Song Qiaoxi's face was stuffed on the sofa cushion, and she asked Chu Jin angrily, "What are we having for breakfast today?"
"What do you want to eat?"
Chu Jin's voice was hoarse and low, like the Song family's parents who were afraid of making the noise in the master bedroom still sleeping.
Supporting her body to get up from the soft sofa, Xixi crawled on the armrest of the sofa like a little mangy dog, watching Chu Jin lick her lips, and asked carefully, "I want to eat instant noodles..."
Chu Jin raised his head and saw that her almond eyes, which were so sleepy she couldn't open her eyes, flashed strangely when she mentioned "instant noodles".
The little girl put her hands on her chin and looked at him eagerly, with "Please, let me eat once" written all over her face.
He frowned a little embarrassedly.
Aunt Qiao seldom cooks instant noodles for them. To be exact, she cooks them once in a while only when Aunt Qiao is too busy.
Song Qiaoxi is usually thirsty, so she mixes two bites of crispy noodles at Wang Junyang and Ding Yi's place. There are basically no convenience foods on the Song family's dining table.
For children, the most expensive and cherished ingredients are not as fragrant as spicy strips and instant noodles.
This is especially true for Song Qiaoxi, a snack foodie.
Not to mention that she can eat once or twice a year, Xixi has lived two lifetimes, and she never ate instant noodles when she was in the orphanage.
This thing, the more you can't eat it, the more greedy you get, and the more you crave it, the more you want to eat it.
Even just thinking about the noodle soup of instant noodles, you can "suck yo" drooling.
She knew that in the kitchen cabinet at home, Dad Song secretly hid several flavors of instant noodles.
Dad came back from night work and was hungry. If Mom and her hadn't gotten up, he would cook a pack of instant noodles to eat.
In the cabinet are Longfeng Sanxian Noodles, Master Kong Braised Beef Noodles, Beijing Brand Instant Noodles, Nancun Street Noodles...
There are also all kinds of ham sausage, canned luncheon meat, and braised eggs for country bumpkins, which are "junk food" in my mother's eyes, which are all "good goods" that my father keeps secret.
It's a pity that Song Qiaoxi can only eat, not cook noodles.
When I turned it over, I was only greedy.
Today, she was going to cook breakfast with Chu Jin for her parents, so she thought of taking this opportunity to let Chu Jin teach herself how to cook instant noodles.
Song Qiaoxi rolled around on the sofa like a kitten, the ponytails behind her were scattered, her long brown hair like seaweed rubbed against her cheeks, she begged in a low voice, "Please...you teach me how to cook. Instant noodles?"
It was also impossible to take her, Chu Jin sighed softly, "Just eat it once today."
After finishing speaking, Li Suo changed his slippers and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
He walked to the kitchen, and out of the corner of his eye found Song Qiaoxi, who was still limp on the sofa just now, stuck behind him like a small tail.
As soon as she turned around, she saw a pleasing smile on her face, and winked at him, "Can you fry two more slices of luncheon meat? If you want to eat the kind with burnt skin, you have to eat instant noodles with luncheon meat.. . . . "
Chu Jin raised his hand and poked her on the forehead, "You have to take an inch, you can eat it once in a while, but Aunt Qiao will get up and talk to you later, I won't talk to you."
"Okay, okay, then let's hurry up and make porridge and steamed buns for Mom and Dad?"
Xixi's little head tilted back tactically, still smiling, lowered her voice, and tried her best to suppress her excitement and desire to cheer.
She knew where the rice and millet were placed, so she walked into the kitchen quickly, took out the pot that her mother used to cook porridge, and scooped three spoons of rice into it.
In the next second, the pajamas on the back of the neck were lifted up, making Song Qiaoxi and the stove a little distance away.
"Are you steaming rice or cooking porridge? Put so much rice and cook it into a pot of rice. Just stay by the side, I'll call you."
Chu Jin, like a lost kitten, ruthlessly grabbed her by the collar and pushed it towards the restaurant, then turned back and scooped back two spoonfuls of rice from the pot.
That's not good, can't let Chu Jin work in the kitchen alone, Xixi thought about it, went to the restaurant to move her small stool, took the "Manyou" magazine that Ben Dingyi recommended her to subscribe to, and sat in the corner of the kitchen, While flipping through the comics, I looked up at Chu Jin to cook.
He can also master the skill of cooking without a teacher. Just by seeing how his mother has done it a few times, he can do it decently.
Chu Jin's back was walking around in front of the stove unhurriedly. He did everything in an orderly manner, even cooking.
Even the calculation paper of the Olympiad can be handed in as serious homework in her opinion, without any scribbles. Compared with her own math homework, the words "Long Fei Feng Wu" have been recited by Teacher Li. I don't know how much. times.
"Da da da" ignition sound.
"Click", a pot was placed on the stove, and the blue Yingying flames licked the bottom of the pot. It should be the porridge that Mom and Dad will eat in a while.
Song Qiaoxi lowered her head and continued to read "Man Friends" in her hand, when suddenly there was a rustling sound.
"Huh?" She looked up.
"Which one do you want to eat?"
Chu Jin held two flavors of instant noodles in his hand, one was Longfeng Sanxian noodles in yellow packaging, and the other was Master Kong's braised beef noodles in red packaging.
"Hmm..." This made Song Qiaoxi stumped.
Longfeng Sanxian Yi Noodles have a light taste and smooth noodles. She can drink up the soup. Master Kong's braised beef noodles are rich in sauce, and the red ones look particularly appetizing.
She wants to eat both...
Look at the left, look at the right, can't make a decision for a long time.
As if guessing her thoughts, Chu Jin smiled and shook his head, "Then I will cook two flavors, which one do you want to eat?"
"Okay!" Xixi nodded, showing her little white teeth happily.
After a while, two bowls of noodles, a plate of pan-fried luncheon meat, and two sun-fried poached eggs were brought to the table.
Putting down "Man Friends" in his hand, Song Qiaoxi took two pairs of clean chopsticks and returned to the dining table.
Staring at the instant noodles in the bowl and the fragrant-looking luncheon meat on the plate, I swallowed.
What she didn't expect was that most of her attention was drawn away by lunch meat.
Chu Jin's fried luncheon meat is not the same as his mother's fried lunch meat. He cut the meat slices thinner, and there is a diamond-shaped flower knife on the surface of the meat.
After frying, not only the surface is burnt, but even the side is burnt yellow, and it smells good and fragrant.
The two sun omelettes are also exceptionally beautiful, with no cracks at all, which is a blessing for obsessive-compulsive disorder patients.
Sitting on the chair anxiously, Song Qiaoxi looked into the kitchen with chopsticks in her hands.
"Chef" Chu Jin didn't come over, so she couldn't start it first.
"Eat, you pick first."
Chu Jin walked in with two glasses of warm milk, and put one in front of her.
Song Qiaoxi thought for a while, and felt that the fried luncheon meat and sun omelette would go better with San Xian Yi Noodles.
"You eat this bowl."
Chu Jin stared at the bowl and pushed it in front of Song Qiaoxi, then picked up the chopsticks to eat another bowl.
On a winter morning in December, two children meet head-to-head and "suck" noodles in a mist-shrouded restaurant.
When it comes to eating, Song Qiaoxi has always been serious and never half-hearted.
He ate the hard-won instant noodles, a mouthful of smooth and smooth instant noodles, a mouthful of lunch meat that was burnt on the outside and tender in the inside, a mouthful of sweet-hearted omelette, and picked up the bowl and sipped the noodle soup of Sanxianyi noodles.
It was hot all over, and even a little sweaty.
But it felt like a fairy!
She kept her head down until she couldn't remember the first time her chopsticks reached the plate with the luncheon meat.
Suddenly, the chopsticks stopped in mid-air.
She found that there was only a piece of lunch meat left on the plate.
Ah... Did you eat most of the luncheon meat before you knew it
Stretching his neck to see Chu Jin's bowl, there was a half-eaten fried egg and half a piece of luncheon meat.
Taking back his chopsticks, after thinking about it, Chu Jin fried a total of six pieces of luncheon meat.
I already ate... four slices? !
Wow, that's true, I ate a lot...
As he was pondering, he saw a pair of chopsticks stretched out, and there was a piece of luncheon meat out of thin air in the bowl in front of him.
Looking up at the plate again, it was empty.
Song Qiaoxi happily looked at the luncheon meat in the bowl, turned her head and asked Chu Jin, "Don't you like it?"
Chu Jin wiped his mouth with a tissue and said softly, "You eat."
"You really don't eat wow?"
He picked up the last piece of luncheon meat with chopsticks and tilted his head to look at him.
"Um."
Chu Jin nodded, picked up a chopstick face, and covered his brows with his long forehead hair.
Song Qiaoxi took a bite of the luncheon meat soaked in the bowl. It was really delicious, but she felt a little guilty.
I seem to be eating a lot...
She was embarrassed to hold this piece of meat that she had bitten. She still remembered that when she was a child, Chu Jin said that she could not give the bitten food to others.
However, Chu Jin is not someone else
He is his best best friend!
Thinking of this, she used her small front teeth to bite off half of the luncheon meat, and used chopsticks to put the remaining half into Chu Jin's bowl, "Do you remember the advertisement of Wangwang crushed ice when you were a child? You are half, I am half, you are My good friend, we are half of each other!"
Chu Jin looked at the bowl hesitantly, the half of the lunch meat that had been gnawed with a gap, a little dumbfounded.
The tissue wiped his mouth, and just as he was about to speak, the little girl sitting across from him took the lead.
Song Qiaoxi waved her hand, with an expression that I understand you very well, and said carelessly, "Don't worry, I remember what you said, what you have bitten can't be eaten by others, but, you are not someone else, you are my favorite. Good friend, who are we and who, you eat, you eat..."
After finishing speaking, holding a bowl, he started to drink noodle soup "ton ton ton".
She saw from the gap that Chu Chu frowned, and finally picked up the chopsticks and stuffed the half of the lunch meat that she had bitten into her mouth.
After the meal, Song Qiaoxi took the initiative to ask Ying to wash the dishes.
The result was obvious, and it was dismissed by Chu Jin without emotion.
The last time she washed the dishes, there were four dishes and three bowls in the sink. She almost used up half a bottle of dishwashing liquid, and knocked two plates and one bowl...
I had to carry a small bamboo basket with vegetable leaves and millet in it to feed the chickens on the balcony.
After a while, my father and mother got up and found that there were freshly steamed buns in the steamer, and salty porridge with minced meat and chopped green vegetables in the other pot.
The couple complimented Chu Jing well, and by the way, took their daughter and asked for a long time, have you learned to cook porridge? Have you learned to steam buns
Obviously, from her hesitant tone and the look of looking around, she must have never learned anything, and she has done everything.
Song Jianguo was in a particularly high-spirited mood today.
Since getting up in the morning, I have been humming the team song "Orange Flame" of the Luneng Taishan team.
As an old Qizhou native who grew up in the old city of Qizhou, he must have been a die-hard fan of Luneng Taishan since he was young.
Today is December 12, 1999, Sunday.
Last Sunday, on December 5, in the final round of the A-League, Luneng Taishan defeated Wuhan, which had been relegated, with a big score 5-0 at home, while Liaoning was blocked by Beijing Guoan and drew again.
Luneng Taishan eventually led by one point and won the 1999 League A championship.
In the game last Sunday, if you are a reporter from a newspaper, you can directly enter the infield to watch the game with your press card.
It's a pity that Song Jianguo's editorial department was on duty and was unable to watch the game.
This Sunday is the final of the FA Cup. Luneng Taishan will play against Dalian Wanda Shide. If this game is won, then Luneng Taishan will become the first "double champion" in Chinese football history.
He adjusted the class early, got the pass for the infield in advance, and was going to take his daughter and Chu Jin to the scene.
Qiao Qin has no interest in football at all. The only worry is that her husband can't raise two children by himself.
"We are wind, we are electricity, we are orange flames! We are steel, we are iron, we are Mount Tai that will never fall! Attacking and attacking is like wind and thunder and electric fans, and defending is as steady as Mount Tai, let that fiery football, Always belong to our Luneng, let the trophy of victory always belong to our Taishan... Luneng Taishan! Shandong Dahan..."
Dad Song spent a while in the living room packing up the equipment for watching the game in the afternoon, singing passionately.
Chu Jin had just tied Song Qiaoxi's braids, and today he tied two long scorpion braids, which were obediently hanging behind his head.
After Mr. Tony Chu finished his work, he went to the study to practice the piano.
Xixi picked up the colorful little horn that her father put on the sofa, blew "Baba Bah", and shouted with her father: "Luneng Taishan! Go forward bravely!!!"
"It's so noisy, Xixi, don't blow it." Mom was holding a pile of sheets and quilts in her arms and was about to go to the balcony and throw them into the washing machine. Passing the living room, she couldn't help but yell at Dad Song, "Song Jianguo, can you bring the two children? There are so many people this afternoon. The Provincial Sports Center said it can accommodate more than 50,000 people. I read that in your newspapers, there are 60,000 or 70,000 people who will go this afternoon."
When Song Qiaoxi heard what her mother said, she hurriedly put down the small speaker in her hand, for fear that her mother would change her mind and prevent her and Chu Jin from going to the ball with her father.
Although, the little girl is not a die-hard fan, and she can't even remember how many people on the football team played.
But every child in the courtyard has long been infected by the enthusiasm of the fans and uncles in the courtyard. Who doesn't like Luneng Taishan, that is Qizhouwa's "traitor".
In addition, Song Qiaoxi listened to Ding Yi and Wang Junyang chanting "Luneng Taishan, the eternal god" every day in the school and the boiler room. This game might make his city's team win the "Double Champion" honor. The game is full of anticipation.
It doesn't matter if she understands it or not, she just wanted to feel the atmosphere of the scene, and immediately raised her hand to show her loyalty to her mother: "Mom, I'm good, and Chu Jin and I will always follow Dad closely."
"Daughter-in-law, don't worry, my left hand is Xixi, and my right hand is exhausted. The two children will not let go for a moment, so I promise to bring the child back to you unharmed? And we are in the infield, with the media reporters. My son, they are all colleagues, they have someone to take care of, they are not in the stands." Song Jianguo made a posture of standing at attention, and continued to say in a tone of reporting to the leader, "I, Song Jianguo, swear to my daughter-in-law that I will never disgrace my mission!"
"Mom, you just let us go..."
Song Qiaoxi hugged her mother's waist and said coquettishly.
"Oh, I really can't do anything about you. Where there are many people, I would like to join in the fun. It's such a cold day to watch live TV at home." Song Mama shook her head and pinched her daughter's cheeks, "You and Chu Jin are together. Wear more clothes, it's so cold in December, don't catch a cold when you come back."
"Yeah! Mom is the best!"
Xixi jumped up from the sofa and hugged her mother's neck and kissed her fiercely.
No one can hold back the old Song family's baby, and Song's mother is no exception, "Okay, okay, I'll find the thick down jacket for you later, I'll wash that scarf for him, and I'll find another one for him. , you must follow Dad honestly, and don't run around, you know?"
"Know it!"
Song Qiaoxi and her father winked at each other, and whispered a "yeah".
After lunch, Song Mama wrapped Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin into two balls, wishing they could only show their eyes.
Song's father hung a small plastic horn with a football on Song Qiaoxi's neck and another for Chu Jin, ready to drive to the provincial gymnasium with the two children.
Song Qiaoxi jumped first and rushed downstairs. Father Song was afraid that she would run down the stairs too quickly, so he followed the car keys, "Xixi, slow down!"
Chu Jin changed his shoes unhurriedly, and nodded with Aunt Qiao, "I'll go first, see you auntie."
"Jinjing, auntie asks you one more thing," Song's mother helped ChuJi organize her scarf and patted him on the shoulder, "Your uncle is careless, Xixi is a naughty bag, you help aunty take good care of them, don't let him What are the two of you doing? Especially Xixi, she can't move her legs when she sees something new. The Provincial Sports Center will be very crowded today. You and Xixi must hold hands and follow your uncle. If not Be careful if you get lost, don't worry, go to the security guards and police uncles present for help."
"Well, I see."
Chu Jin nodded heavily.
Aunt Qiao was right, and he felt the same way. This family felt that he and Aunt Qiao were supporting him...
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On the way to watch the game, Song Qiaoxi found that the entire Qizhou city seemed to be in a state of mysterious carnival.
There are literally thousands of people on the street. Many children on the street have small trumpets of the same football shape hanging around their necks, and there are gongs and drums teams playing gongs and drums along the street, which is as lively as the Chinese New Year.
When they arrived at the Provincial Sports Center, Song Qiaoxi looked at the crowd of fans and silently clenched her father's hand.
Father Song held Xixi in one hand and Chu Jin in the other to comfort them, "Don't be afraid, children, follow good uncle, follow father, and we won't get lost if we don't let go."
Song Qiaoxi nodded and looked at Chu Jin.
Chu Jin looked at the enthusiastic fans around, shook his head, and said four words to her with his lips, "Don't run around."
Fortunately, there were not so many people in the press booth of the gymnasium.
Dad went to chat with a few colleagues, found two folding chairs for her and Chu Jin, and sat in the reporter area of "Short Cannon".
Song Qiaoxi looked at the crowd of people and various banners in the stands, and couldn't help pulling Chu Jin's sleeve, "Look, the banner of 'Swear to Win the Double Championships' has been posted!"
Chu Jin gave a "hmm" and glanced around vigilantly.
He still remembers Aunt Qiao's entrustment to him to be optimistic about Uncle Song and Song Qiaoxi. Aunt Qiao has always been worried about Uncle Song, and Xixi is even more "daring".
You can't let them get into trouble.
Chu Jin grabbed Song Qiaoxi's hand with a backhand, both of them wearing gloves.
He squeezed the little girl's palm and said seriously: "You must not run around, where I am, you will be there, you know?"
"Know it... ... "
Xixi was a little impatient and felt that Chu Jin was making too much of a fuss.
She was not that six-year-old cub for a long time, and she would not "run away from home" like the original owner without saying a word.
There were many people in the gym, and she was also very interested in the cameras of the reporters, uncles and aunts, and she always wanted to go up and take a look.
But before he walked half a meter, he was pulled back by Chu Jin and fixed to the chair.
Fortunately, the game started quickly, which caught her attention, and Dad returned to them.
It was the first time for Song Qiaoxi to watch the game live, and she was very excited. Dad Song, as a die-hard fan, was also excited like a child in the press box.
Only Chu Jin is like the "parent" of these two.
The little boy looked calm, looked around calmly, his eyes stayed on the little girl most of the time, and occasionally glanced at the dancing Uncle Song.
But after all, Chu Jin was a little boy under the age of eleven. Boys were naturally interested in ball games. In addition, this game was really exciting. Soon, Chu Jin also integrated into this wonderful game.
In the tense moment of scoring, he will hold hands with Xixi, and the two children are almost hugged together.
When a goal is scored, Dad Song will hold their hands and cheer loudly.
After Luneng Taishan's Su Maozhen scored a wrong goal in the second half, Dalian Wanda Shide's foreign aid Pitt used a wonderful volley to tie the score again in the 90th minute.
Let the game go into the heat.
Song Qiaoxi felt that her heart was about to pop out of her throat.
Entering the stoppage time, at 92 minutes, Luneng Taishan's foreign aid Romedo scored a hat-trick.
The Luneng Taishan team finally defeated a strong opponent with a total score of 4-3, won the FA Cup, and became a veritable "double champion".
Song Qiaoxi jumped high and blew the small horn on her chest.
Chu Jin also stood up from the chair, "Bah Bah" blowing a small plastic horn.
Song Jianguo cried with joy, hugged his daughter, and raised her above his head, "Daughter, look! Su Maozhen is holding the FA Cup trophy in his hand, which is too much for us Qizhou people! We are the 'Double Champions' 'La!"
At this moment, in the courtyard of the newspaper office, almost all the families are watching the live broadcast in front of the TV.
When the female anchor Wang Di's cry, "The ball is in!" full of tears, was passed to the ears of the neighbors of the courtyard.
The whole compound burst into cheers.
The warm shouts spread throughout the streets and alleys of Qizhou. This moment will become the best memory of Qizhou fans.
At the end of the game, Song Jianguo packed up his belongings and prepared to take his daughter and Chu Jin home.
It was not so cold in the afternoon, and the two children were very hot, jumping and jumping for a few hours, and they were already hot.
Afraid that Xixi and Xiao Chu would be too hot, Song Jianguo took off their hats and scarves and put them on the chair beside them.
"Editor Song!"
Suddenly, someone called him.
Song Jianguo turned around and found a familiar face. He hurried forward two steps to say hello, "Dong Zhao, hello, hello, this is a coincidence, are you also watching the ball?"
"Editor-in-chief Song, we have a good relationship. It's not easy to meet each other. It's such a good occasion. I didn't expect you to be a fan of Luneng Taishan!"
Zhao Chenguang and Song Jianguo shook hands eagerly.
The person who greeted Song Jianguo was Zhao Chenguang, chairman of the most famous newspaper group in Beijing. The two met at a media seminar in Beijing last time, and they hit it off.
Zhao Chenguang's ancestral home is Qizhou, and his wife is also a native of Qizhou. Because his wife teaches at Qizhou University, and his children stay in the local school, he thinks that the basic education in Qizhou is very good, and he specially chooses schools for his children to the primary school attached to the normal school.
Zhao Chenguang appreciates Song Jianguo very much. Song Jianguo's unique opinions on "new media" in the media seminar made him feel that the editor-in-chief "within the system" is very insightful.
Since the last meeting at the seminar, the two sides have also met several times in private, chatted a lot about the development trends in the industry, and exchanged phone calls.
In fact, Zhao Chenguang was selfish. He valued Song Jianguo's talents very much.
I hope Song Jianguo can jump out of the system and follow him to Beijing to do new media projects.
However, an experienced "cultural businessman" like Zhao Chenguang did not reveal his direct purpose from the very beginning.
"Editor Song, are you free for a drink tonight? Let's discuss the new media project that you talked about last time. I have some new ideas here, and I want to share them with you." Zhao Chenguang said.
"Director Zhao, I can't do it tonight. I brought my daughter and my friend's children to watch the ball today. The children have to go to school tomorrow, so I have to send them back early."
Song Jianguo laughed loudly and turned around to call the children over to meet Zhao Chenguang.
The last time I heard Zhao Chenguang say that his son is also in the primary school attached to the normal school, and he is also in the fourth grade. Maybe the girl and Xiao Chu still know each other.
"Both children go to the primary school attached to the normal school, and they are also in the fourth grade, just like your son, do you think it's a coincidence? Song Qiaoxi, Chu Jin, come, come here... "
Song Jianguo turned his head as he spoke, his smile froze, and he froze in place.
Immediately, blood rushed to the brain, and my heart panicked.
What about the two children? !