Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Song Qiaoxi was stunned, and looked around the small living room, except for a half-drinked cup of tea on the dining table, there was no one.

"Bata Bata" ran to the small bedroom on the west side, which was as hot as a steamer. This was her room. When I looked at it, it was empty.

Where's the bathroom, is he washing his hands?

When I ran to the door, the bathroom door was wide open, and the small space was clear at a glance, no one was there.

Mom and Dad’s bedroom? This is the last hope...

With a nervous state of mind, I walked through the living room and opened the door of the master bedroom, only to see the clean steel wire bed, and the neatly folded towels like tofu blocks were pressed on the pillows.

She even squatted on the ground, tilted her head and looked at the bottom of the bed. Even if she knew that Chu Jin couldn't hide here, she still didn't give up on confirming it.

Sure enough, there was nothing.

Is Chu Jin really gone?

Who took him away and why is it so hasty.

She even regretted it now. If she didn't go to preschool this morning, would it be possible to prevent Chu Jin from being taken away?

The little brain hummed, in fact Song Qiaoxi had thought of it at school, that she was just a 6-year-old nuo dumpling, how could she keep Chu by her own efforts?

She couldn't be the master of this family, and it was impossible to force her parents to stay Chu Jin.

It is hard enough for them to raise one cub, not to mention that they are still a cub who eats a lot.

What if, what if you eat less in the future?

She still couldn't help but rushed anxiously from the bedroom to the kitchen.

The sound of the kitchen range hood stopped. Hearing mother's footsteps, Song Qiaoxi hugged the bead curtain at the kitchen door so that she could walk out of the kitchen.

"So behaved, thank you my dear girl, hurry up and wash your hands, and sleep for a while after eating, or get sleepy in class in the afternoon."

Mother holding two bowls of cucumber egg drop soup, looked at her with relief.

Watching her mother holding the soup bowl, carefully following her behind her **** and asking anxiously, "Mom, where is Brother Chu Jin?"

"Chu Jin was picked up by his younger uncle. Seeing that I was busy, I forgot to tell you. Go and wash your hands."

Putting down the soup bowl, her mother urged her, picked up the tea cup on the table and went into the kitchen again.

"Then he will come back? When will he come back? Where does Chu Jin's uncle's house live? Is it far from our home..."

The first time I didn't listen to my mother's words, I went to wash my hands obediently, and the dumpling followed my mother's **** reluctantly, and chased into the kitchen one question after another without stopping.

Mother was washing the tea cup and looking at her a little curiously, "From now on, Chu Jin will live with his younger uncle. His younger uncle’s house is not far from ours. Chu Jin also goes to the Normal School attached to the school in September. You are still classmates. Isn't it possible to meet every day?"

With that said, mother wiped the water on the stove with a rag, rubbed her little head, and asked with a gentle smile: "Why, so reluctant to bear my brother? Mom took down the phone number of Chu Jin's uncle's house, you can call him Call, invite him to play at home."

What if Uncle Chu Jin treats him badly?

Song Qiaoxi still couldn't let go, hugged her mother's thigh, buried her face on her mother's waist, and asked carefully: "Mom, if Uncle Chu Jin also bullies him, we, can we take him back?"

Qiao Qin felt that something was wrong with the girl's muffled voice.

He took off his apron and squatted down and put Xixi in his arms. Seeing the water glow in her big round eyes, she was expecting again, and she looked like she was about to cry.

The heart became too soft, so hurry up to coax the girl: "Of course, if anyone dares to bully Chu Jin, we will let my father take you Uncle Wang and Uncle Ding to chase the bad guys away, and take the bad guys to prison. When you get up, let Chu live in our house. We don't need a pair of chopsticks."

With the words of her mother, Song Qiaoxi's hanging little heart was settled.

She nodded, leaned her head on her mother and acted like a baby, and began to figure out about calling Chu Jin.

"Okay, can I eat, little sticky guy?"

Mother kissed her cheek and used her index finger to make a nose scrape.

At the moment, his stomach made a "gurulu" cry unsuspectingly.

Xiao Nuo Tuan buried his head like a quail, his cheeks were hot, he must be red...

"Hurry up and wash your hands, the buns are going to be cold."

Amidst her mother's urging, Song Qiaoxi rushed to the bathroom to wash her hands.

Back at the dinner table, my mother had shaved off the bones of the chicken legs, dipped the sauce and put them on her enamel plate. The white chicken had a crispy skin, smooth and tender meat, dipped in a slightly sweet sauce, and it was full of fragrant mouth.

Although the steamed bun is called crabmeat bun, the filling is actually made of fresh pork and sea rice. The chubby is all wrinkled, and it is steamed very beautifully. The skin is soft after one bite, and the filling is smooth and juicy. It makes her mouth greasy. Bright.

Song Qiaoxi ate three buns about the size of her slap, and ate a chicken leg.

She barely drank half of the bowl of egg drop soup, and found that her belly was crooked.

In the orphanage, the life teacher does not allow leftovers and teaches them not to waste a grain of rice. Song Qiaoxi has long developed the habit of not having leftovers.

Right now, holding the enamel bowl in a daze, gritted his teeth and prepared to finish drinking, suddenly a big hand appeared in front of his eyes.

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it."

Mom said lightly, took the bowl away, and raised her head to signal that she could go to wash her hands.

Seeing egg flowers floating in the bowl, Song Qiaoxi blurted out distressedly: "But, this will waste food!"

Mom stretched out her hand and nodded her head: "Stupid girl, it's not wasteful if you can't finish eating, and you can't waste food if you can't eat hard. If you can't eat hard, do you feel uncomfortable if you break your stomach?"

It was the first time that she heard such a fresh theory, and she twisted her brows slightly and thought for a while, feeling that her mother made a lot of sense.

I had no appetite for dinner once in the orphanage. I just ate it so that I didn't waste it. I ate myself to accumulate food and lay in bed for two days.

It turns out that at home, if you can’t eat enough, you can “waste” food?

It’s just that the same habit as obsessive-compulsive disorder can’t be changed in one day. She grabbed the tabletop with two small hands, put her chin on her hands, and said embarrassedly: "Mom, can you save it to me for dinner? I will finish the soup when I’m in."

Ms. Qiao Qin closed her mouth in shock from her big wet eyes.

Her family, Xixi, has not been quite right since she came back yesterday, and she has become extraordinarily sensible and obedient, as if she had changed for a baby.

Could it be that the "education of love" that he insisted on for a year worked?

When Xixi was first born, Qiao Qin and her father were in a period of rising careers. They were so busy every day that they had no time to take care of the children. As soon as the two of them got together, they sent Xixi back to her parents' house, and then returned to the provincial capital during the holidays.

Qiao Qin thought well at the time. Her parents are both intellectuals and retired teachers. Can they not educate their little granddaughter?

Who would have thought that the old couple who strictly demanded their children all their lives spoiled their granddaughter as a lawless "little demon." After coming back from grandma's house, don't think the boudoirs are young, and the temper is not small, they are full of children's social language all day long, and every holiday makes the compound turbulent.

Last year, she and her husband felt that they would go to elementary school in one year, and brought Xixi back from the old man and brought them by themselves. But grandma missed his granddaughter, so he came to the house to interfere in her care of the child every three days, and he had to let Xixi go back to Taicheng during the holiday.

The result is conceivable. Often the rules that have just been established are broken in a blink of an eye, and the result of education is to return to the pre-liberation overnight. But even if the girl is no longer a "bear", Qiao Qin and Song Jianguo insist on the education method of no beating or scolding, always thinking that one day they can influence this "little demon" with love.

At this moment, Qiao Qin was a little excited, feeling that the hard work for more than a year was finally in vain.

Looking at the dull hair on her girl's forehead, the fleshy face like a small apple, her big watery eyes blinked, her face was serious and soft.

Secretly sighed, Xixi is no longer "bear", she is really cute like a little angel.

I remember that people in the compound often say that Xi Xi is fat. She is not happy when she is a mother. The 6-year-old baby is so cute. Qiao Qin was also fat when she was a child. She had a fat belly when she was a girl.

That's why she didn't worry. The mother-in-law filter felt that her daughter is now very much like a foreign child star Shirley Dunball, and she will definitely be a little beauty when she grows up.

"Okay, mom keeps it for you. Go wash your hands and rinse your mouth and take a nap."

The girl kissed a big bite.

Wherever Qiao Qin would let Xixi eat the leftovers, she promised to fear her trouble.

After receiving a positive answer from her mother, Song Qiaoxi was also relieved, she slipped to wash her hands and rinse her mouth, obediently lay back to the small bed next to the master bedroom for a nap.

Looking at the towel folded like tofu, she carefully lifted it up and placed it by the pillow intact. Chu Jin folded it up, and she wanted to stay a little longer.

Mom didn't have time to change the pillow towel and bed sheet.

Nuo Tuanzi stretched out comfortably on the small bed, thinking that Chu Jin was lying on this bed last night, embarrassedly buried her small face in the pillow.

An unfamiliar smell poured into the nasal cavity, and it was a faint fragrance that smelled very comfortable.

Is this the smell of Chu Jin?

This smell made her feel particularly safe, and even the separation from Chu Jin became less difficult to accept.

Because she knew that the parting was only temporary, and Chu Jin would be back...

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The summer vacation in 1996 was extremely long for school-age children in the newspaper compound because of the preschool classes.

The carefree childhood is like a white horse, only knowing that the days of silly fun are gone forever.

The first pre-kindergarten of the elementary school attached to the normal school officially ended on August 16.

The cubs were free, but the parents came to live.

You have to take time to collect school uniforms and books at school, buy school supplies, change the size of school uniforms deliberately to be smaller, cut calendars and cover book covers, and other chores.

For more than a month, Nuo Tuanzi has fully adapted to life in the compound in the 90s. Under her leadership, the "Little Three Gang" has also enjoyed a lot of peace. Although Wang Junyang and Ding Yi's class ending results are "horrible", But anyhow, no longer struggling with the bicycle every day.

Song Qiaoxi's final grades were very good, with 99 points in Chinese and 100 points in mathematics, and her parents were very happy.

During this period of time, she called Chu Jin's younger uncle's house several times, but every time no one answered, or his younger uncle said that Chu Jin was unwilling to talk to her.

Alas, Tuanzi hangs up with disappointment every time.

This made her especially yearning for the beginning of school in September. As soon as the school started, she could see Chu Jin, and she could ask him whether he was doing well.

A big living person sticks in front of him, he will never ignore himself, right?

Even secretly poking anticipation, hoping that if Chu Jin and himself are in the same class, that would be great!

August 19th is a Monday, and there are still two weeks before the first grade start day.

Dad’s editorial department was in a hurry, so he rode a Mustang motorcycle to the unit early.

Song Qiaoxi sits on a small bench with sugar fried cake in one hand and sweet soy milk in one hand. She takes a bite and takes a bite slowly, staring intently at the cartoon little man dressed like a lantern on the TV screen.

Recently, I became fascinated by a cartoon called "Girls of the Alps", which was broadcast on Children's Channel all morning.

There are jumping goats, lazy big dogs, and valleys that are so beautiful to make people run. Heidi, grandpa and Peter live happily in the Alps.

She is curious about the taste of goat's milk, grilled cheese and bread. The snow-capped mountains in the Alps are so beautiful, so I hope to see it in person one day.

"Have you finished Xixi?"

Mother's voice came from the bedroom, and she immediately swallowed the fried cake, making the soy milk stuffy.

I was so fascinated by cartoons that I forgot to go out with my mother, and quickly responded vaguely, "Okay."

Song Qiaoxi's eyes widened when she heard the bedroom door opened.

Mom today is too beautiful!

She wore a mint green waist dress, a moist pearl necklace hung around her neck, and her long hair was clipped with a hairpin to reveal a slender and white neck. She was well-dressed and full of fairy spirit.

Seeing my mother holding a stack of red paper coupons in her hand, she turned her head curiously and pointed her finger: "What is this?"

"My father’s unit issued a shopping voucher. Today, my mother will take you to Ginza Department Store to buy stationery, eat KFC at noon, and in the afternoon we will go to the school uniforms attached to the normal school."

Qiao Qin dangled the shopping voucher in front of her girl, seeing Nuo Tuanzi's eyes lit up, and couldn't help but smile.

Sure enough, no baby can resist the temptation of KFC.