MTL - It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]-Chapter 111 Have a holiday

On Qi Yue's birthday, when he went out in the morning, he loudly reminded Jiang Shuangling that he was going to kill chickens tonight. It was not enough just to remind his mother. Kill chickens at home.

Zhao Yinghua: "Kill chickens? I can kill chickens too."

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

"Our chickens can't be killed yet. Mommy is going to buy a fat chicken today."

"Mom, be sure to buy fatter!"

"I know I know."

When it comes to eating chicken, Qi Yue, this little brat, has become a troublesome nagging monster. I wish that the time of the day would pass earlier, and it would immediately become home to eat chicken in the evening.

The ducks and big white geese at home were swaying in the fence, swept each other's tails, and they felt a burst of ease and comfort without being envied.

Jiang Shuangling did not cook the chestnut roast chicken this time, because she could not buy any good chestnuts, so she replaced it with another honey sauce crispy roast chicken, waiting for Jiang Che and Qi Yue to come back at night , the crispy roast chicken on the plate is ready.

Cylindrical, with bay leaf star anise and pork ribs, etc., and simmered for four or five hours over low heat.

It's already dissolved in the soup.

Qi Heng came back on the back of the child, Jiang Shuangling scooped a bowl of soup for each of them, drank the thick pork ribs soup, and then ate a sweet roasted sweet potato, served with bacon and glutinous rice balls, and then Eat a bite of crispy chicken nuggets.

The family sat together and happily celebrated the birthday of Qiyue children.

"Mom, I will eat chicken for my birthday next year!" Qi Yue spat out the chicken bones, and little stars appeared in his eyes.

Jiang Shuangling teased him: "Why don't you want to eat duck?"

"Duck? Duck is delicious too...but I just want chicken!"

"Go, go, eat chicken, eat chicken, we don't have enough chickens at home."

"Wait for Dad's birthday, shall we still eat chicken?"

"Let's let the **** go for now."

"Would you like something else?"

Qi Yue was disappointed: "That's fine."

The birthdays of Qi Heng and Qi Yue's father and son are very close. Qi Yue's birthday has just passed, and it will be Qi Heng's birthday again. Jiang Shuangling is also preparing well together. This man previously Said he wanted to eat little golden pig.

Twenty-five little golden pigs for this birthday.

Qi Heng looked at her as a little golden pig, and said lightly, "One more."

"One year older, one more." Jiang Shuangling pinched on Little Golden Pig's fat ass.

Qi Heng hugged her chest, "Okay, it looks better than last year."

Jiang Shuangling: "..." Didn't she look good last year?

"Qi Heng, you said I'll give you one more a year. When you are sixty or seventy years old, there will be more than sixty little golden pigs. What should you eat?"

"Isn't there Jiang Mei?"

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

By that time, will they be full of children and grandchildren? He doesn't seem to worry about not being able to finish eating.

I'm afraid that this man will lose all his teeth, so he can no longer perform a little golden pig.

Jiang Shuangling made him twenty-five little golden pigs and a bowl of longevity noodles, and carved the words "Happy Birthday" with carrots. She was lucky today and found someone to buy a few kilograms For mutton, I made braised mutton at night and stewed a pot of mutton soup.

Drinking a bowl of mutton soup on a cold day will keep the whole body warm, especially to ward off the cold.

Qi Yue and Jiang Che were not interested in longevity noodles, they happily drank mutton soup and ate mutton, Qi Heng sucked the longevity noodles, and Comrade Xiao Huihui next to him also ate a bowl of soft and rotten egg noodles.

The little guy opened his eyes like black gems, glanced at his father, and happily continued to eat noodles.

After eating the noodles, Qi Heng began to perform a mouthful of a little golden pig, Xiao Huihui held a pig in his hand, and after biting the noodles, Xiao Bai’s teeth were grinding on the pig’s buttocks .

After feeding this little brat, Fat Tuo Tuo clamored to come down from the arms of the adults, yes, Comrade Xiao Huihui wore layers after layers in winter, completely Like a chubby little dumpling.

The floor of the house is covered with straw mats, and a layer of quilts and rabbit blankets, so that this little brat can play on it. Although he can't walk yet, he can already stand on his own. stand up.

Jiang Shuangling asked the little guy to stand up on the small bench.

"Sweet?" Xiao Huihui called out to Qi Yue.

Qi Yue wiped off the oil stains on his hand, ran to the rabbit blanket and hugged Xiao Huihui. Comrade Qi Hui was wearing too thickly, like a ball. He picked it up, but the picture was funny.

A dwarf is holding another dwarf winter melon.

Jiang Che stood by the side to shake the rattle for the little guy. He also wears very thick clothes in winter, so he can't be like classmate Qi Dali, who can't temporarily hold the little fat cub like Suo Qihui.

The short little arms prop up the body.

“Uncle, Mom, Dad…”

"Hui Hui, call again!

"What?"

Qi Heng's birthday has passed, and it's almost time for the children's winter vacation. Qi Yue and Jiang Che, like other vulgar ones, are happily looking forward to the school Have a holiday!

The genius of the holiday is the blue sky!

Of course, the winter in the mountain city is not blue.

The children are counting the days for the winter vacation. Parents can't feel the same way. The parents of the bear children hope that they will not have a holiday all year round, such as...

The Pharaoh next door.

The children are about to go on winter vacation, and Wang Xiazhi is worried, "This child is still living in school, and he must not overturn the roof at home."

"Look at this harmonica, he turned it out and played it in front of me for a long time yesterday, it gave me a headache."

"And the erhu, I quickly asked Lao Wang to hide the erhu, he almost wanted to teach Yunsheng to learn the erhu, talking about those old huang calendars 800 years ago, Why do you follow your grandfather to pull the erhu..."

"If his grandfather heard him pulling the erhu, he would be so angry that he would open the coffin board and pop out..."

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

Thanks for the kindness of the erhu next door.

"He also said he wanted to play the suona."

Jiang Shuangling: "This..."

"Don't worry, if the father and son dare to blow, I will let them blow the bag on their forehead."

Jiang Shuangling: "...let's play the harmonica together."

Wang Xiazhi waved her hand, "I'm about to die of worry, the little bunny at home is on winter vacation, it's better to stay at school, little Jiang, don't you think?"

Jiang Shuangling: "It's fine."

In fact, as a teacher at the school, Comrade Xiao Jiang is also looking forward to the winter vacation. This is the winter and summer vacation that teachers and students enjoy together!

Even if Comrade Pharaoh next door is reluctant, the day of winter vacation is coming. After the children pass the exam, the school kills pigs to celebrate.

"Tomorrow all the teachers and students will have to come to school, let's slaughter pigs to celebrate!"

"Celebrate the pig? Celebrate what?"

"Of course it's to celebrate the New Year and celebrate the holiday.

…

On days like this, teachers and children are looking forward to being happy. The cubs cut pig grass, the teachers cook pig food, clean the pig sty, and the principal feeds the bathers and the pigs and pigs, finally It's time to get fat and strong.

Jiang Shuangling is also looking forward to eating the meat of diving pig.

That morning, before dawn, the principal and another male teacher had invited someone to kill the two pigs in the school, part of the pork was distributed to the teacher, part was used to make dumplings, all the teachers Let's eat dumplings together today.

When Jiang Shuangling arrived at the school, she was already chopping the meat stuffing. Principal Jiang's wife greeted her: "Mr. Jiang, come here quickly and make dumplings together."

"Help wash the carrots and leeks."

Jiang Shuangling nodded, "How many dumplings did you make today?"

"Everyone eat with their stomachs open until they are full."

"The chickens and ducks in the school are replaced by flour and glutinous rice flour. Today we will cook dumplings and glutinous rice **** again."

"Eat him for a day."

"By the way, there are also steamed buns, Mr. Xiao Zeng, come and knead the bottom."

There are boiled dumplings and steamed dumplings. After serving a bowl of dumplings, a steamed bun is also served.

There are various kinds of sauces and other pickles, diced sour radish and the like on the corner of the wall.

On the other side, there is a large pot of brown sugar **** water, boiling glutinous rice dumplings.

The teacher always waits until the children have finished eating.

Jiang Shuangling felt numb when she wrapped the dumplings. As soon as she closed her eyes, there seemed to be hundreds of dumplings in front of her. When everyone was full, she slowly carried a bowl of dumplings. eat.

The little boys of this era can really eat, maybe it is rare to eat a little meat star, the children ate bowl after bowl, the teachers are also paying attention They eat too much.

"Enough is enough, I will eat later, let's play, today's dumplings are enough for you to eat slowly."

Pork stuffing is mixed with leeks, carrots, etc. One pound of pork stuffing can make a lot of dumplings. They killed two pigs in school and hundreds of pounds of meat, even if the students open their stomachs to eat, Can't eat much pork either.

It's the last day of the semester, so there is no need to go to class. The little cubs play games on the playground after they are full. Jiang Shuangling is watching from the side and finds that there is actually a popular game among these children called "Catch the monkey" game.

I heard that it was developed because of the experience of a certain comrade Qi Dali.

Rock-paper-scissors, some of them are people, some are monkeys, and the people who are people work together to catch the monkeys.

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

What's the difference between this and a normal catch game? Just changed the game of catching people to catching monkeys.

Yes, humans and monkeys are quite similar.

"Caught the monkey!"

"I'm Qi Dali in this round! Gourmet exclaimed excitedly.

Qi Yue: "????"

Jiang Che: "I'll be a monkey in the next round?"

"Qiyi, you are also a monkey."

Wang Yunsheng: "I am Dali! ∫!

…

Jiang Shuangling, who was sitting on the stone steps, covered her forehead and sighed. It seemed that she did not understand the joy of the little boy catching the monkey.

Don't watch the monkey catching game here, there are girls jumping rope and eagles catching chickens, after these children are tired, they eat and drink together, and get together to sing and play games .

"It's like our garden tour in elementary school." Jiang Shuangling put the bowl aside and watched the children play. Later, she got bored and drew a picture, inviting the children to play "Blind man to nose" game.

If anyone posted it correctly, she would draw a sketch cartoon of the little boys in public. For her, such a small portrait was finished in a few strokes, but the children I like it very much, one by one lined up to stick to the nose.

"Mr. Xiao Jiang, Mr. Jiang, I posted it right, you want to draw me a good-looking one!"

"Don't worry, it will look good."

"Chen Yue, you have been in line for many times! ∧ Yi Huang Yi Hui is here again, you obviously have three paintings."

"No, I want to collect five!"

…

Principal Jiang's wife pushed the principal's arm, "Look how popular this little teacher Jiang is with children."

"She is a little better at drawing than us."

"Are you done with the dumplings?"

"Leave a dozen pounds of meat and make some dumplings."

…

"It's alright, the teacher is tired, let's stop painting, little guys, happy holiday."

Jiang Shuangling let the gathered children disperse, took a sip of water by herself, and relieved the boredom after a cup of warm water. Although the cold wind was biting in winter, she was surrounded by a group of children. It was all a warm little stove, and she was blushed by the atmosphere.

After eating dumplings and steamed buns all day, and steamed buns at noon, accompanied by various side dishes, teachers and students ate happily together.

In addition to the pork used for minced meat, other teachers can also get a lot of pork, after all, everyone raised them together.

Jiang Shuangling scored 20 catties of pork, some other teachers 30 catties, of course, fat ones are more popular than thin ones, one catty of fat tops two catties of lean pork, other teachers like to choose fat As for the meat, Jiang Shuangling didn't choose much. He wanted a lot of lean meat, so he replaced about twenty catties of lean pork.

She also asked for cheese bone and pig water, which she used to make cheese bone soup and sausage.

Fertilized and raised.

Jiang Shuangling also got four grapefruits, a few catties of white radishes, potatoes and oranges, as well as freshly dug out peanuts. These miscellaneous things added together are quite heavy, and it is difficult to take them back.

A person will never get it back.

Many teachers said that they would wait for their family members to help and take it back together.

"My lover said to come over later."

"So does the man in my family."

"There are still some dumplings left. I'll cook some dumplings later."

…

"Me?" Teacher Zeng pointed at himself, "It's okay, I'll ask my uncle to help me get it back."

"How about you, Miss Jiang?"

"Me? I'll take it back with the two children." Jiang Shuangling looked at the pile of things, thinking that she and the cubs should be able to reluctantly take it back.

It seems that I have to borrow a basket and pole.

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

"Where is your lover? Why didn't you come to pick you up?"

Mr. Zhang said, "I told my husband to come over in the evening yesterday."

"How about you, Mr. He?"

"I have the right thing here, let my family help take it back."

"Mr. Jiang, if you are in trouble, I will ask my lover to help you send some back." Teacher Zhang pretended.

Mr. Zhang was proud and winked, what about the husband of the other party, how about buying clothes and shoes? It's not that I'm not caring enough, and I don't have much time to accompany.

Occasionally, the husbands of other teachers will come to the school to help deliver something or bring their wives home with umbrellas.

But I have never seen Jiang Shuangling's lover, except the last time I saw her from a distance.

"It's okay, don't worry about it, I'll come twice."

"That's so tiring for you, Mr. Jiang, among our colleagues, help each other."

"It's raining outside, be careful with women and children."

"It's very troublesome to hold an umbrella and take things. Your children are young, and men don't care about you.

Jiang Shuangling hugged her chest: "Are there still few rainy days? Don't everyone go home like this?"

"I'm afraid you will fall twice in less than a month."

Mr. Zhang: "You—"

Jiang Shuangling turned around to pack her things. She just set the grapefruit on the table, and there was a shout: "Mr. Zhang, your family is here."

"There seems to be a man with an umbrella standing next to him. He doesn't recognize his body shape."

Mr. Zeng glanced at the person, especially noticed the tall and slender figure of the other party, and immediately remembered, "Mr. Jiang, look, is your lover here."

Jiang Shuangling: "???"

Impossible, she thought.

Is Qi Heng home now?

Walking out suspiciously, she found that the person holding an umbrella on the mountain road over there was really Qi Heng, although it was cloudy and drizzling, he held an umbrella in the rain, Picturesque eyebrows.

Comrade Qi Yuexiao was more active than her, and before people came over, he took the initiative to shout: "Dad!

"Brother-in-law!

"Mr. Jiang, is this really your lover?" A middle-aged female teacher looked at the family of four in front of her, her eyes really lit up, "I really envy your family, everyone It looks good."

"He's so handsome."

"Go over there and rest, leave the umbrella open here to dry."

"That, Mr. Zhang's house, you hang your umbrella here too. There are some dumplings and dumplings left here, do you want to eat them?"

Mr. Zhang's man is also polite: "I eat a bowl of dumplings."

Mr. Zhang looked at her husband who was standing beside him helping to pack things, and threw a few peanuts on the desk in frustration.

"What's wrong with you? So careless."

Mr. Zhang glared at her husband several times, "Why do you want to come at this time?"

She hated her husband's incompetence, how could she have taken a fancy to such a man in the first place.

"You didn't have to call me? Are you asking me again now?! You didn't tell me to come get things."

"The dumplings were so sweet."

"I'm eating a few bowls of dumplings later, don't you dumplings have meat filling? Then I can eat more, I think there seems to be some left over there, are you teachers? You can take more back."

"Have you eaten enough for today?"

Mr. Zhang slapped him, "Eat, eat, did you come here to eat and drink? Help me get something back."

"Just these things, you won't use a basket to pick them back?"

Jiang Shuangling went to bring Qi Heng a bowl of dumplings, "Qi Heng, why are you here?"

"Pick you up home."

Jiang Shuangling thought that it was time for people to come back, "You came just in time. Today the school sent a lot of things, you have to help me get them back."

After this person came, the poles and baskets were no longer needed, so the grapefruit was hung on him, and the pork was also carried by him, and the family of four went home slowly.

Qi Heng nodded, "Yes."

The family of four left first with things and umbrellas. Before leaving, there were still a bunch of little guys reluctantly: "Goodbye, Miss Jiang!"

"I can't bear to miss the beautiful teacher Jiang!"

The children stood downstairs to say goodbye one by one. Their faces were flushed red by the cold wind, and they stretched out their little hands and waved in the wind.

Because Jiang Shuangling teaches art classes for all the students in the school, therefore, although her classes are not many compared to other teachers, she teaches the most students.

She is known to all students in the school, and she is the art teacher for all.

"See you next term, kids."

Jiang Shuangling turned back to say goodbye to the children, Jiang Che hugged her thigh with a bear, "Sister, we'll see you every day."

"Yes, yes, you little clever ghost, of course see you every day."

"Ayue, wait a minute, go hold Dad's thigh for a while, and wait for Mom to get the things in her hands."

If this powerful cub rushes over again, Jiang Shuangling's hands will be unstable.

"Let's go back and continue making dumplings?"

Qi Yue and Jiang Che stiffened, they had eaten enough dumplings today, "Mom, can we eat anything else?"

Jiang Shuangling turned to look at Qi Heng, "?"

Qi Heng: "Add copper coins?"

Jiang Shuangling: "..." Is this the point?

Don't you add copper coins to eat? Eat without it?

After a year, the psychological shadow is still so heavy, and the teeth are not broken.

However, as soon as Qi Heng's words came out, he was stiff and didn't want to eat dumplings and the two children were excited again, "Mom (Sister)!

"A small copper coin!

They ate dumplings for a day today, and they didn't get the small copper coins. The happiness of eating the small copper coins is different from the happiness of eating dumplings.

I also want to be "Qi Jinjin" and "Jiang Jinjin" this year.

Jiang Shuangling was speechless when she saw the children's reaction, she turned to look at Qi Heng.

Qi Heng: "…"

"Comrade Qi, do you have anything to say? The children said they wanted to make dumplings."

Qi Heng: "I don't eat."

Jiang Shuangling sneered: "You have to eat if you don't eat, how can you not participate in family activities? Come, come, cubs, let's go home and continue making dumplings."

After the children have the winter vacation, they will start preparing for the New Year. Jiang Shuangling is also a lot more relaxed at this time. Sometimes she makes sweaters for her family. Won't come up with last year's tattered sweater.

He doesn't have any juniors either, so it's inevitable to be lonely in the mountain town for the New Year, so we just come together for the New Year, it happens that their yard is big, there are enough houses, and there are still a few empty rooms that are not needed. Come and stay for a while.

Jiang Shuangling was drying her clothes, thinking that the house is more comfortable.

The children were noisy in the yard, plus the child Wang Yunsheng next door, the three of them were chasing and fighting, and they could hide everywhere in hide-and-seek.

Not to mention that with the addition of Mr. He, there is one more artisan who learns to play the harmonica.

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

It's not the erhu.