MTL - Stepmother-Chapter 12 Self introduction

After six o'clock, the sky was getting dark, Zhong Dawa woke up, pulled her shoes and walked out. She was stunned when she saw the people sitting in the living room.

"You don't know me when you wake up?" Song Zhaodi raised her head when she heard the voice, "Your dad went shopping."

Zhong Dawa pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Do you want to pee?" Song Zhaodi asked, "Be careful when you go downstairs, I have to watch Sanwa."

There are also two wooden benches in the living room on the second floor. Song Zhaodi sits on one end of the benches to sew clothes, and there is a small quilt on the other end. On the quilt sleeps a child, who is the third child of the Zhong family.

Zhong Jianguo was away, Zhong Dawa didn't know how to get along with Song Zhaodi, but he wanted to give Song Zhaodi a pair of eyes, and added "bad woman", and found that the clothes in Song Zhaodi's hand belonged to him, The child let out a "hmm" and slowly descended the stairs.

Song Zhaodi originally thought that even if the child did not call her a "bad woman", she would snort proudly. Seeing that he was so good, she raised her eyebrows unexpectedly.

"Wake up." Zhong Jianguo pushed open the small bamboo raft door and saw clearly that his eldest son was urinating on the flower again, feeling a headache, "Can't you go to the toilet?"

Zhong Dawa: "The toilet is too far." After speaking, she looked at the door and saw that Song Zhaodi had not come down, she waved at Zhong Jianguo and whispered, "Dad, she is sewing clothes for me. ."

"Who is she?" Zhong Jianguo asked knowingly.

Zhong Dawa pursed her lips and looked straight at Zhong Jianguo, you know who it is.

"Your mother." Zhong Jianguo said, "If you don't want to call mother, call mother. My son Zhong Jianguo is not dumb, but a good boy with good manners."

Zhong Dawa snorted, turned and left.

Zhong Jianguo knew that this kind of thing couldn't be pushed too hard, so he followed up and asked, "How do you know your stepmother is sewing clothes for you?"

"I'm wearing it today." The child turned around and noticed that his dad was carrying a lot of things, his eyes lit up, "Dad, what did you buy?"

Zhong Jianguo: "Eggplant, cabbage, lettuce, greens and onion, **** and garlic."

"No meat?" The child looked very disappointed, "I want to eat meat."

Zhong Jianguo: "Our family's money will buy you white rabbits, milk powder, and malted milk essence. I'll buy them when I get paid."

"I still have a lot of money left, enough to buy a chicken." Song Zhaodi was lying by the window on the second floor, "Buy some more chickens and ducks, I will raise chickens and ducks."

Zhong Jianguo raised his head, saw that there was still no smile on Song Zhaodi's face, and thought for a moment: "I see. The baby's clothes haven't been washed yet, I'll wash it for him, you can give it to him again. sew."

building.

In the late afternoon, Song Zhaodi did not plan to cook dinner, and she was afraid that the two children would wake up hungry in the middle of the night, so she fried garlic lettuce, scrambled eggs with shallots for the two children, and cooked some rice porridge.

Zhong Jianguo had a great appetite, and Zhong Dawa knelt on the bench and ate a mouthful of porridge and two eggs without raising his head.

Song Zhaodi was not hungry, so she fed the two children to eat. Seeing the little guy eating, he was happy and curious: "Is it so delicious?"

"It's delicious." Zhong Jianguo said, "I've eaten lettuce before, but it's not as good as yours. I saw that you didn't put anything else, how did you make it? "

Song Zhaodi: "In addition to garlic and salt, it's lard. Probably I put more oil. For example, my mother used a chopstick to poke a little oil in cooking. The clear soup has little water and tastes nothing. No."

Zhong Jianguo: "Maybe. Big baby, is it delicious?"

"Delicious." The child raised his head, met Song Zhaodi's eyes, blushed slightly, and turned to his father, "Dad, are we really going to eat chicken tomorrow?"

Song Zhaodi: "I will eat chicken tomorrow. However, you have to help me take care of my two younger brothers. You can't run out to play. Otherwise, I won't do it if the chicken is killed."

"If you don't do it, it will stink." Zhong Dawa blurted out.

Song Zhaodi said with a smile: "Then you may not know that if you smear the chicken with salt, it can last for three to five months."

"Dad!" Zhong Dawa turned to look for Zhong Jianguo, please help me.

Zhong Jianguo glanced at him: "Are you full? Go to bed when you are full."

"No." Zhong Dawa had almost eaten. However, he slept on the boat for a long time in the morning and again in the afternoon, and he was not sleepy at all. So pick up the spoon and continue drinking the porridge.

Song Zhaodi slowed down when she saw Erwa eating: "Are you full?"

Zhong Erwa nodded, seeing that half of the rice porridge was left in the bowl, she glanced at Song Zhaodi secretly, and whispered, "There is still more."

"Give it to your dad." Song Zhaodi looked at Zhong Jianguo, "Would you like it?"

Zhong Jianguo smiled and said, "What's left of my son, it's not someone else's." The bowl was taken over, and another bowl appeared in front of him, "Big baby?"

"I'm full." Zhong Dawa said, "Dad, help me eat it."

Zhong Jianguo glanced at the two sons: "You two ate a bowl of scrambled eggs with shallots, and you two are full." Immediately, he poured the two sons' leftover rice into his own bowl.

Song Zhaodi smiled and was about to speak, "Wow", Song Zhaodi subconsciously asked, "Who cried?"

"Three babies are awake." Zhong Jianguo habitually said, go and have a look. When he said that, he realized that the person opposite was his newly married daughter-in-law, "I'll go take a look."

Song Zhaodi: "I'll take a look. You'll put the bowl away later." Then, she got up and went upstairs.

Zhong Jianguo watched Song Zhaodi's back disappear at the entrance of the stairs, and then said to his two sons, "She's not here now, you two tell me the truth, how is this stepmother?"

Zhong Erwa looked at his eldest brother, and it meant that he would just follow what the eldest child said.

Zhong Jianguo reached out and grabbed the eldest son's small ear: "This time you are not allowed to escape."

"It's a little bit better." Zhong Dawa stretched out her little finger, "It's only a little bit."

Zhong Jianguo looked at his son's insincere words, and sneered: "The second baby comes to add, where is the stepmother?"

"The food is delicious." Zhong Erwa was a little timid about her brother who was two years older than him. She glanced at Dawa when she was talking, and seeing that Dawa didn't stop her, "Buy a big white rabbit."

Zhong Dawa glared at him: "I know what to eat. Dad—"

"Don't explain." Zhong Jianguo said, "If you like this stepmother, Dad will let her stay. If you don't like it, I will send her back to Binhai, and then find another one for you. How about the elementary school teachers who came from the island last year?"

Zhong Dawa didn't even think about it: "No."

"Then you want this." Zhong Jianguo said, "No change? This time you chose it yourself. When your father is not at home, you must listen to this mother."

Zhong Dawa hummed: "Just listen."

Zhong Jianguo heard the sound of going downstairs, picked up the bowl three or two times and finished the porridge in the bowl.

Song Zhaodi came down. Zhong Jianguo got up to clean up the tableware, sent it to the kitchen, and cleaned the pots and bowls before coming out: "Where are your dirty clothes?"

"Upstairs." Seeing Zhong Jianguo being so diligent, Song Zhaodi smiled, "I don't need to wash my little clothes, I'll wash them tomorrow."

Zhong Jianguo said "um" and asked, "Do I have to make something for Sanwa?"

Is it?"

Zhong Jianguo thought about it carefully: "It doesn't seem to be. What's the matter?"

"I want to order milk for the eldest baby and the second baby." Song Zhaodi said, "It's cabbage and cabbage all day long, adults are fine, children can't stand it."

Zhong Jianguo felt a little warm in his heart: "I'll look back and ask. If not, no—"

"Dad, I don't like drinking milk." Zhong Dawa said suddenly.

Zhong Jianguo was speechless: "You never drink milk, so you know you don't like it?"

In four years, the eldest baby has never had a drink?"

Zhong Jianguo: "No." After a pause, "The mother may not know where to order milk."

"Can you buy milk powder in Yongcheng or Hangzhou?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Jianguo: "I'll go out and take a look tomorrow."

"Don't worry." Song Zhaodi knew that he was busy, "The white rabbit toffee I bought for them is condensed milk, which is condensed from fresh milk. Those candies are enough for them to eat for a month."

Zhong Jianguo pointed out: "You even know this?"

"I know a lot." Song Zhaodi smiled, "You go to the laundry, let's talk after the laundry."

Wengzhou Island is too wet, Zhong Jianguo smelled the musty smell on the sheets and sheets, so he removed the sheets and sheets. In addition to the clothes for a family of five and the diapers changed by the three children, Zhong Jianguo was busy until after ten o'clock.

Zhong Jianguo thought Song Zhaodi had fallen asleep when he went upstairs, but when he got upstairs, Song Zhaodi was still waiting for him: "Aren't you tired after rushing for two days?"

"Tired." How could Song Zhaodi not be tired and sore all over. When washing her hair in the afternoon, she wanted to cut off the original owner's black and shiny waist-length hair. It was too troublesome for Gein to wash, and his neck hurt from exhaustion, "But I didn't make it clear to you, and I couldn't sleep when I was tired."

Zhong Jianguo moved a bench to sit opposite Song Zhaodi. The distance between the two was one and a half meters. It was not like a newlywed couple chatting, but a negotiation between hostile parties.

Song Zhaodi raised her eyelids and looked at him, then twitched the corners of her mouth: "Let's introduce yourself first."

"Self, introduce myself?" Zhong Jianguo didn't understand, what kind of way is this, "You know about me, my stepmother told you."

Song Zhaodi: "You don't understand my situation."

"I don't know." Zhong Jianguo said with a special meaning.

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "I thought you didn't know anything. It seems that I saw you right." After a pause, "My name is Song Zhaodi. In Song Village, the last three generations were all poor peasants, and their roots were red."

Zhong Jianguo raised his hand: "I know all this. The street checked my social relations in the year I joined the army, and my stepmother's relatives were checked by the street people. Your mother is me. Stepmother's cousin, they already found out that your family was very popular at that time."

"Since you know my family's situation, then tell me directly." Song Zhaodi said, "Graduated from high school in Hongya Town in 1963 and was admitted to Binhai Normal University—"

"Wait a minute!" Zhong Jianguo interrupted quickly, his face full of shock, "Binhai Normal University?

Song Zhaodi nodded slightly: "I am the champion of our county, and I entered Binhai Normal University as the champion of the county's college entrance examination. Don't worry, listen to me, the school was closed last year, and I haven't seen it until now. When the class started, I didn’t graduate from college, so I didn’t write high school in the education column on the file. To be precise, I graduated from college.”

"Then why did you tell me that you graduated from high school?" Zhong Jianguo frowned, "You said directly that you didn't graduate from college, I, I won't—I thought about it, you kept saying you Do you have a high school diploma? I was surprised at the time. When you graduated from high school, you said you graduated from high school.

Song Zhaodi rolled his eyes at him: "I think too much. You are a man with three children who have died, what is worth my calculation?"

Zhong Jianguo choked: "Then why did you marry me? Why did you come here with me? It's fine with my three children?"

"Of course it's something else." Song Zhaodi said.