Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Song Qiaoxi's face was dull on the sofa cushions, and she asked Chu Jin angrily: "What shall we have for breakfast today?"

"What do you want to eat?"

Chu Jin's voice was dull, and the volume was very low, like the Song family's father and mother who were still sleeping in the master bedroom.

Supporting her body and getting up from the soft sofa, Xi Xi crawled on the armrest of the sofa like a mangy dog, watching Chu Jin lick her lips, and carefully asked: "I want to eat instant noodles..."

Chu Jin raised her head to see her apricot eyes that were too sleepy to open, when she said "instant noodles", they flashed strangely.

The little girl put her hands on her chin, looked at him eagerly, and read "Please, let me eat once" all over her face.

He frowned in embarrassment.

Aunt Joe seldom eats instant noodles for them. To be precise, she cooks them occasionally only when Aunt Joe is too busy.

Song Qiaoxi is usually greedy, and mixes two bites of crispy noodles with Wang Junyang and Ding Yi. Everyday Song family table, there is basically no convenience food.

For children, many expensive and precious ingredients are not as fragrant as spicy noodles and instant noodles.

This is especially true for Song Qiaoxi, a snack food.

Not to mention that Xixi can eat one or two times a year, Xixi has lived for two lifetimes, and has not eaten instant noodles much when she was in the orphanage.

This thing is, the more you can't eat it, the more greedy you are, the more you want to eat it.

Even thinking about the noodle soup of instant noodles can make you drool.

She knew that in the kitchen cabinet at home, Father Song secretly hid several flavors of instant noodles.

Father came back from the night shift and was hungry. If mother and her hadn't got up yet, he would cook a pack of instant noodles by himself.

There are Longfeng Sanxian Noodles, Master Kong's Braised Beef Noodles, Beijing Brand Instant Noodles, Nancun Street Noodles...

There are also all kinds of ham sausages, canned luncheon meat and redneck marinated eggs, which are "junk food" in my mother's eyes, which are all "good goods" in my father's possession.

It's a pity that Song Qiaoxi can only eat, not cook noodles.

When it was turned over, it was only greedy.

Today, she was going to make breakfast with Chu Jin for her parents, so she wanted to take this opportunity to let Chu Jin teach herself to cook instant noodles.

Song Qiaoxi rolled on the sofa like a kitten. The ponytails behind her were scattered, and her long brown hair like seaweed rubbed her cheeks. She begged in a low voice, "Please...you can teach me how to cook. Instant noodles, right?"

There was nothing to do with her, Chu Jin sighed softly, "Just eat it once today."

After speaking, Lisuo changed his slippers and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

He walked to the kitchen and found Song Qiaoxi, who was still limp on the sofa just now, sticking behind him like a small tail.

Turning around, I saw her with a pleasing smile on her face, and blinked at him, "Can I fry two more slices of luncheon meat? If you want to eat the burnt skin, you should eat instant noodles with luncheon meat.. ...."

Chu Jin raised his hand and poked her forehead. "It's fine to take it once in a while, but it's ok to eat it once in a while, but after a while Aunt Qiao will get up and say you, I won't help you."

"Okay, well, then we have to hurry up, make a porridge for mom and dad, and steam a bun, right?"

Xixi's little head tactically leaned back, still smiling, lowering her voice, trying to suppress the excitement and desire to cheer.

She knew where the rice and millet were, and quickly walked into the kitchen, took out the pot her mother used to cook porridge, and scooped three spoonfuls of rice into it a few times.

In the next second, the pajamas on the back of the neck were lifted and slipped away, allowing Song Qiaoxi to leave a little distance from the stove.

"Are you steaming rice or cooking porridge? Put so much rice and boil it into a pot of rice. Let's just go there. I'll call you."

Chu Jin ruthlessly grabbed her collar and pushed her toward the dining room like a kitten, then scooped back two spoonfuls of rice in the pot.

That’s not okay, can’t let Chu work alone in the kitchen, Xixi thought for a while, went to the restaurant to move her small bench, took the "Manyou" magazine recommended by Ben Dingyi to subscribe, and sat in the corner of the kitchen. While flipping through the comics, one after another looked up at Chu Jin cooking.

He can also master the skill of cooking without a teacher. Just seeing his mother do it several times, he can do it decently.

The back of Chu Jin walked around in front of the stove calmly, everything he did was in order, and so was cooking.

Even the Mathematical calculation paper, in her opinion, can be directly handed in as a serious homework, without any scribbles. When comparing her mathematics homework, the words of Long Feifeng Wu have been chanted by Teacher Li, I don’t know how much. Time again.

"Da Da Da" the sound of ignition.

"Click", a pot was placed on the stove, and the flames of Lan Yingying licked the bottom of the pot. It should be the porridge that Mom and Dad would eat for a while.

Song Qiaoxi lowered her head and continued to look at the "Man You" in her hand, and suddenly there was a rustling voice.

"Huh?" She looked up.

"Which one do you want to eat?"

Chu Jin holds two flavors of instant noodles in his hand, one is Longfeng Sanxian noodles in yellow packaging, and the other is Master Kong's braised beef noodles in red packaging.

"Um..." Song Qiaoxi was embarrassed by this.

Longfeng Sanxian Yi Noodles have a light taste and smooth noodles. She can drink the soup clean. Master Kong's braised beef noodles are rich in sauce, and the red looks especially appetizing.

She wants to eat both...

Look at the left, look at the right, delay in making a decision.

As if guessing her careful thoughts, Chu Jin smiled and shook his head, "Then I cook two flavors, which one do you want to eat then?"

"Okay!" Xi Xi nodded as if pounding garlic, showing her little white teeth with joy.

In a short while, two bowls of noodles, a plate of pan-fried luncheon meat, and two sun-fried poached eggs were served on the table.

Putting down the "Manyou" in her hand, Song Qiaoxi took two pairs of clean chopsticks and returned to the dining table.

Staring at the instant noodles in the bowl and the delicious-looking luncheon meat on the plate, he swallowed.

What she didn't expect was that most of her attention was attracted by luncheon meat.

The luncheon meat fried by Chu Jin is not much the same as the one fried by his mother. He sliced ​​the meat thinner, and the surface of the meat has a row of diamond-shaped knives.

When it is fried, not only the surface is burnt, but also the sides are burnt yellow. The smell is so delicious.

The two sun omelettes are also exceptionally beautiful. They are not broken at all. They are good news for patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Two drops of soy sauce are dripped on the golden-haired orange egg yolk.

Sitting on the chair a little anxiously, Song Qiaoxi looked toward the kitchen with the chopsticks in her hand.

"Chef" Chu Jin didn't come, she couldn't start first.

"Eat, you pick first."

Chu Jin walked in with two cups of warm milk, and put one in front of her.

Song Qiaoxi thought for a while, and felt that the deliciously fried luncheon meat and sun fried egg would be better with three fresh noodles. Her eyes were nostalgic for the bowl of three fresh noodles.

"You eat this bowl."

Chu Jin stared at the bowl and pushed her in front of Song Qiaoxi, picked up the chopsticks and ate another bowl.

In the early morning of December and winter, the two children met and "sucked" noodles in the misty restaurant.

Song Qiaoxi has always been serious about eating, and never half-hearted.

I ate the hard-earned instant noodles, a mouthful of smooth and springy instant noodles, a mouthful of luncheon meat that is charred on the outside and tender inside, a mouthful of omelette with sugar hearts, and another mouthful of three fresh noodle soup.

It was so hot all over the body, even a little sweaty.

But it feels like a fairy!

She kept eating until she couldn't remember how many times her chopsticks reached the plate with luncheon meat.

Suddenly, the chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

She found that there was only one piece of luncheon meat left on the plate.

Ah...Unknowingly, did you eat most of your luncheon meat?

Stretching his neck and looking at Chu Jin's bowl, there is a half-eaten omelette and half a slice of luncheon meat.

Taking back his chopsticks, after thinking about it, Chu Jin fryed a total of six slices of luncheon meat.

I have eaten...four slices? !

Wow, that's true, I ate a lot...

I was thinking about it, but I saw a pair of chopsticks stretched out, and there was a piece of luncheon meat out of thin air in the bowl in front of me.

Looking up at the plate again, it was empty.

Song Qiaoxi looked at the luncheon meat in the bowl with joy, turned her head and asked Chu Jin: "Don't you like it?"

Chu Jin wiped his mouth with a paper towel decently, and said softly, "You eat."

"Really don't eat it?"

Picking up the last piece of luncheon meat with chopsticks, tilted his head to look at him.

"Ok."

Chu Jin nodded, picking up a chopstick face, his long forehead covering the eyebrows.

Song Qiaoxi took a bite of the luncheon meat soaked in a bowl. It was delicious, but she felt a little guilty.

It seems that I really eat a lot...

Embarrassingly holding this bite of meat, she still remembered that when she was a child, Chu Jin said that she could not give the bitten to others.

But is Chu Jin not someone else?

He is his best and best partner!

Thinking of this, she used her small front teeth to bite off half of the luncheon meat, and used chopsticks to clamp the remaining half into a Chu Jin bowl. "Do you remember the advertisement for Wangwang crushed ice when you were a child? Half of you, half of me, you are My good partner, we are one and half of us!"

Chu Jin hesitated to look at the half of luncheon meat that had been chewed in the bowl, a little bit dumbfounded.

The paper towel wiped his mouth, just about to talk, was preempted by the little girl sitting opposite.

Song Qiaoxi waved her hand, with an expression that I knew you well, and said carelessly, "Don't worry, I remember what you said, you can't give others the food you have bitten, but you are not someone else, you are my best Good friends, whoever of us and who, you eat, you eat..."

After finishing talking, holding a bowl and starting to drink noodle soup.

She saw from the gap, Chu Jin frowned, and finally picked up the chopsticks and stuffed the half of luncheon meat that she had bitten into her mouth.

After the meal, Song Qiaoxi took the initiative to ask Ying to wash the dishes.

The result was obvious, and was rejected by Chu Jin without emotion.

The last time she washed the dishes, there were four dishes and three bowls in the sink. She almost used half a bottle of dishwashing detergent and knocked two plates and one bowl...

I had to carry a small bamboo basket with vegetable leaves and millet to the balcony to feed the chickens.

After a while, Mom and Dad got up and found that there were freshly steamed buns in the steamer, and salty porridge with minced meat and chopped vegetables in the other pot.

The couple gave Chu a good meal, and by the way, they took the girl to ask for a long time, have you learned how to cook porridge? Have you learned how to steam buns?

Obviously, from her hesitating tone and the look of looking left and right, she knew that she hadn't learned anything, and it was all done by Chu.

Song Jianguo was in a particularly high mood today.

Since getting up in the morning, I have been singing the Luneng Taishan team song "Orange Flame".

As an old Qizhou native who grew up in the old city of Qizhou, he must have been a **** fan of Luneng Taishan since he was young.

Today is December 12, 1999, Sunday.

Last Sunday, December 5th, in the final round of the League A, Luneng Taishan defeated Wuhan, which was confirmed to be relegated, with a big score at home 5:0, while Liaoning was blocked by Beijing Guoan and regained a draw.

Luneng Taishan eventually led by one point and won the 1999 League A championship.

For the game last Sunday, if you are a newspaper reporter, you can directly enter the infield to watch the game with your press card.

It's a pity that Song Jianguo's editorial department was on duty and could not go to the scene to watch the game.

This Sunday is the final of the Football Association Cup. Luneng Taishan will play against Dalian Wanda Shide. If this game is won, then Luneng Taishan will become the first "double champion" in the history of Chinese football.

He adjusted the class early, got the pass for the infield ahead of time, and planned to take his daughter and Chu Jin to the scene.

Qiao Qin doesn't have a cold at football. The only worry is that her husband can't get two children on her own.

"We are the wind, we are the electricity, we are the orange flame! We are the steel, we are the iron, we are the Mount Tai that will never fall! Attacking and attacking are like wind and thunder electric fans, defense and defense are as stable as Mount Tai, let the fiery football, It will always belong to Luneng, and let the trophy of victory belong to Mount Tai...Luneng Taishan! Shandong Dahan..."

Father Song packed up the equipment for watching football in the afternoon in the living room and sang passionately.

Chu Jin just tied Song Qiaoxi's braids, and today he wore two long scorpion braids, obediently hanging behind his head.

After Tony Chu finished his work, he went to the study to practice piano.

Xixi picked up the colorful little horns that father had placed on the sofa and blew it "Bab Bab", and shouted with his dad: "Luneng Taishan! Go forward!"

"It's so noisy, Xixi, don't blow it." Mother was holding a pile of sheets in her arms, and was about to go to the balcony to throw it in the washing machine. Passing by the living room, she couldn't help but babble about Father Song, "Song Jianguo, can you bring the two kids? There are so many people this afternoon. The Provincial Sports Center said it can accommodate more than 50,000 people. I read that it is written in your newspaper that there are 60,000 to 70,000 people going there this afternoon."

When Song Qiaoxi heard her mother say this, she put down the small speaker in her hand anxiously, for fear that her mother changed her mind and would not let her and Chu Jin follow her father to watch the game.

Although, the little girl is not a hard-core fan, and she doesn't even remember how many people on the football team played.

But every child in the compound has long been infected by the enthusiasm of the fans and uncles in the compound. Who doesn't like Luneng Taishan is the "traitor" of Qizhou baby.

In addition, Song Qiaoxi listened to Ding Yi and Wang Junyang chanting "Luneng Taishan, the eternal god" in school and boiler room every day. For this game, his city's team may win the "double crown" award. The game is full of expectations.

It doesn't matter if she can understand or not, just want to feel the atmosphere of the scene, and immediately raise her hand to show her loyalty to her mother: "Mom, I'm behaved, Chu Jin and I will always follow Dad closely."

"Daughter-in-law, don't worry, I have Xixi with my left hand and my right hand. The two children will not let go for a moment, and I promise to bring the children back to you unharmed. Isn't it possible? And we are in the field, with the media reporters Son, they are all colleagues. They have a support, and they are not in the stands." Song Jianguo made an upright posture, and continued to say in a tone of reporting to the leadership, "I, Song Jianguo, swear to my daughter-in-law, I will not humiliate my mission!"

"Mom, just let us go..."

Song Qiaoxi hugged her mother's waist and said coquettishly.

"Oh, I really can't do anything with you. Wherever there are many people, you are willing to go wherever you go to join in the fun. It is so good to watch live TV at home on such a cold day." Mother Song shook her head and squeezed her daughter's face, "You and Chu Jin are both Wear more. It’s so cold in December. Don’t catch a cold when you come back."

"Yeah! Mommy is the best!"

Xixi jumped up from the sofa and kissed her mother's neck fiercely.

No one can stand the baby from the old Song family, and Mama Song is no exception, "Okay, I'll find the thick down jacket for you in a while, and I will wash the scarf for him, and I will find another one for him. , You must follow your father honestly, don't run around, you know?"

"Know it!"

Song Qiaoxi and her father winked at each other and quietly compared their hands with "Yeah".

After lunch, Mother Song wrapped both Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin into two balls, wishing to show only their eyes outside.

Father Song hung a small plastic trumpet with a football on Song Qiaoxi's neck, and also hung one for Chu Jin, preparing to drive to the Provincial Gymnasium with the two children.

Song Qiaoxi jumped and rushed downstairs first. Father Song was afraid that she would be too eager to run down the stairs, so he grabbed the car key and followed, "Xixi, slow down!"

Chu Jin didn't hesitate to change his shoes, and nodded with Aunt Qiao, "I'm leaving first, and see you again, Auntie."

"Extremely, Auntie will ask you again," Mama Song helped Chu Jin tidy up her scarf and patted him on the shoulder, "Your uncle is careless, Xixi is another naughty bag, please help Auntie take care of them, don't let him What kind of'yaozi' are the two. Especially Xixi, she can't move her legs as soon as she sees something new. The provincial sports center will have a lot of people today. You and Xixi have to hold hands and follow your uncle. If not Be careful if you get lost, don't worry, go to the security guard and police uncle present for help."

"Well, I got it."

Chu Jin nodded heavily.

Aunt Qiao is right, he also feels so, this home, I feel like it is supported by himself and Aunt Qiao...

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On the way to watch the game, Song Qiaoxi found that the whole Qizhou city seemed to be caught in a mysterious carnival state.

There are almost tens of thousands of people in the empty alley. Many children on the street have small football-shaped horns hanging from their necks. There are also gongs and drums team, which is as lively as the New Year.

When they arrived at the Provincial Sports Center, Song Qiaoxi watched the crowds of fans and silently clenched her father's hand.

Father Song held Xixi with one hand, and Chu Jin comforted them with the other, "Don't be afraid, children, follow your good uncle, follow your father, we won't lose our hands if we don't let go."

Song Qiaoxi nodded and looked at Chu Jin.

Chu Jin looked at the enthusiastic fans around him, shook his head, and said four words to her with his lips, "Don't run around."

Fortunately, there are not so many people in the press stand of the gymnasium.

Dad went to chat with a few colleagues, found two folding chairs for her and Chu Jin, and sat in the reporter's area of ​​"Dang Cannon".

Song Qiaoxi looked at the crowded black people in the stands and various banners, and couldn't help holding Chu Jin's sleeves. "Look, the banner of'Vow to Win the Double Crown' has been printed!"

Chu Jin let out an "um" and scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

He still remembered Aunt Qiao's request to him to be optimistic about Uncle Song and Song Qiaoxi. Aunt Qiao was always worried about Uncle Song, and Xixi was even more daring.

Can't let them get into trouble, one big and one small.

Chu Jin grabbed Song Qiaoxi's hand with his backhand, both of them wearing gloves.

He squeezed the palm of the little girl's hand and said seriously: "You must not run around. Where I am, you are where you are, you know?"

"Know it......"

Xi Xi was a little impatient, thinking that Chu Jin was too fussy.

She was not the six-year-old little cub for a long time, and she would not "run away from home" without saying a word like the original owner.

There are many people in the stadium, and she is also very interested in the cameras of the reporters, uncles and aunts next to her, and she always wants to come forward and take a look.

But he didn't get out of half a meter, he was pulled back by Chu Jin and fixed to the chair.

Fortunately, the game started soon, which attracted her attention, and Dad returned to them.

Song Qiaoxi watched the game for the first time, and was extremely excited. As a **** fan, Song Qiaoxi was also excited like a kid in the press booth.

Only Chu Jin is like the "parent" of these two people.

The little boy looked calm and looked around calmly, staying on the little girl most of the time, glancing at the dancing Uncle Song from time to time.

But after all, Chu Jin is a little boy under the age of eleven. The boy is naturally interested in ball sports. In addition, this game is really exciting. Soon, Chu Jin also integrated into this wonderful game.

When encountering a tense moment of scoring, they will hand in hand with Xixi, and the two children almost hug each other.

When a goal is scored, Song Dad will hold their hands and cheer loudly.

After Luneng Taishan's Su Maozhen missed a goal in the second half, Dalian Wanda Shide's foreign aid Pete used a wonderful volley to tie the score again in the 90th minute.

Let this game into a fever.

Song Qiaoxi felt that her heart was about to pop out of her throat.

And into the stoppage time period, in 92 minutes, Luneng Taishan's foreign aid Romeduo, staged a hat trick.

Luneng Taishan team finally defeated a strong opponent with a total score of 4-3, won the FA Cup and became a veritable "double crown."

Song Qiaoxi jumped up and blew the small horn on her chest.

Chu Jin also got up from the chair, playing the small plastic horn "Bab Baba".

Song Jianguo burst into tears of joy, hugged her daughter, and raised her above her head, "Girl, look! Su Maozhen is holding the FA Cup trophy. It's too long for us Qizhou people! We are the "double crown king". 'La!"

At this moment, in the newspaper compound, almost all families are watching the live broadcast in front of the TV.

When the female anchor Wang Di's cry full of "the ball is in!" on the TV, it was passed to the ears of the neighbors in the courtyard.

There was a warm cheer from the entire compound.

The warm shouts spread throughout the streets and alleys of Qizhou. This moment will become the best memory of Qizhou fans.

At the end of the game, Song Jianguo packed up his things and prepared to take his daughter and Chu Jin home.

It's not that cold right now in the afternoon, and the two children are very angry, and they have been jumping for a few hours, and they are already hot.

Fearing that Xixi and Xiao Chu would get too hot, Song Jianguo took off their hats and scarves for them, and put them on a side chair.

"Editor Song!"

Suddenly, I heard someone calling him.

Song Jianguo turned around and found a familiar face, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, "Dong Zhao, hello, hello, it's a coincidence, are you watching the game too?"

"Editor-in-chief Song, we have a lot of fate. It's not easy to meet. It's still such a good occasion. I didn't expect you to be a fan of Luneng Taishan!"

Zhao Chenguang and Song Jianguo shook hands eagerly.

The person who greeted Song Jianguo was Zhao Chenguang, the chairman of the most famous newspaper group in Beijing. The two met at a media seminar in Beijing last time.

Zhao Chenguang’s ancestral home is Qizhou, and his wife is also a native of Qizhou. Because his wife teaches at Qizhou University and the children stay in the local school, he feels that Qizhou’s basic education is very good. He also chose a school for the children to the normal primary school.

Zhao Chenguang appreciates Song Jianguo very much. Song Jianguo's speech on "new media" at the media seminar has unique insights, which makes him think that this editor-in-chief who is "within the system" is very visionary.

Since the last time they met at the seminar, the two parties have also met several times in private, chatted a lot about development trends in the industry, and left each other's phone calls.

In fact, Zhao Chenguang was selfish. He valued Song Jianguo's talents very much. He always felt that it was a pity that he was a talented and talented editor-in-chief in the provincial capital.

I hope Song Jianguo can jump out of the system and follow him to Beijing to do new media projects.

However, an experienced "cultural businessman" like Zhao Chenguang does not reveal his direct purpose from the beginning.

"Editor Song, are you free for a drink tonight? The new media project you talked about last time, let's discuss it again. I have some new ideas here and I want to talk to you." Zhao Chenguang said.

"Dong Zhao, it won't work tonight. I brought my daughter and friend's child to watch the football together today. The children will go to school tomorrow, so I have to send them back early."

Song Jianguo Da Lala smiled, turning around to call the children over and get to know Zhao Chenguang.

Last time I heard from Zhao Chenguang that his son was also in the elementary school attached to the normal school and was also in the fourth grade. Maybe the girl and Xiao Chu would still know them.

"Both children are in the primary school attached to the Normal University, and they are in the fourth grade. Just like your son, you said it was a coincidence? Song Qiaoxi, Chu Jin, come, come here..."

Song Jianguo turned his head as he said, his smile froze, and he froze in place.

Suddenly the blood rushed to the brain, and my heart was flustered.

Where are the two children? !