MTL - It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]-Chapter 135 Siheyuan

The first big thing when I arrived in the capital was to use my family savings to buy a set of courtyard houses. Although this small courtyard has been quite decadent after the erosion of time, Jiang Shuangling is still very satisfied with its geographical location location and size.

There are more than a dozen houses, the yard is very large, antique, and the yard is very reasonably arranged... Of course, these are not the point, the point is that Jiang Shuangling still opened a small vegetable field and a garden in the yard. Green vines grow on the fence.

High-rise buildings are more fashionable and fashionable.

"But I can't live without my vegetable patch and garden."

Over the years, no matter where she moved, Jiang Shuangling wanted to grow something at home, which had become a habit. Still want to plant something.

Opened up vegetable fields and gardens, planted ordinary fruits and flowers, but not the chickens, ducks, geese and rabbits that had been raised, but a small milk cat.

It was given by the neighbors when I first moved in. It is an ordinary pastoral cat with round eyes, very cute, and a soft and pleasant sound.

Little classmate Qi Xi is responsible for the daily feeding of cats, and also named the little milk cat "Dongdong".

"Mom, Dongdong is here."

"Brother has Feifei, I have Dongdong."

The combination of Dongdong and her Xixi is the so-called "things" combination.

Qi Xi said "Fei Fei", it was a giant panda that Qi Hui picked up on the mountain, and later had his own official establishment in Shancheng Zoo, and already had his own children.

Before their family left the mountain city, they went to the zoo to see Feifei.

"Meow."

The new Dongdong kitten was meowing, and her dexterous little body followed Qi Xi's legs in circles.

Neighbors gave their little milk cat for their house to catch mice. Compared with buildings, houses with only one floor are more prone to mice and ants.

However, they came from the mountain city and found that the mice in the north were small and easy to bully, and they were not rampant at all.

However, although the mice here are small, the onions are very tall.

When I first came here, my family was not used to eating. Every household here generally likes to eat steamed buns. Yes, very easy.

Little comrade Qi Xi clamored to follow the local customs and suggested that her mother also eat steamed buns at home every day. Jiang Shuangling indulged her and asked her to go out to buy steamed buns every day.

"Mom, let's eat rice at home."

In this world, only rice can live up to it.

Qi Xi covered her face, melancholy: "Steamed buns are so hard to chew."

Jiang Shuangling looked at her with a smile and joked: "You were born in a good time and didn't eat the steamed buns that your father made."

It is as hard as a brick and can be used as a weapon to smash people.

"You really don't eat steamed bread?"

"Don't eat, don't eat, Mom, let's eat rice."

"I want to eat my mother's food. The school food is not spicy, I am not used to it." When I first came to the capital, there are many things I am not used to.

"Next time you go back to Shancheng, remember to buy chili."

"And doubanjiang!"

"Help Mom grow vegetables."

"Mom, when will grandma be back?"

"Grandma won't be back today."

Zhao Yinghua came to the capital with him and joined an art and cultural group for the elderly, where they practiced calligraphy or played chess. They are not interested in square dancing at the moment, but they often organize to play table tennis. .

Zhao Yinghua participated in the table tennis team, and there is a table tennis competition for the elderly today.

Jiang Shuangling gave the vegetable field to her daughter, went to the small kitchen at home, found that the porridge was already cooked, scooped out a bowl of porridge, and carried it to the room.

Qi Heng is sitting on the bed reading a book.

The dark wounds are all stomach problems that came out of eating cold and cold in the past.

Jiang Shuangling snatched the book from his hand, put a pillow against him, sat on the edge of the bed by herself, held a porridge bowl, and fed him spoonfuls by spoonfuls.

"Can I eat it by myself?" Qi Heng took a few bites, his brows slightly wrinkled, it wasn't because his legs and feet were inconvenient, and he didn't need anyone to feed him.

"No." Jiang Shuangling lowered her head and blew on the spoon, feeding it to the man's mouth.

If you let the other party eat by themselves, it will not be boring.

"When will this be fed?"

"If you want to nourish your stomach, you have to chew slowly and eat carefully."

Qi Heng frowned and ate the porridge in one bite. To him, this speed was as if someone was feeding him with an ear-picking spoon, which was completely useless.

His hand touched the book he read before, but when he reached halfway, Jiang Shuangling's hand beat him back.

"When eating, be careful and don't get distracted."

Qi Heng closed his eyes and said helplessly: "Okay, listen to the leader."

"Can the leader feed him a little faster?"

Jiang Shuangling couldn't help laughing at his helpless appearance, and said narrowly: "I also want to feed you quickly, but who made you so delicate."

Qi Heng's eyes widened, "...I'm weak?"

"During this period of recuperation, Comrade Jiang successfully met a delicate husband." For more than ten years of marriage, Qi Heng rarely got sick. Jiang Shuangling saw another side of him.

Whoever lies in the hospital bed is very delicate.

"I'm better."

"The doctor said that I still need to cultivate." Jiang Shuangling is an incompetent food feeder. Going to get another bowl of porridge.

Qi Heng on the bed stopped her and reminded: "Can't you... just bring the pot over?"

One or two bowls of porridge is obviously not enough.

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

"You reminded me, I should buy a sea bowl and come back."

"You buy a noodle bowl."

"...OK." I have to mention, the noodle bowl here is really big.

The owner of the noodle shop here is very sincere. Jiang Shuangling can't finish a big bowl of noodles. noodle.

Of course, if there is more Qi Heng at home, the two bowls of noodles will not be the best.

After feeding the porridge, Jiang Shuangling noticed Qi Heng's hair. Since she was sick, the other party's hair has grown a lot. It was rare to see Qi Heng with such long hair, so he couldn't help rubbing his head a few times.

"Qi Heng, your hair is quite soft, just like Dongdong's." After a few malicious snorts, he left the other party with a messy bird's nest head.

Even if he wears a bird's nest head, this man is handsome enough, and time treats him particularly well.

Second brother Qi has been waiting for Qi Heng to get fat, but his belly is getting bigger and bigger, but Qi Heng has lost weight.

I came to visit the capital some time ago. I was so envious and jealous that I even wanted to sneak a small pair of scissors to my younger brother Jiang Shuangling, so that she could shave her brother's head.

"This fellow's hair, what did you give him, brother and sister?" Qi Yan was very envious of the other's bald head.

Although I have some envy in my heart, Qi Yan still has a lot of mentality to watch a good show. He shaved his head at the age of twenty, and he was very sad. As he grows older every day, he discovers that he has an advantage.

Other men face the trouble of increasing baldness, and he has none of it.

When looking at other people worrying about baldness, the second brother Qi, who has come over, has a higher sense of superiority.

But... brother, why haven't you started going bald?

"Don't mess around." Qi Heng grabbed her hand and restrained her from brushing her hair.

"I didn't mess with it. When I brushed Dongdong, it was very comfortable. Qi Heng, do you want to try it again?"

"Don't."

Rejection is so straightforward.

"I just saw a white hair, I'll pull it out for you." Jiang Shuangling leaned over and found a gray hair in the messy bird's nest head that was rubbed. Not too obvious, tucked away in little corners.

It took her a long time to find it.

"Look, there's really a white hair."

Jiang Shuangling spread the white hair in the palm of her hand and showed it to the man in front of her, "Your first white hair must be kept as Ji-"

Before she could finish her words, Qi Heng blew a sigh of relief, and the hair in the palm of his hand immediately did not know where to fly.

Jiang Shuangling: "???????"

"Why are you doing this??!"

Jiang Shuangling rummaged on the bed anxiously, but where could she find the figure with the short hair.

The little white hair that I finally found on the other's head just disappeared.

"The white hair that I finally found, just disappeared, the first one, the first one."

Qi Heng smiled when he saw this, his heart was not the first.

"Let me find it for you, do you have any gray hair."

"No, no, no..." Jiang Shuangling quickly protected my hair, "I would have known if there was."

Although she refused to turn her hair white, when she was young, Jiang Shuangling liked the look of a witch with white hair. She felt very handsome and fashionable, with snow-white silver silk draped over her shoulders ,also very beautiful.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help muttering: "When my hair really turns white, I'll just dye my hair a fashionable granny gray."

Qi Heng: "????"

Grandma...grey?

"Do you want to be a grandma?"