, and he actually gave birth to a strange feeling from the perspective of a bystander, as if the things Uncle Sun said were not what he had personally experienced.

For a long time, the little boy has habitually put "revenge" first in his heart, and regards becoming stronger and destroying those who have hurt him as the motivation to live.

But today, thinking back to the things that happened a few years ago, many of the pains he thought he would never forget in this life have become blurred.

The big hole in my heart that was always missing before, seemed to be filled with something warm, bit by bit.

Although it was not completely repaired and the construction was slow, the work never stopped for 365 days a year...

"Pattern."

A soft sound interrupted his thoughts.

A shrimp dropped between himself and Song Qiaoxi's noodle bowl, and the bowl in front of him was close to her side, lying crookedly with four more shrimps.

Xiao Nuo Tuan Rou held a pair of chopsticks in midair.

"Ugh......"

Before Aunt Qiao could stop speaking, she quickly stretched out her left hand in a thunderous manner, picked up the shrimp from the table and stuffed it into her mouth, "One, two! Mom, within three seconds, you can eat... ..."

"Hey, who taught her?"

Father Song took a bite of garlic and sucked a large bite of marinated noodles.

Mother Song shook her head helplessly and sipped the noodle soup, "I thought you taught..."

"Ding Yi taught me..."

Song Qiaoxi swallowed the prawns, "tossed the pot" to the poor one, and continued to chop and pull the noodles.

Chu Jin picked up a shrimp, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

The corners of his lips bend an arc that he didn't even notice.

Well, it's sweet.

-

After dinner, Song Jianguo sent Chu Jin back to the boiler room to wash his feet.

Even if it was a little boy in front of him, it was a conversation between a man and a man. Song Jianguo didn't say much comforting words.

It just made Chu Jin rest assured that this kind of thing that happened in the auditorium would never allow him to happen again in the future.

For the rest, needless to say, he felt that a clever child like Chu Jin would definitely understand.

When Song Jianguo went upstairs, he found that the light in the girl's room was still on.

Song Qiaoxi's door is wooden, with a piece of frosted glass inlaid on the door.

Look at the wall clock in the living room. It's already half past nine in the evening, and the final exam is over. There shouldn't be much homework in the school.

He knocked on the glass of Song Qiaoxi's cabin, "Xixi, are you still asleep?"

There was a sound of "troubles and chaos" in the room, and then I heard the girl hurriedly say: "I, I soon fell asleep father, I am writing a diary..."

"Sneez, OK, go to bed early after writing."

Song Jianguo didn't open the door and walked away.

There was a burst of sadness in my heart.

Ugh......

The girl is grown up, and she has a little secret?

The whole night after that, Song Jianguo was not in a good mood, so he almost cried in his bed holding Qiao Qin.

Even if he was kicked to the end of the bed by his wife, he crawled over flatteringly, begging for comfort.

"You said, Xixi hasn't passed her ninth birthday, so she started to write a diary without telling us?" He watched Qiao Qin flip through the lesson plans for class the next day, and put her head up. Come on? Wife, do you know which book Xixi writes in her diary? I think she has been watching "Jane Eyre" some time ago. It was in the 1960s and 1970s, but "Feng Zixiu" and "Poisonous Grass" , The love story is so early for girls to see, is it inappropriate for you to say... Emma, ​​it hurts..."

The lesson plan snapped onto Song Jianguo's forehead.

"Loss, you are still a literary scholar, a literate man who graduated from college! Song Jianguo, haven't I found you so staid before?"

Qiao Qin lowered his voice and gave him a sharp look.

Song Jianguo hid his head to one side, "Oh, I'm just this girl. I hold it in my mouth every day for fear of turning away, and holding it in the palm of my hand for fear of falling, you understand and understand me, aren't you worried about our girl... ..."

"What's going on if there is something in your mind? Isn't it normal for a nine-year-old child to have someone he admires? It is more important that we establish a healthy three-view for the child. Don't be nervous about everything. The more nervous you are, the more you ask every day. From the West, girls don’t want to talk to you."

"I was wrong, daughter-in-law, I admit it, don't be angry," Song Jianguo closed the lesson plan for her, threw it on the bedside table, and took the initiative to massage her shoulders, "You said, if we were a son, I wouldn't worry so much. , Who made it a girl?"

"Okay, turn off the lights and go to bed, don't worry about it, I can warn you not to sneak through Xixi's drawer."

"Okay, turn off the lights..."

Song Qiaoxi just came out of the bathroom and saw that the lights in the parents' room had gone out. She patted her chest to breathe a sigh of relief, and then returned to the bedroom with confidence and turned on the lamp.

She took out the hard cardboard that she had hurriedly hidden just now from the drawer, found out the 72-year-old water color pen of Watermelon Taro, and continued the "masterpiece" that she hadn't finished just now.

In terms of painting, although Nuo Tuanzi is not good at painting characters, every time she makes a handwritten newspaper, she can receive praise from the teacher in the class, and she is often shown by the teacher Feng in the whole level.

In the past two years, I have studied photography with my sister Qiu Meng, and I have grown a lot. The composition, color matching, and aesthetic level are all online.

The handwritten newspaper made by Xiao Nuo Tuan is clear in layout, bright in color, and the matching patterns and lines are very beautiful. It doesn't look like the work of children in the third grade of elementary school.

Before going upstairs, Song Qiaoxi and Ding Yi discussed one thing.

He didn't like the certificate issued to Chu Jin at the newspaper party and threw it in the trash can.

So Song Qiaoxi wanted to make another certificate for Chu Jin, a certificate awarded to Chu Jin by their "Little Gang of Five", hoping that Ding Yi could help her draw a cartoon portrait of the "Little Gang of Five".

After she made the award template, she posted the cartoon character drawn by Ding Yi, and she was done.

Song Qiaoxi took out her highest level of writing, clenched the watercolor pen in her hand very seriously, held her wrist firmly, and wrote stroke by stroke.

"Student Chu Jin, for his outstanding performance in the first semester of 1998-199□, he was named the "loveliest cub". This award is hereby given as an encouragement!"

"Awarded by the Little Gang of Five, on January 18, 1999..."

-

Early the next morning, Song Qiaoxi got up less than half past five, disheveled, and went out lightly.

Like an underground work joint, at the door of the bungalow, he took a roll of drawing paper that Ding Yi yawned and handed over, "I have done a good job this time, and Chu Jin will definitely like it."

"Cool Ding Yi! You are such a genius, how do you paint so well?!"

Unfolding the painting in the early morning cold wind, Song Qiaoxi exclaimed.

Five cartoon little people are drawn on the half-size A4 drawing paper, standing together hand in hand, you can tell at a glance that they are members of the "Little Gang of Five".

Everyone's character and demeanor are displayed vividly.

"One by one, you will definitely become a super cartoonist in the future, so that the children in the future will grow up watching the cartoons you draw, unlike us, who all grew up watching foreign cartoons."

Thumbs up to Ding Yi, Xiao Nuo Tuan feels that Ding Yi is really great, and he can paint so well by self-study.

With a breath, Ding Yi pushed his glasses, and said a little embarrassed: "Xixi, do you really think...Is it good?"

"Of course, you can draw so well without systematically learning comics. It proves that you are talented and work so hard. I heard Uncle Ding say that you stay up late to draw comics?"

Song Qiaoxi asked with eyes wide open.

"Hey...I have been beaten by my dad several times, but I really like it. They don't understand me. They think drawing comics is not doing business...My parents, if you have your parents Half-enlightened is enough, they just think that only by studying well like Ding Miao can there be a way out."

Ding Yi didn't kick the pebble on the ground, pulling his head down.

Song Qiaoxi accompanied him to kick the pebbles back and forth, patiently persuading him, "Then you should improve your academic performance, so they won't have to say it? And Miaomiao told me that you like to draw comics so much and you will go to art in the future. The college still has to take an exam, and there is such a good teacher by your side, you can ask for advice at any time."

"Um..." Ding Yi stopped and scratched his head, "It seems, is it reasonable?"

"You obediently listen to your sister and follow in Miao's footsteps. That's right!" Xiao Nuo Tuan patted Ding Yi on the shoulder, then turned to look at her window, "I'm going back first. Mom and Dad are going to get up. Chu Jin came to my house for breakfast at 6:30, I'm almost too late."

"My parents are busy decorating the store recently and are getting up soon. I will buy them breakfast."

Ding Yi touched his trouser pocket, confirmed that he had taken the money, waved with Song Qiaoxi, and ran towards the gate of the compound.

Song Qiaoxi bid farewell to Ding Yi, remembering that Ding’s small restaurant was already under renovation. Uncle Ding and the others are really efficient!

Carefully rolled the picture in his hand into a small paper tube, dangling his long hair like seaweed, humming a little song and strolled to Building 5.

On the way home from Ding's family, one must pass through the boiler room in Chujin.

When she was almost there, she catted her waist like a thief, holding her breath and preparing to rush into the corridor of Unit 1 of Building 5 with enthusiasm.

As soon as I was running, I heard a door bang.

"Song Qiaoxi, why did you go early in the morning?"

It seemed that he had just woke up, Chu Jin's voice had a buzzing nasal sound, which made people feel itchy inexplicably.

Song Qiaoxi panicked and hid the picture scroll in her hands behind her, bit her scalp and straightened her waist, showing an awkward and polite smile.

Huh, huh!

What can I do?

He promised to give him a surprise!