Stepmother

Zhong Jianguo almost choked, and quickly covered his mouth: "This name is fine, I agree."

Reborn sees his dad's eyes full of smiles and wonders, what's the problem? Think about it, "I don't want it. Mom, my name is pretty good."

"My name is pretty good too." Zi Li continued.

The big baby looked at his brother, looked at his parents, and tentatively said: "I think Dongfeng is better than strong."

"Then you change it, we won't change it." Reborn said.

Dawa choked: "You, if you don't change, we won't be like a family."

Regenerate's complexion changed suddenly, he likes to hear others say that your brothers are brothers at first sight. But he really didn't want to change: "I, I think there's something wrong with the name Mother gave." Before Song Zhaodi could speak, she said, "Dad, didn't you find out? Mother didn't think about it when she said the name."

Dawa turned to Song Zhaodi, saw her eyes full of narrowness, and sighed in her heart: "Then I won't change it."

"I won't change." Sanwa said quickly, "Xiangnan is nice."

Erwa: "Change it for me."

"What to change?" Zhong Jianguo glared at him, "This name was given by your mother. Change the name, be careful that your mother comes to you in the middle of the night."

Erwa wrinkled her nose: "My mother is dead."

"Her soul came to you." Zhong Jianguo said.

Reborn blurted out: "A ghost?"

"You can say that." Zhong Jianguo said.

Erwa's face changed suddenly, he was not afraid of his own mother, but he was afraid of ghosts, and said quickly: "No change, no change."

"Dad, are there really ghosts in the world?" Gengsheng asked.

Zhong Jianguo thought for a moment: "I don't know either. But as the old saying goes, there is a **** in the first three feet, and we must be in awe."

"You mean no." Reign is disappointed, "No wonder I haven't seen my father."

Erwa was very angry: "Dad!"

"Change your name?" Zhong Jianguo asked.

Erwa didn't dare, but he was still very angry: "Can you not scare me in the future?"

"A coward." Zhong Dawa gave him a white look, "Mother, is there an allusion in the south, east, north and west?"

Song Zhaodi: "No allusions. There are these cards in mahjong. We usually refer to playing mahjong as playing mahjong.

"I know that your mother is holding her arms again, and Dad really knows you best." The big baby glared at her, "And Dad, the two of you will be embarrassed if you join together."

Zhong Jianguo is also not annoyed: "My mother and I are wolves and embarrassed, what are you? Little wolf cub."

"It's fine too." Da Wa agreed very succinctly, and then asked, "Mother, where can I sell mahjong?"

Song Zhaodi: "No, nothing."

"It's okay if you don't have it." Self-reliance said, "It saves the big baby from playing with things and losing his mind."

Song Zhaodi was happy: "eldest son, if you say this, I have to criticize you. Indulging in fun is called playing with things. Playing occasionally, or playing for a while every day, is called rest and relaxation."

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Self-reliance is somewhat skeptical: "Really?"

"Father never jokes about things related to study." Reborn reminded him.

Resume on her own, then nod seriously: "I remember, Dad, Mom."

"Then let's continue to eat." Song Zhaodi gave Sanwa the burrito wrapped with tomato scrambled eggs, "If you eat this one, you are not allowed to eat it again."

Sanwa touched her stomach: "I think I can eat another one."

"What if I'm not allowed?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Sanwa blurted out: "Then I won't eat it."

Song Zhaodi choked for a while, but she didn't expect the child to be so cowardly: "Sanwa, I think you can change your name to Cowardice."

"Yes, yes, this name is not bad." Dawa agreed with both hands.

Song Zhaodi: "The big baby is called the No. 1 counselor."

The smile on Dawa's face froze, she couldn't believe it: "Mother, I'll help you!"

"It's not a big deal for you to watch the fun." Zhong Jianguo said, "Hurry up and eat, the cakes are cold."

Xiao Si was pierced, the big baby flattened his mouth, opened his mouth and took a big bite of the burrito.

The next morning, Song Zhaodi opened her eyes and heard the sound of pattering. She opened the curtains and saw that it was pouring rain outside, so she quickly patted Zhong Jianguo to wake up.

Zhong Jianguo opened his eyes when he heard the movement, and saw her lying by the window: "It's raining heavily?"

"It's very big." Song Zhaodi said, and suddenly thought, "Is it a typhoon?"

Zhong Jianguo shook his head slightly: "No news." After a pause, "Don't worry, our house is solid."

"I'm not worried about this." Song Zhaodi said, "If there is a typhoon, I will pick all those half-sized cucumbers and eggplants."

Zhong Jianguo heard what she said, and was immediately happy: "Mr. Song, you really think of yourself as a housewife."

"I don't want to, but what can I do?" Song Zhaodi said, "You can open a clothing factory for me, or a studio."

Zhong Jianguo waved his hand and picked up the folded trousers: "This matter, you should still count on your son. What do you have for breakfast? I will cook."

"Whatever." Song Zhaodi said, "Boil a few eggs, and the dishes, look at frying."

Zhong Jianguo: "Then cook some more salted duck eggs and white rice porridge."

"My son will do it again when he sees you doing this." Song Zhaodi reminded him while putting on clothes.

Zhong Jianguo snorted: "If you don't mind the trouble, let them fry themselves."

There is a tank in the kitchen of Zhong's house. Every night, Zhong Jianguo fills the tank to save Song Zhaodi from fetching water.

Opening the wooden cover, Zhong Jianguo couldn't help but be glad that he didn't slack off last night, otherwise he would have to wear a raincoat to press the water today. If the well water is turbid due to rain, then their family can only eat steamed bread with boiled water in the morning.

It was rare for Zhong Jianguo to take the initiative to cook, and Song Zhaodi washed up, then collapsed on the bench and closed his eyes.

Zhong Jianguo put the pot for cooking porridge on the stove, took the basin out to get the salted duck eggs, saw that Song Zhaodi was so comfortable, and twisted her face: "I said I cook, you really To be the boss of the hands-off?"

doing what?"

Zhong Jianguo: "Help me lift the lid of the pot and pass the firewood."

Song Zhaodi opened her eyes and couldn't believe it: "Zhong Jianguo, when did you become so greasy?"

"You are greasy." Zhong Jianguo didn't know what "greasy" meant, but when he saw Song Zhaodi's disgust, he knew that it was not a good word, "You are so embarrassed to let me cook alone. "

Song Zhaodi frowned: "Zhong Jianguo—"

"I'll go get the duck eggs." Zhong Jianguo said quickly, "Just kidding, don't be angry." He ran away.

Song Zhaodi was instantly happy. Then go to the kitchen and wait for the fire.

As Zhong Jianguo said, if there is a typhoon, their troops will be notified immediately. And the rain in the typhoon is not the same as usual, and it rains in waves.

After breakfast, Song Zhaodi saw that the heavy rain turned to moderate rain, and she was still pattering, and knew that she had encountered continuous rain.

When the rain was small, Song Zhaodi picked off the cucumbers, tomatoes and eggplants that had changed overnight, and pulled out some green vegetables. It was estimated that it was enough for the family to eat two meals before Song Zhaodi went back. .

When she turned around, she felt that someone was looking at her, Song Zhaodi subconsciously looked next door, there was no one under the eaves of the porch next door, Song Zhaodi pretended to lift her hair, looked up, and sure enough, she saw the window on the second floor on the west side standing one person.

Song Zhaodi suddenly wanted to scold people, she was sick.

Going back to the house to cut Zhou Shufen's clothes, Song Zhaodi held an umbrella and held a sewing basket to find Mrs. Duan.

Sister Duan was cleaning the table in the room. When she saw her coming, she pointed at the chair: "You sit down first."

Song Zhaodi pulled out the cloth, and while helping Zhou Shufen sew her underwear, she asked, "Auntie, the day I came back, I saw you enjoying the shade under the big tree in the south, and it seemed that there were still Colonel Shen's mother and his daughter-in-law, I am not wrong, right?"

"No." Sister Duan asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Zhaodi: "Is Sun Wanru's brain sick?"

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Song Zhaodi: "It's okay to find me. She peeks at me every day these days." After a pause, "If she were a man, I couldn't help but suspect that he liked me. "

"Then she's really sick." Sister Duan clicked, "Xiao Song, I'm so sorry for you."

Song Zhaodi raised her head, saw her smiling, and immediately laughed: "Auntie, I'm not joking with you. When you were chatting, didn't you tell me about me deliberately making chicken soup under the eaves?"

"Do you underestimate your aunt?" Sister Duan said, "Am I that talkative person? However, I did mention you that day."

Song Zhaodi knew that it was impossible for Sun Wanru to stare at her for no reason: "What are you talking about, talking about me?"

"A few women are sitting together, what else can they talk about besides talking about the East and the West." Mrs. Duan said, "We don't know about national affairs, but how much grain can be seen per acre of land now. , We haven't farmed for more than ten years, and we don't know, we can only think of who to talk to."

Song Zhaodi thought carefully: "Then what?"

"When we were gossiping, we saw Jianguo drive to the pier. The lover of Political Commissar Lu asked, why is Xiao Zhong going to the pier. I said you came back today." Mrs. Duan said, "Commissar Zhang , is Xiao Zhong's political commissar. His lover said that when a few children came back with you, the family home is lively again. I forgot who said something, I will tell you if you are upset, you detain them at home to learn English, they will I can't make a fuss."

Song Zhaodi: "Did Sun Wanru suddenly ask you, I can speak English?"