Transmigrated in the ’90s as a Little Dumpling

Chapter 27: Copper pot shabu-shabu, shrimp gone? ……

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Song Qiaoxi stood very close to Chu Jin's chest and took a closer look.

The boy's navy blue short-sleeved T-shirt was clean, except for a pocket of the same color on the right chest, which was clean and empty.

Where is the red lanyard that had been hanging on his chest before, the key to the boiler room, why didn't he hang it on his chest

Not to be careless...

"Where's your key, won't you lose it?"

Song Qiaoxi stood on tiptoe and asked anxiously.

A hand stretched out to the T-shirt pocket on Chu Jin's chest, and his little head probed in. Before the little meat hand touched the T-shirt, Chu Jin raised his hand to support his forehead.

"It's not lost." Chu Jin said expressionlessly.

"Then why don't you hang it around your neck?"

Forced to take a step back, Nuo Tuanzi put his forehead against his palm, and the soul of "100,000 whys" in the depths of his heart came online again.

The key hangs around his neck, which proves that he is already a big child and has the right to independently manage the house key. Who will take it down

Of course, you should hang it around your neck at any time to tell the world, how majestic!

"No reason... ... "

Chu Jin let go of the palms that gently pressed against her forehead, lowered his arms, didn't seem to want to answer this question, turned around and continued walking towards the boiler room.

The glutinous dumplings have always been good-natured, and they are not annoyed.

She touched the candy in her pocket with one hand, and her sandal feet stomped on the concrete floor with a rattling sound, and followed closely behind his ass.

Xiaozui muttered: "What do you mean, why the hell, oh, where did you put the key? But be careful to put it away, is the place you put it safe or not

Be careful about losing it, losing the key can be troublesome, that's a big deal. Last time Ding Yi and Miaomiao's father lost the key to the house, so Ding Yi climbed through the anti-theft fence of his window... . "

Chu Jin didn't stop, walked unhurriedly, and didn't speak.

After running two steps, Nuo Tuanzi looked at his face, making sure that the other party should be listening.

She had long been used to the silent and unappealing audience around her. Song Qiaoxi returned to her original position, only to realize that the "hook" she just released had hooked Chu Jin. She didn't know, but instead hooked herself.

If she didn't tell the whole story now, it would kill her.

Nuo Tuanzi pretended to be high and continued: "In the end, what do you think?"

"..."

The boy pursed his lips, not looking sideways.

"That was last winter. It's almost New Year's Eve. Ding Yi didn't know why during that time. Maybe he ate too much pork head meat. In short, his head became bigger than before. What do you eat to make up for it?"

Nuo Tuanzi did not forget to sum up, came to a conclusion, and nodded his head, thinking it was very reasonable.

Chu Jin on the side heard her "what to eat to make up for what", couldn't hold back, and glanced at the dumpling.

The little girl described it in high spirits and dancing, and the invisible "brush" seemed to be in her hands again.

According to this logic, Song Qiaoxi eats six chicken wings at a time, and then three pairs of wings will not grow out of the back

Shaking her little head, Song Qiaoxi continued to immerse herself in her memories and described the scene vividly, "Then, Dad Ding dragged him to climb in from the window sill, and his head was stuck on the railing of the security window. I can't get in, I can't get out.

Then Ding Yi began to cry, crying and calling Ding's father a 'big monster', and if he wanted to murder him, he would have been disliked by his son for a long time, and only wanted his sister Ding Miao!

Wow, you don't dare to speak loudly when you watch sex, he screamed so loudly that day, the whole courtyard heard it..."

"Later, it was my dad and dad Wang who took the eldest's pliers and opened the anti-theft net before Ding Yi came out. So you see, tell us about this, be sure to put the key away, I think you should hang it up. On the neck, it's not easy to lose..."

Expounding the point of view is too high, Xiao Nuo Tuan patronized and talked, but did not notice that the person in front stopped, and slammed into Chu Jin's arms again.

Fortunately, after knocking it so many times, all the experience has come out

This time, the forehead touched the boy's hard chest first, the nose did not hit, and the soft T-shirt touched the forehead. The little girl had a hard head and didn't feel any pain.

"Well... ... "

She looked up dumbfounded and found that the two had already reached the door of the boiler room.

Smiling embarrassedly, Song Qiaoxi touched his forehead and stuck out his tongue, "Uh... I'm here, so fast, you, won't you open the door?"

Chu Jin shook his head, sighed helplessly, stretched out his slender white hand, and shook it in front of her with a "three".

Um

The glutinous dumpling blinked at him.

"Three times..."

The boy's pretty brows wrinkled slightly and said softly.

He put down his hand, took out the key tied with the red rope from his trouser pocket, and spread out his palm, it should be for Song Qiaoxi to see.

After leaning over, the glutinous dumplings looked carefully. This key is a bit different from my own key. It is larger, and the four-edged shape has serrations on it

However, why let her see the key

And that three times...

Well what does that mean

Raising his head suspiciously, Song Qiaoxi blinked blankly and pouted.

"You never pay attention when you walk. You can bump into three times on such a short road. I want to hang the key on my chest. Do you want it on your forehead?"

With a light tone, Chu Jin retracted his palm, turned around, took two steps up the steps, and opened the door with the key.

Before he was about to enter the door, he realized that there was no movement behind him, he turned his head and saw Nuo Tuanzi staring blankly there.

It looks like he's meditating, but also like he's too full to eat...

What is Xiao Nuo Tuan thinking about every day in that quirky head

Chu Jin couldn't figure it out either.

I just feel that Song Qiaoxi always surprises her, and her words are amazing, and she is completely useless when she encounters her.

"Cough, enough for a walk, why don't you go back for a lunch break?"

Taking off the heavy schoolbag on his shoulders and putting it on the shelf at the door, Chu Jin reminded the little girl who didn't know which fantasy fairyland she went to.

"Oh... ... "

Song Qiaoxi woodenly agreed.

But his brain seemed to be enlightened, and a flash of white light like lightning flashed, and he suddenly realized.

It turned out that Chu Jin was afraid of hitting his head

Why is he so good? He remembers even a little thing, and he is so friendly to his friends, which has nothing to do with the "big villain" described in the book with extreme personality and vicious methods.

"For you, it's the first time I've seen such a whistle lollipop." Song Qiaoxi almost forgot, she quickly took out the candy, put it in Chu Jin's hand, and waved to him, "I'm going home for a lunch break, I'll call at night. You eat."

She was in a good mood, and jumped along the holly flower bed towards the family building.

I don't even know how dazzling light flashed in his smiling eyes just now, making the boy stare at the lollipop in his palm in a daze.

On the way home, Song Qiaoxi thought about the changes in his parents, Chu Jin, and even his little friends over the past few months.

Every day, everyone, including myself, is getting better and better.

This made her even more determined to completely change the plot.

Xiao Nuo Tuan is full of expectations and longing for the future. This year is 1996 and the next year is 1997.

In 1997, there were two most important things written in an old memory book.

One is that Hong Kong is finally returning to the embrace of the motherland.

The other is that the newspaper office decided to expand the compound. In order to improve the housing conditions of the employees, a new dormitory building was to be built.

The bungalows are only reserved for the row of the neighborhood committee and the boiler room, and the workers' bungalows of Ding Yi and Ding Miao's family behind them are ready to be demolished.

At that time, the workers of the printing factory will move to the current newspaper staff family building, and the newspaper staff will choose the newly built building according to the professional title level and length of service.

She still remembers the plot that happened in the book. In the end, her parents didn't choose the house they liked. It was probably because the original owner stabbed a big basket at school and the teacher urgently invited the parents.

It happened that my mother had something to do at school that day, and I couldn't make it through. My father asked for leave and went to the school directly, which delayed the selection of rooms.

After dealing with the original owner's "mess", other colleagues have basically finished picking, leaving only those apartment types with bad location, bad orientation, and bad floors.

Song Qiaoxi knew that being able to change to a bigger house was something her mother had been looking forward to for a long time, not to mention, if the house was changed to a three-bedroom, there would be an extra bedroom...

Is Chu Jin willing to come and live at home

In any case, this time, Nuo Tuanzi was determined to protect their old Song family's new house!

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1997 arrived on schedule.

Qizhou's autumn neck is very short, so short that it is almost non-existent, and it seems to be winter overnight.

But the winter in Qizhou is very lovely. This northern provincial capital city is surrounded by mountains on all sides. There is a small gap in the north. Several hills wrap the ancient city like a cradle.

The eye-catching spring water in the old city does not freeze in winter, and it bubbling "gu dong dong" like a hot steam, which is gratifying to look at.

In winter here, it is often sunny, and the northwesterly wind that "cuts the face with a knife" rarely blows.

Some people say that Qizhou is a warm city with gentle people.

In such a warm city, there is a glutinous dumpling named Song Qiaoxi.

She grew up in a warm family, with a group of warm friends, and quietly grew up a little bit.

There is only a short one-day holiday on New Year's Day. In three weeks, the little Doudings of the fifth grade of the first grade of the primary school attached to the normal school will usher in their first final exam in their lives.

Different from the loose examinations in pre-school classes, in 1997 the primary school did not lighten its burden and did not implement quality education. Even in the first grade examination, the discipline in the examination room was very strict.

This final exam made the sixty or seventy children in the class feel a lot of pressure.

The final exam for the first grade, scheduled for Tuesday, January 28, 1997, took place all day.

Two days later, Friday, January 31, is the last day for the children in the compound to go to school before the winter vacation.

I have to go to the school to pick up the transcripts, the papers, the "Class Teacher's Comments" handbook for one semester, and the winter vacation homework book.

Song Qiaoxi had been accustomed to sitting in the last row of the classroom after one semester.

In my old memory, I was the squad leader, and because of my short stature, I always sat in the first two rows.

I went to the first grade of primary school again, but I also found the advantage of sitting in the last row, that is, "the sky is high and the emperor is far away", the teacher can't control it.

No, it can't be said that it can't be controlled at all, the looseness of the tube is true.

The first-year course is too simple for her, and it is estimated that it is also for Chu Jin, so the two little people often read "Xianshu" in the back seat.

Chu Jin read his English books, and sometimes used a math Olympiad textbook to solve problems. Song Qiaoxi couldn't get involved anyway, so he could only stare at him.

Xiao Nuo Tuan is currently reading "Anne of Green Gables" and "Pipiluru Ruxixi". Every day, Xiao Nuo Tuan is immersed in the world of whimsy, unable to extricate himself.

But there is one thing I have to say, she admires Chu Jin so much.

Even reading an English book, if the teacher asks them a question, he can give an accurate answer immediately. The character design is as cool as the clairvoyant and Shunfenger in "Journey to the West"!

In an ordinary class, the students in the last row have relatively average grades, except that in Class 5, Grade 96 of the Normal Primary School, the pair of juniors in the last row are famous.

Song Qiaoxi just got off the podium, holding the paper that the teacher has corrected, and shaking her head "tsk tsk".

Alas... The points deducted are all roll points

Well, that's really not wrong. If you want to blame it, you can blame yourself. It is indeed a bit ugly to write.

Not only is it ugly, but also because she thinks that the math questions are too simple, and the steps to end the questions are not clearly written, so she can't wait to fill in the answers directly, fortunately, the teacher's decision is loose, and there is not much deduction.

Hearing that Teacher Feng called Chu Jin's name, he got up, went to the podium to get the papers and came back.

Chu Jin sat back on the long bench, Nuo Tuanzi's little head "huh" and rubbed over, and saw the red and bright 100 points in the upper right corner of the paper and the neat and tidy surface of the paper, especially the characters, which were written like a hard pen calligraphy copybook. .

As expected of a cub who has practiced "Liu Gongquan"! The words are as true as they are, tall and straight and beautiful.

"Wow, you are full marks."

She whispered, giving Chu all a thumbs up, her eyes still fixed on the podium, for fear of being caught by the teacher and speaking in class.

The boy glanced at the scroll face, did not speak, put the scroll on the table indifferently, took out the English novel from the hole in the table and started reading.

Mr. Feng on the podium finished sending out the paper, clapped his palms, and asked the primary school chickens to concentrate, "Whose little eyes are you looking at the teacher?"

The glutinous dumplings were immediately seated, and the rolls in their hands were spread out on the table.

"The students have all got their grades, so let me summarize this semester and the final exams of our class. Most of the students have made great progress..."

Teacher Feng's voice was clear and crisp, summarizing the grades and performances of the first-year Xiaodouding for the whole semester.

This semester, the grades of the fifth class of the first grade were good, ranking second among the five classes of the grade department, and the grades were much better than those of the children's class in previous years.

Children with exceptional grades were commended.

For example, Ding Miao took the second place in the class. Because of his diligence and hard work, he often helped the surrounding students to improve together, especially Zhao Xin, who was at the same table, and received special praise from the teacher.

For example, Chu Jin and Song Qiaoxi were sitting in the last row of the classroom at the same table.

Chu Jin's talent really surprised Teacher Feng. Not only Teacher Feng, but also Teacher Li, a math teacher who has always been harsh, praised him greatly.

The little boy is so talented, what's wrong with being smart, and he doesn't need to talk too much about it. He can understand it at a bit. If he is trained well, it will definitely be a good material for becoming a talent in the future. There are already math Olympiad teachers in the senior group who have taken a fancy to him.

Therefore, the teachers were not surprised when Chu Jin took the first place in the class.

Song Qiaoxi was a surprise to the teachers.

Not only did she maintain the academic level of the pre-school class, but she even improved a bit, ranking third in the class.

Teacher Feng also praised her. She praised her progress in grades, good popularity in the class, helpfulness, cheerfulness, optimism, and liveliness. She was always like a shining little sun. All teachers and classmates love her. like her.

In the class, except for Jiang Qisheng and his little followers, who had sour expressions, their grades were all in the middle and upper reaches.

The other students in the class clapped their hands spontaneously, giving them three warm applause, and looking at them with sincere and enthusiastic faces.

Little Douding in the lower grades does not have much sense of competition. Most of the children are very simple. Whoever is great will applaud whoever is great. I sincerely congratulate them.

Nuo Tuan lowered his head a little shyly, with one hand curling his big wavy ponytail hanging down to his chest, he smiled embarrassedly.

This time, it can be regarded as giving them a long face for the "Little Gang of Five".

Got the top three in the class!

However, although Wang Junyang and Ding Yi also applauded "piapia" excitedly, the joy passed away, and the two little boys stared at the test paper in their hands and fell into contemplation together...

Um

It's over, it seems, it's holding back the "Little Gang of Five"...

The little brothers looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, as if to say, Xixi came to ask after a while, what can we do? At the end of the first class, as expected, Song Qiaoxi immediately ran to the sixth row where Wang Junyang and Ding Yi sat.

Lying on their desks, Nuo Tuanzi tilted his head, his two hands lifted his long double ponytails behind his shoulders, and asked excitedly, "How did you two do in the exam?"

Immediately, I got two bitter melon faces whose smiles were uglier than crying.

"Oops... I ate too much that day, I was so sleepy during the exam, I didn't have the energy to do the paper well... "

Wang Junyang pouted, folded the paper randomly, and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

Ding Yi pushed his glasses, put the paper back on the desk, and said with a wry smile, "I read the comics too late the night before, and I was very sleepy during the exam..."

Shaking her head stubbornly, Song Qiaoxi patted her forehead, "Yes, you two have a reason. If you don't know anything, you can ask Miaomiao, you can ask Chu Jin, and if you don't, you can still have me."

"Oh, just leave us alone, these things are very simple, we just don't want to play too well, and put so much pressure on the top few of you, wait, we will play our true level by the second grade, absolutely 1st and 2nd place! Now, now we let you..."

Perhaps the results have been settled, Wang Junyang began to release "rhetoric" at this time, anyway, there is no need to pay taxes for bragging.

Don't forget to pull Ding Yi, although Ding Yi has been shrinking to the corner, showing a "fear, afraid, social society" expression.

Alas... What are these two children doing

Song Qiaoxi sighed and looked at them helplessly.

This is good, I thought that the "Little Gang of Five" could make progress together, and no one wanted to lift the tail.

Hope... I hope they can cheer up next semester and try to be a good baby with all-round development of morality, intelligence, body, beauty and labor!

She had already thought about Wang Junyang and Ding Yi's New Year's wishes.

"Ring bell bell..."

The hurried class bell rang, and Nuo Tuanzi turned back to the last row and sat down.

After that, it was the principal's uncle who spoke, and the school conducted a unified holiday safety education.

When the teacher finished distributing the winter vacation homework, the end of get out of class sounded, and the long-awaited, happy and relaxing winter vacation officially began for all the children!

Uh... ...

Of course, whether it is pleasant or not, whether it is easy or not, also depends on the grades of this semester.

Song Qiaoxi's house lived in 102 on the first floor, Wang Junyang's house in 302 on the third floor, and Ding Yi and Ding Miao's bungalows not far away from the printing factory workers.

On the night of getting the report card, Song Qiaoxi was playing with the doll in the small room, when she heard the harsh braking sound of Mama Wang's Jetta, and slammed the door with a bang.

As soon as she heard the news, she guessed that Dad Wang had already called "report" in advance.

The sound of Wang's mother's high-heeled shoes "da da da" sounded, like the sound of "war drums" before the war began.

The sound of "war drums" stopped abruptly after reaching the third floor, and not long after, Wang Junyang's cries, which were suspected of killing a pig, came from 302.

Because Ding Yi and Ding Miao's family were far away, at first, Nuo Tuanzi didn't hear any movement.

But when Song Qiaoxi went to call Chu Jin for dinner, in the boiler room, she clearly heard the "Hedong Lion's Roar" that Ding's mother raised her voice to educate Ding Yi.

Anyway, that night, the courtyard was extraordinarily lively, uh, or is it okay to have no peace

The atmosphere of many homes can be described as "people turn their backs on horses", "chicken flying and dogs jumping", "crying father and mother"...

The so-called is ... ... a few happy and some sad, right

At this time, the Song family of three and Chu Jin were sitting around the dining table, happily eating mutton.

Today is the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the New Year's Eve. The tradition of the Song family is to eat mutton hot pot.

Dad Song got a serious copper pot from nowhere, burned smokeless charcoal outside the house, and shouted: "Xixi, Chu Jin, get out of the way!"

With chills rolling around him, he rushed into the living room with a copper-yellow cauldron with a smoking chimney.

"Oh, didn't you say that you bought smokeless charcoal? Why is there such a big smoke... "

Mom came out of the kitchen with the red mandarin duck warmer, fanned the air in front of her nose with one hand, and instructed Dad to crack the living room window.

In the thermos was the snow-white broth that she had simmered in advance.

The dining table is full of large and small enamel plates, a large piece of colorful.

There are three large plates of red mutton rolls, frosted and green Chinese cabbage, white and translucent Longkou vermicelli, green artemisia stalks, neatly sized frozen tofu, fresh prawns, hot pot balls of various flavors, and a few heads of candy. Garlic, four small bowls of sesame sauce, a small plate of chive flowers, green onion, parsley...

The smell of broth filled the room, and the hot copper pot began to chug, casting a layer of mist on the windows.

Let people not feel the slightest coldness in this cold winter night.

Song Qiaoxi almost jumped up on the sofa excitedly when she saw her mother throwing scallions, ginger slices, wolfberry, red dates and other ingredients into the copper pot.

Nuo Tuanzi was reading comic strips at the head of the sofa, and Chu Jin was sitting at the end of the sofa reading a book.

She dropped the book in her hand, rushed over from the sofa, threw herself on the boy's shoulders and put her arms around his neck, rocking him back and forth.

I couldn't hold back the joy in my heart, "Eat hot pot! Chu Jin, today we eat hot pot to celebrate the New Year's Eve!"

It's no wonder Song Qiaoxi is so happy, because the transcripts she got before the holiday can be considered a solid face for her parents.

Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin didn't have much expectations for their daughter's achievements.

Thinking that my daughter has not been scouring for more than half a year, the chance of "doing things" is greatly reduced, let the child take care of it first, the grades are decent, the requirements are not high, as long as she is happy.

No one would have thought that Song Qiaoxi directly took the third place in the class, and the head teacher's comments were full of hundreds of words, all of which were full of praise.

What "friendship with classmates", "caring for the group", "being willing to help others", "diligence and hard work", etc., which are usually completely irrelevant to their daughters, have been written on a page.

Qiao Qin also deliberately looked at Xixi's exam papers, which really made her, a math teacher, shake her head with a smile.

On the paper, the only point deducted is not that the question is wrong, but the various points that are deducted? !

Also, is the girl's character a bit arrogant

Alas, remove the mother filter, and honestly, that's really, uh, pretty ugly...

Well, it seems that it is necessary to consider, should she follow Chu Jin and practice Liu Gongquan together during the winter vacation

It's a pretty little girl's house, the writing is like a dog crawling, but it's ok...

And Chu Jin, as expected, lived up to expectations and took the first place in the class.

Also praised by the teacher, the writing is too beautiful.

The first grade parent meeting was held by Qiao Qin for the two children. Teacher Feng pulled Qiao Qin to praise for a while, Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin both praised, saying that these two little tablemates are excellent.

Mr. Feng said in amazement that he had never seen a seven-year-old child, whose writing was so vigorous and powerful, that Mama Song had a good future and had a bright future.

"It's dinner time, kids, go and wash your hands."

Mother greeted Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin, turned around and entered the kitchen again.

"okay!"

Xiao Nuo Tuan agreed loudly, let go of Chu Jin, who was shaken to the point of being savage, with a lifeless expression on her face, jumped off the sofa, stepped on her pink bunny cotton slippers and rushed into the bathroom.

As he turned on the faucet, he heard Chu Jin's steady footsteps.

Song Qiaoxi has learned to be obedient, and she doesn't dare to just wet her hands anymore, so she just washed them.

He sang "Seven Steps to Wash Your Hands" honestly, and washed every finger clean under the boy's silent gaze.

After wiping it off with a towel, she proudly raised her hands high and shook it in front of Chu Jin, as if he nodded and passed, just like the little piglet stamped through the border, "beep", passed the quarantine.

Chu Jin looked at Nuo Tuanzi's cute little appearance, and held back, trying his best not to laugh.

Her fair round face was covered with light pink, and she winked her eyes expressively, as if showing off to him, do you think I am great

Whether it's clean or not, please praise me, you praise me!

"Um... ... "

He nodded slightly, indicating that Song Qiaoxi could leave.

Seeing her toes pad up in a hurry, she thought that someone had starved the child for three days and didn't eat a single bite.

Who would have thought that in one afternoon, the glutinous dumplings ate four or five sugar oranges, ate half a sesame candy melon, ate half a pack of air-dried beef while grinding their teeth on the sofa, and drank a bottle of Jianlibao.. . …

"See if you're in a hurry, slow down." Chu Jin, who was slowly washing his hands, heard Uncle Song in the living room say Song Qiaoxi with a smile, and then shouted loudly, "Daughter-in-law, the sesame sauce biscuits should be reheated at the end, come on, let's eat first. What about Xiao Chu Jin?"

While making soap, he was about to say something back to Uncle Song when the sweet little milky voice of the glutinous dumplings rang out first, "Dad, Chu Jin is washing his hands, come here soon, let's warm him up a sesame sauce biscuits first? He eats meat. Eat less, I'm afraid he won't get enough."

"Sure, then Dad will heat one for him first, daughter-in-law! Come and eat, I'll go to warm the biscuits... "

"Oh, I've got my hands on it, so don't come here. Put the meat on the children first, the frozen tofu can be boiled in, cook for a while, and cook some shrimp for Xiao Chu, I don't think he likes meat very much, shrimp. Eat more fish."

Chu Jin has already rinsed off the foam on his hands and wiped his hands with a towel.

He raised his eyes and looked at the figure in the mirror.

He felt that he was stronger than before, his hair was longer, and the person in the mirror gave him a strange feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

In the past six months, he has grown taller. Uncle Song records the height of him and Song Qiaoxi on the door frame of the balcony every month. The height gap between the two is getting bigger and bigger.

It seems that he has completely integrated into the Song family and has become a member of the Song family.

There was a lively conversation between the three Song family members, Chu Jin rested his hands on the cold frame of the sink, looked at himself with red eyes in the mirror, and said softly to himself, "Mom and Dad, I'm fine, no need. Missing..."

Turn around to leave the small closed space and return to the lively and warm living room.

This meal, two adults and two cubs, ate as much as they wanted.

Shabu-shabu with sesame sauce, some chives, a bite of meat and a bite of candied garlic, not to mention more exciting!

Chu Jin doesn't eat much meat. The old Song family of three, father and daughter are carnivores. They eat mutton hard, and they eat very happily. Song's mother doesn't like greasy, and likes to eat vegetarian dishes, tofu, vermicelli, and eat less. A little ball.

The large plate of shrimp on the dining table that is about the size of a child's palm can be said to be specially prepared for him.

Peeling shrimp is a bit troublesome, and because the boy is slow to eat, he is a lot behind the glutinous dumplings at the dinner table.

Song Qiaoxi had already reached the stage of eating cabbage and stalks of wormwood, biting the cabbage leaves in the bowl while breathing, "sucking and sucking" like a little rabbit eating grass, inhaling the sweet cabbage leaves.

After eating the cabbage, she picked up another stalk of wormwood and tilted her head to see Chu Jin slowly peeling the shrimp.

The boy's pale and slender hands turned up and down with smooth movements, and soon a plump white shrimp jumped into his bowl.

Xiao Nuo Tuan likes to eat meat in a big mouth, and has always been indifferent to any food that needs to be peeled. I wonder if children have this kind of mentality, and always think that the food in other people's bowls is the best.

Looking at the shrimps that Chu Jin peeled out, he quickly piled five or six in the bowl, neatly stacked together, unexpectedly looking a little delicious

Well, I'm a little thirsty...

Song Qiaoxi neatly swallowed the stalk of the wormwood, stood up from the chair, held up his chopsticks and poked in the hot pot for a long time, and finally managed to pick up a shrimp and put it in the small bowl in front of him.

He put the chopsticks on the table, rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hand and started peeling the shrimp like Chu Jin did.

"Hi! Hot hot hot..."

As soon as the small tender hand touched the shell of the shrimp, before picking it up, the shrimp slipped back into the bowl.

Quickly put both hands on the earlobes, the glutinous dumplings were so hot that they sucked in air.

Dad Song shook his head, stopped the chopsticks in his hand and looked at it. It was probably a little red, "Tsk, silly girl, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. I'll eat it when it's cool."

"But, won't it taste bad when it's cold?"

Song Qiaoxi murmured a little dejectedly, her mouth pouting.

The last stubbornness of foodies is to enter the food in the most perfect state.

The prawns are cold, the taste will definitely be greatly reduced, right

As he was thinking about it, a shadow quickly flashed before his eyes.

Waiting for the glutinous dumplings to look down again, the shrimp in the bowl are gone...