MTL - Stepmother-Chapter 36 sleeping chair

Lin Zhong was overjoyed and quickly said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhong."

"Don't thank me." Zhong Jianguo was very modest, "I don't know how to make clothes. If you want to thank me, thank Teacher Song."

Lin Zhongying said goodbye and turned back to his house.

Zhong Jianguo: "Dad, go tell your mother, she doesn't know yet."

"Okay." The big baby went out for a walk and received a lot of envious eyes. If he hadn't had to take care of his younger brother Sanwa, he would have taken the second baby for a tour around the island.

It's a bit hot today, so Song Zhaodi wore long pants and a long-sleeved shirt in order to stimulate Zhong Jianguo. As soon as Zhong Jianguo went out, Song Zhaodi turned and went upstairs to change into knee-length pants and a short-sleeved shirt, instantly becoming an ordinary housewife.

Hearing Dawa calling her, Song Zhaodi ran downstairs while holding her hair: "What's the matter?"

"Mother, you must make Ma Zhenxing's clothes as good-looking as mine." Zhong Dawa said.

Song Zhaodi did not understand: "I make clothes for Ma Zhenxing?"

"Yes." Zhong Dawa agreed simply, "Ma Zhenxing will come after a while."

Erwa saw Song Zhaodi talking to his brother, ignored him, and ran to Song Zhaodi: "Mother, and brother Lin Zhong."

Song Zhaodi understood: "Zhong Dawa, you can, go out and pick up a few jobs for me." Pause, "Have you asked my opinion?"

Zhong Dawa blinked her eyes, a little guilty: "Dad said."

"Dad?" Song Zhaodi frowned slightly, "What did your father say?"

Zhong Dawa: "Dad said that my mother's handiwork is good, and asked Lin Zhong to go home to get the cloth. If you don't believe it, ask Erwa."

"Yes." Zhong Erwa nodded again and again, "Mother, I'm thirsty."

Song Zhaodi gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, this **** Zhong Jianguo: "Wait, I'll pour the water." However, before the water was poured out, Song Zhaodi heard the voice of Mrs. Chen .

Director Lin has three daughters and a son, the youngest in the forest. Song Zhaodi is not very familiar with Lin Zhong's mother, Sister Chen, because she gave birth to three daughters and continues to give birth, and because she went to buy clothes for Lin Zhong last time, Song Zhaodi can see that she prefers sons to daughters.

Sister Chen came over in person for her son. Song Zhaodi knew she could not refuse, so she offended Sister Chen by refusing. So, when she went out with two bowls of boiled water, Song Zhaodi greeted with a smile: "Sister-in-law is here, please take a seat."

Sister Chen smiled, embarrassed: "Lin Zhong sees your eldest child's clothes are good-looking, and I want one too, Xiao Song, I'm causing you trouble."

"No trouble." Song Zhaodi cursed Zhong Jianguo again in her heart, smiling sweetly, "However, sister-in-law, the children of the Ma family also want me to make clothes for him, and I usually have to take care of three Baby, it won't be done well in a while, it's estimated that it will take a week or two."

Sister-in-law Chen thought she was unwilling, and when she heard the last smile, she said, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Mom..." Lin Zhong tugged at Sister Chen's clothes and pouted in the direction of Sanwa.

Sister Chen can't help laughing and crying: "Xiao Song, if you don't worry, I will help you take care of the three babies."

"If Lin Zhong is waiting to wear, I can only trouble my sister-in-law." Song Zhaodi would not be polite to Chen's sister-in-law, "The eldest and the second do their homework, and I will ask them to come to your house?"

Sister Chen smiled: "Don't be so troublesome, I'll come over after dinner in the afternoon."

Song Zhaodi cursed Zhong Jianguo again: "The sister-in-law will come at 2:30 or 3:00 in the afternoon."

"Okay." Sister Chen smiled, "Put the cloth with you first."

Song Zhaodi: "Just put it on the chair, they don't touch them." When Mrs. Chen went out, Song Zhaodi couldn't help but fictitiously called the baby, "Who will ask me to do it for him in the future? Clothes, you have to say that I am very busy and have no time. Otherwise, I will not cook at noon or at night. "

"Okay." Zhong Dawa shuddered, peeked at Song Zhaodi, and asked cautiously, "Will you do it for Ma Zhenxing?"

Song Zhaodi: "It's only this time, it's not an example next time."

About ten minutes later, Zhou Shufen brought her two children over, took a piece of cloth, and asked Song Zhaodi to make clothes for her two sons.

Song Zhaodi opened the cloth and measured it with her hands, and told Zhou Shufen that it was only enough for one set.

The two children of the Ma family grabbed Zhou Shufen's arm and looked at Zhou Shufen pitifully.

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi couldn't bear it anymore, so she suggested to make two tops, with black or gray trousers at home.

This piece of cloth was left by Zhou Shufen to make clothes for the two children. She originally wanted to make two pants for herself. After listening to Song Zhaodi's words, she looked at the two children again, and after thinking for a moment, she said yes Two vests.

Song Zhaodi folded the cloth and placed it on top of Sister Chen's cloth, and told Zhou Shufen that she had to make a set for Lin Zhong, and Ma Zhenxing's clothes would have to wait a few days.

Zhou Shufen saw the cloth on the bench when she entered the door. Without doubting what Song Zhaodi said, she said that the weather is not very hot now, and her two sons are not in a hurry to wear them.

Song Zhaodi closed the door when she sent people out, and took out the sewing box when she came back.

Zhong Dawa is curious: "Does mother want to make clothes for Ma Zhenxing?"

"What kind of clothes are you doing? I don't even measure the size." Song Zhaodi said, "I'll make shoes for you, and put the soles on them." As he spoke, he sorted out the rags in the box, "Zhong Dawa, I tell You, go outside and help me in the future, your shoes have ten toes exposed, and I will not make new shoes for you."

Zhong Dawa wanted to throw the blame on his father, Song Zhaodi glared, and the child was honest: "Mother, I'll take my brother to play."

"It's hot outside, don't go out, it's just under the porch." Song Zhaodi said, "Take off the cloth on the window and spread it on the ground, the three of you sit on the ground and play."

Zhong Dawa nodded her head, walked to the door, and couldn't help but look back. "Mother, if someone comes again, I'll say you're not at home."

At half past two in the afternoon, Sister Chen brought Lin Zhong over.

Song Zhaodi used a rope to make a ruler, measured the size for Lin Zhong, and pulled out the large square table to start cutting the fabric.

The eldest baby and the second baby are lying on the small square table to write the homework assigned by Song Zhaodi, and Sister-in-law Chen helps take care of the third baby. Song Zhaodi doesn't need to take care of the children. With her craftsmanship, she can cut a short-sleeved top and cropped trousers in a while.

Song Zhaodi froze for more than an hour. Sister-in-law Chen panicked for her and couldn't help but say, "Xiao Song is really careful in making clothes."

"I haven't done it much, I'm afraid I'll break the cloth." Song Zhaodi said, "Before at home, my mother or my sister cut clothes, and I sewed clothes. I cut the clothes myself with scissors. I feel my hands trembling, and I feel inexplicably flustered."

Sister Chen said quickly: "Then I won't talk to you, Xiao Song, please slow down, don't be in a hurry."

There is a kind of person who treats people warmly and thoughtfully, and does everything without leakage, but makes people not like it. Song Zhaodi felt that Sister Chen was such a person, and she didn't like it. If you want to ask her why, Song Zhaodi can't tell. Anyway, she would rather get along with Zhou Shufen than deal with Sister Chen.

During the noon meal, Song Zhaodi once explained to Dawa that the bell upstairs rang five times, and she was about to scream hungry.

After four o'clock, Song Zhaodi cut the clothes. Sister-in-law Chen took out a ball of thread from her pocket and asked Song Zhaodi, "Are these enough?"

"I don't know." Song Zhaodi's eyelids jumped, "I've never made clothes for such a big kid in the forest, so I don't know how much thread to use." Then she picked up the cut cloth, " Sister-in-law, I sew more densely, and I also use thread to lock the edges, so I guess I still need a bunch of thread."

Sister Chen was silent for a while: "Then I'll go back and get you another ball."

Song Zhaodi lowered her head, and knew that her face was not very good without looking at her expression, so she sewed the cuffs, collar and trousers first.

Half the seam of the trousers, the bell upstairs rang. Zhong Dawa, who was immersed in her homework, threw the pen away and cheered, "Mother, it's five o'clock, it's time to cook."

"You usually eat so early?" Sister Chen was surprised.

Song Zhaodi: "Today, they eat early in the afternoon. They wake up only after one o'clock in the afternoon. They usually sleep until two o'clock. When they wake up, they run to school. They can be late four times a week."

It is true that she is often late. Zhong Dawa was very embarrassed and covered her face with her hands: "Mother, let's cook, and then make clothes."

Song Zhaodi's hand trembled, this bear child!

Sister Chen saw this: "Xiao Song, let's cook first."

Song Zhaodi put down her clothes, raised her eyes and saw that Lin Zhong hadn't left, and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, I look at your Lin Zhong in a hurry, why don't you take it home and sew it for him, anyway, I will cut it all All right. Just do it as you normally do with clothes."

There is a clothing store on the island, which is also a state-owned unit, but everyone is used to being frugal, and the clothes that are not too troublesome are made by themselves. Sister-in-law Chen can also make clothes. When Song Zhaodi was cutting clothes, she stared at it and found that Song Zhaodi was cutting tops and pants, and she felt that it was nothing special.

Listening to Song Zhaodi's words, Sister Chen looked up at her son and said, "Then I'll sew him."

"Okay." Song Zhaodi gave her the clothes and the rest of the rags.

Sister Chen took it and said with a smile, "Excuse me, Xiao Song."

"No trouble." Song Zhaodi smiled and sent her mother out.

Zhong Dawa clasped at the door, hooked her head to look outside, saw Song Zhaodi closing the door and came back, the child hurried back to the house.

The cucumbers and loofahs that Song Zhaodi planted hadn't grown up yet. The onions and garlic were very short and had nothing to cover. Song Zhaodi turned around and saw Zhong Dawa, and when she went to the house, she saw the child holding his workbook Teach Sanwa to count, take a look at him, and pack up simple and chalk.

"Mother, are you unhappy?" Zhong Dawa tentatively asked.

Song Zhaodi: "I could have rested for a long time. Not only did I help others make clothes this afternoon, but I was also stared at by the mother in the forest. I couldn't be lazy if I wanted to. Are you happy?"

Zhong Dawa think about it, if Song Zhaodi stared at him while he was doing his homework, he would also feel annoyed: "Well, then I won't do it for him."

"Of course!" Song Zhaodi said, "If someone asks me to make clothes in the future, you will cry and make trouble and ask me to play with you."

Zhong Dawa's eyes lit up: "Okay. Mother, are you cooking now?"

"Do it." Sister-in-law Chen is a very careful person. She can stare at the chimney of Zhong's house. When she sees the smoke from the chimney, Song Zhaodi thinks about it and asks, "What do you want to eat?"

Zhong Dawa licked the corner of her mouth: "I want to eat pancakes."

"You really know how to eat!" Song Zhaodi nodded at him, "Look at my brother, I'm going to make noodles.

With the good noodles, Song Zhaodi went to pinch a handful of green onion leaves, put it on the stove to cook some rice porridge, and made six pancakes like pancakes on the ground. That is, the later home version of scallion pancakes.

Zhong Jianguo smelled a strong fragrance as soon as he entered the hospital, so he could not help speeding up his pace, and when he saw Erwa and Sanwa in the living room, he asked in a low voice, "Your mother and your brother are cooking? What are you going to eat? of?"

"The oil cake." Erwa ran to take a look just now, "It's ready, eat later, Dad, go and wash your hands."

Zhong Jianguo came back from washing up, saw three bowls and three pairs of chopsticks on the table, his face changed slightly, he pulled the bench and sat down, "Daddy, go get me a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

"Do your own business." Song Zhaodi said without waiting for the baby to get up.

Zhong Dawa's mouth was full of cakes, she couldn't care to speak, she nodded again and again, mother was right.

Zhong Jianguo coughed uncomfortably: "Is there looking for you in the forest?"

"What do you think?" Song Zhaodi asked, "In the future, help me with one thing and sleep in a chair for a month."

Zhong Jianguo got up and went to the kitchen to get the tableware.

Er ​​Wa smiled: "Mother, Dad is so afraid of you."

"Your father is not afraid of me, he is in the wrong." Song Zhaodi said, "Dad, go to Ma Zhenxing tomorrow morning and tell Ma Zhenxing's mother, I will measure the size of their brothers. Tomorrow I have to prepare for class in the afternoon, so I don't have time."

On Sunday, Zhong Dawa went to Ma's house and told Zhou Shufen what Song Zhaodi had explained.

Zhou Shufen thought that Song Zhaodi not only had to take care of the children, but also had to teach the students, she felt embarrassed, so she found a small pot to pour a lot of rice cakes for the big baby.

Children are greedy, Zhou Shufen was afraid that a few children would finish eating halfway, so she told him to eat at home.

Zhong Dawa is very obedient outside, and she has endured the taste of Majia's Jiangmi Cake until home.

Song Zhaodi saw what he brought, gave the Ma brothers two sizes, and let the four children eat Jiangmi cakes.

For half an hour, Song Zhaodi not only cut out two vests, but also used the remaining cloth to make a pair of shorts for Ma's family.

April 7th, Sunday afternoon, Zhou Shufen brought her two children over and was surprised when she saw two vests and a pair of shorts, and looked at Song Zhaodi in disbelief: "Song Teacher, your hands are so skillful."

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "My craft is not good. I sewed these clothes for a week. If I really want to be a tailor, I have to drink the northwest wind. By the way, because your cloth is not enough, I have to wear it at the neckline. The opening was a bit large, and I made a few buckles with the rag head to block it, and I also used up the rag head."

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhou Shufen said, "I know how old the cloth is, you said earlier that you could make two vests, but I thought you were talking big, and I was worried that you would make one on the way here. The law explained to the second one."

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "Your Ma Zhenxing is about the same height as a big baby. I'm not sure about other clothes. I have a good idea of ​​how much cloth can be used for the clothes of a child like him."

"Then I won't disturb you." Zhou Shufen saw that there were half-made soles in the wire frame on the chair, "Zhenxing, Xiao Er, are you here to play or go home? "

Ma Zhenxing wanted to play with the big baby, but when he saw the clothes on his mother's hand, he waved at the big baby: "Zhong Dawa, I will come to play with you tomorrow."

"I have to go to school tomorrow." Zhong Dawa reminded.

Ma Zhenxing also thinks that tomorrow is Monday: "I'm coming to see you for school."

"Okay, Ma Zhenxing." Zhong Dawa said, "I'll be waiting for you at home, you have to come earlier. Otherwise, I won't wait for you."

Ma Zhenxing walked to the door and stopped: "You must wait for me, I will come earlier."

"If you don't come earlier, I won't wait for you." Zhong Dawa continued.

Song Zhaodi helped her forehead: "Dad, go upstairs and take down my English book."

"Oh, good." Zhong Dawa turned and ran upstairs. Seeing this, Ma Zhenxing followed his mother out.

.

Song Zhaodi couldn't help sighing, "Fortunately there are only three children at home, if there are three more children, this day will not be over."

"It's okay to have three more girls." Zhong Jianguo's voice came from outside.

Song Zhaodi was shocked: "Why did you come back so early?"

"The situation has been getting more and more tense recently. Today the commander held a meeting. I had a headache after a day's meeting. I came back after the meeting." Zhong Jianguo said, "I met Lao Ma's daughter-in-law. Now, the clothes are ready, can I go back to bed tonight?"

Zhong Jianguo has been sleeping in the chair since last Saturday, during which he secretly ran back to the bed, only to be kicked off by Song Zhaodi who woke up in the middle of the night, Zhong Jianguo did not dare to make small moves, and slept honestly Chair.

Song Zhaodi snorted: "What if I say no?"