Putting her ears against the crack of the door, Song Qiaoxi held the milk cup tightly with both hands and held her breath, feeling that her earlobes moved slightly.
As if all five senses were focused on hearing, he refused to let go of the slightest sound outside.
Dad, just promise Uncle Zhao!
Hearing Dad laugh a few times, then Uncle Zhao's voice, "Mr. Song will discuss this matter with his younger siblings. I'm not in a hurry. Anyway, the seat is reserved for you."
"Okay, Zhao Dong, I still have to discuss it with Qiao Qin and give you an answer as soon as possible." Dad's tone of voice was a little excited.
Song Jianguo and Zhao Chenguang chatted a few more times, and Zhao Chenguang left.
Taking advantage of Song's father going downstairs to send people off, Song Qiaoxi suffocated the remaining half glass of milk in one gulp, ran out of her room and went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth.
Seeing her mother walking out of the master bedroom in her pajamas, Xixi hugged her mother's neck as if she was a child. She was a little sleepy at the moment, so she wanted to stay with her mother for a while.
The girls were leaning on the sofa, Song Qiaoxi was leaning against her mother's arms, and her mother stroked her hair and asked, "Xixi, do you want your father to go to Beijing to work?"
Song Qiaoxi blinked twice, raised her head from her mother's arms and said, "I... What I think is not important, what my father and mother think is more important, and I don't make money."
"Pfft, you are a little money fan, then Dad goes to work in Beijing and can only go home on weekends. You don't want Dad?"
Mom nodded her eyebrows.
Song Qiaoxi was silent for a while, then got up from her mother and sat upright on the sofa.
She really hoped that her father and mother could consider this job opportunity well, and it was best to agree to it.
One reason is that this is related to the fate of father and mother. Uncle Zhao didn't say it directly, but Song Qiaoxi is so smart, she understands her father's work in the newspaper from just a few words, and it has been a while since she encountered resistance.
Based on this analysis, perhaps, in the original plot, breaking Jiang Qisheng's leg by himself might just be the last straw that broke the camel's back, not the fundamental reason why Dad offended the leaders of the newspaper office.
It's just that at that time, I was too young, and my understanding of the plot was too shallow. I didn't notice the key to the problem, and I only saw the superficial phenomenon of how things were going.
Another reason is that Song Qiaoxi really felt that her father yearned for a new job.
She substitutes herself. If one day, someone tells her that she can't take pictures in the future and can only do things she doesn't like, how painful it will be.
Isn't this the same as telling Ding Yi not to draw comics and Wang Junyang not to play games
Since childhood, both school teachers and parents have educated children, and interest is the best teacher.
Song Qiaoxi felt that her father no longer had much "interest" in the newspaper job.
The Song family has always emphasized democracy and equality. When Song Qiaoxi was very young, every suggestion she made would be taken seriously by her parents, and she had never been perfunctory.
After a while, she carefully organized the language, and she dared to say what was in her heart, "Mom, if I don't see my father every day, of course I will miss him, but if this is my father's favorite job, it is my father's dream. Woolen cloth
Then I want to support my dad to do what he likes, and I also support my mom's dream.
I think that father and mother should not only live for the sake of children, you also have dreams. As a family, you should treat them equally. You all support my dreams unconditionally, so why can't I support your dreams
You have said that when I grow up, I want to travel around the world and see the outside world. If you let me go, you will miss me too, but you will not let me go because you miss me. , right
I've grown up. I'm eleven years old this year, and Chu Jin is twelve years old. Before, my father didn't want to go to Beijing to work, wasn't it because we were still young? Because Chu and I couldn't take care of ourselves or you, my father was worried about going to work in Beijing.
The school starts in September this year, we are junior high school students, we don't need parents to take care of us like babies, and Dad will come back on weekends? During the winter and summer vacations, we can go to Beijing to see him together. "
After saying this, Song Qiaoxi was surprised to find that her mother was staring at him blankly, her eyes were red.
Turning his head, hey, when did Dad come back
I was so focused on things just now that I didn't see that my father had returned home.
Song's father leaned against the armrest of the sofa, the expression on his face was mixed, Song Qiaoxi seemed to see his father with such an expression for the first time.
After shifting her body, Song Qiaoxi returned to her usual lazy sitting posture on the sofa at home, grabbed a pillow and hugged it in her arms, looked at her mother, then looked at her father, and said hesitantly, "I, did I say something wrong? "
"Oh, how can my daughter be so sensible..." Song Mama seemed to wipe away her tears and hugged her in her arms, "Mom and Dad are the most proud of you in this life. "
"I'm going to the bathroom."
Dad Song shook his head and walked quickly to the bathroom. When he came out again, the tip of his nose was a little red.
Dad Song was also sitting on the sofa, with his arms on his knees, his hands clasped together, "Then will Xixi support Dad?"
"Support!" Song Qiaoxi turned her head and kissed her mother's cheek, and said to her father, "Comrade Song Jianguo, don't worry, Chu Jin and I will help you take care of your daughter-in-law."
"Ahahahaha, okay, don't worry, Dad!" Dad Song smiled, his eyes were moist.
Mom laughed out loud, "Hey... I learned from your father about being poor."
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That night, Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin leaned against the bed and chatted for a long time.
Song Jianguo hadn't fully told Qiao Qin about the unit's affairs before, for fear that his wife would be worried.
Previously, he was promoted to the deputy general manager of the group on the surface, focusing on the distribution work and supervising the editorial department. In fact, this tiring and thankless job was the result of the undercurrent of "factions" in the unit.
Song Jianguo's business and work ability are very strong, but he is very limited by "system, system, and internal". He has always handled "gang, faction, struggle, and struggle" through marginalization. Do not stand in line.
But it is also because of his attitude of "not standing in line" and his business ability that is far higher than others, so Song Jianguo deeply feels the consequences of "the wood show will be destroyed by the forest wind".
To be honest, he really wanted to get out of the "system", and there were a lot of people who came to dig him, but Zhao Chenguang was the only one who really knew and knew him for so many years.
Now, Qiao Qin and her daughter are both supportive, Song Jianguo is relieved.
The only thing that made him hesitant was Chu Jin's student status and household registration.
Zhao Chenguang is right, the quality of education in Beijing is indeed not the same as that in Qizhou, and for children, vision is more important.
It is more important to let children look at the outside world and broaden their horizons than dead reading.
Fortunately, there is time to buffer. My daughter and Chu Jin will be on the first day of junior high in September. There are still three years before high school, and there is still time to think of a way to operate it.
In the end, Song Jianguo made up his mind to accept the job proposed by Zhao Chenguang.
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Song Qiaoxi sat upside down on the chair in Chu Jin's boiler room, kicking around with both legs, with her hands on the back of the chair, her chin on her hands, and boredly watching Chu Jin packing up.
She couldn't help either. As soon as she opened the closet and wanted to help him pick out a few sets of clothes, Chu Jin said "it's a disservice".
In the end, Chu Jin held her by the arm and asked Song Qiaoxi to sit on the chair obediently, and she was not allowed to interfere anywhere.
Opening the drawer next to the desk, Song Qiaoxi knew that there would always be candies there.
I've never seen Chu Jin eat it, she's all eating it.
Picking and choosing, she took a grape-flavored stick, tore the package and stuffed it into her mouth. She tilted her head and asked, "Do you want to bring so many books? It's rare that we don't have summer homework. We went to Beijing for a vacation. !"
Chu Jinzheng squatted on the ground, put the stack of exercise books in his hand into the suitcase, looked up at her, and said unceremoniously, "The academic burden of foreign languages is no less than that of public junior high schools, and the science scores after junior high school are the only way to open up. The key points of the score, in addition to mathematics, there are subjects such as physics, biology, and chemistry, which must be taken in the middle school entrance examination. Your science subject is a weak subject, so if you don’t take advantage of this summer vacation to make up for it, you will be blinded when school starts.”
"I am admitted to the experimental class. It is rare to go to Beijing to play this summer, and I have to study..."
Song Qiaoxi lay on the back of the chair and complained vaguely with sugar in her mouth.
Dad had already gone to work in Beijing. Taking advantage of the summer vacation, he asked his mother to take her and Chu Jin to live in Beijing for a period of time, waiting for the middle school of the foreign language school to start in September before returning to Qizhou.
Every year, my parents take Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin to travel, but because my father does not have winter and summer vacations like my mother, and because of time problems, they will not go too far, and most of them drive by themselves.
The tourist attractions in the province are almost the same. I have been to the Confucian Temple, to Song Qiaoxi's grandmother's house, to climb Mount Tai, and to the Yimeng Mountains. The farthest I have been to Qingshi to see the sea, my father has a beer, she and my mother and Chu Eat all the clams (gala) and prawns.
But this trip was different, not so much a trip as a vacation to another home.
That's right, Song Qiaoxi is also a cub with a house in Beijing!
According to my father, it is still a two-story duplex, with more than 200 square meters, and the living room is close to 50 square meters.
She thought of the house she lived in when she was a child. The whole house was only 50 square meters. She couldn't imagine how big the new home in Beijing was!
Dad bought them plane tickets. This was Song Qiaoxi's first flight, and she was both excited and nervous.
Compared with her, Chu Jin was much calmer.
They are leaving tomorrow, and Song Qiaoxi's luggage mother has already helped her pack it up. She didn't bring any books about her studies.
Her mother didn't bring her too many clothes, because her father said that she would take her and her mother to Yansha and Guomao to buy beautiful dresses in Beijing.
It's almost half a month since the summer vacation. Wang Junyang was sent to his grandmother's house in Shanghai, and Ding Yi and Ding Miao were also packaged by their parents and sent to their grandmother's house in Taicheng.
Only Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin were left in the "Little Gang of Five". No one would play with her. Thinking that she was going to Beijing tomorrow, she couldn't help but feel excited and ran to accompany Chu Jin to pack her luggage.
Now watching Chu Jin's junior high school reference books and stacks of paper exercises stuffed into his suitcase, Song Qiaoxi thinks that he has already been admitted to the experimental class, how can he take a vacation and can't play happily
"Song Qiaoxi, you know that foreign language classes are adjusted according to grades every semester, right?" Chu Jin got up, picked up two new booklets from the desk, bent over and put them in the box, raised his eyes and said to her, "Yes. There are a lot of people staring at the seat of the experimental class. If you don't work hard, you can only stay in the experimental class for one semester. If you think I'm annoying and don't want me to take care of it, I'll leave you alone... "
"..."
Song Qiaoxi was startled, and she bit out the real baton in her mouth with a bang.
I forgot about this one, yes, foreign language schools are very competitive.
After hearing what Chu Jin said, she realized that if she didn't work hard, it would be too embarrassing if she dropped to the regular class after a semester.
No, let's make good use of this summer vacation and preview the homework for the first year of junior high school.
When Chu Jin walked to the desk, Song Qiaoxi grabbed Chu Jin's arm and hugged him tightly like when he was a child, "Then I will follow you to study hard, don't ignore me! I can't call you eldest brother, woo woo Woo, Big Brother Chu, don't leave me alone..."
Chu Jin's arms stiffened, his face sullen, and he said in an obviously uncomfortable tone, "Let go."
"If I don't let go, I won't," Song Qiaoxi hugged tighter, wishing she could put her face on it, "You are so cruel, how can you say what you don't care about me? Who cares about me, you can't care about me. .. "
"Song Qiaoxi, be reasonable, what I'm saying is, if you think I'm annoying and don't want me to take care of you, I'll leave you alone... Hiss, can you let go first?"
Chu Jin's scalp was numb, and he wanted to pull his arm out of her arms, but he didn't dare to move too much, for fear of accidentally hitting a place that shouldn't be touched.
Song Qiaoxi was eleven years old, and it was a habit to hold his arm when he was a child, but when he was a child, boys and girls were all the same, and there was no difference.
It's different now. In the summer, Song Qiaoxi wore a pink-green plaid suspender skirt. Her arms were cool, and the little girl's arms were warm and soft...
"I won't let go, you promise not to leave me alone."
Getting used to messing around with Chu Jin, Song Qiaoxi didn't care about any preconditions, and when she heard "don't care about you", she was not happy on the spot, and she had to ask for an explanation before letting go.
Chu Jin took a deep breath and moved away from her. He fantasized about his arm as a prosthetic limb without a sense of sight, and tried to make his tone calmer, "I promise, I will always take care of you, okay?"
"Then you swear, you will take care of me for the rest of your life."
Song Qiaoxi pressed her chin against Chu Jin's bare skin, and the plastic lollipop stick in her mouth also gently poked his arm.
A little girl with long chestnut curly hair stared at him with wide eyes.
"Swear..." Chu Jin lowered his eyes, avoiding her straight eyes, "I'll take care of you all my life."
Song Qiaoxi then let go, nodded and said, "Okay, then I'm relieved."
"Quack quack" in his mouth, he crushed the remaining half of the lollipop, continued to watch Chu Jin pack his luggage, and even took the initiative to pick out a few books and hand them to him.
She is a good student in the experimental class now, but she can't embarrass her parents!
You can't be ashamed of Chu Jin either. After all, for a genius like Chu Jin to be his own teacher, it would be too unreasonable if he couldn't stay in the experimental class for the final exam of the first year of junior high school.
It only takes a little over an hour to fly from Qizhou to Beijing.
When I got off the plane, it was a heat wave.
Summer in Beijing turns out to be so hot, and the body will feel sticky, like taking a sauna, Song Qiaoxi thought.
Taking the shuttle bus to the terminal building, Song Qiaoxi saw his father who he hadn't seen for half a month at the pick-up gate at a glance. Dad seemed to have lost a little weight, but nothing else had changed.
Song Qiaoxi carried only one pink schoolbag on her back, her mother pushed one, Chu Jin pushed the other, and she ran towards her father like a happy child.
"Dad, I miss you so much!"
He was picked up by his father and turned around, Xixi said happily.
"Dad misses you too!" Song Jianguo put down his daughter, turned to give Qiao Qin a hug, and whispered in his daughter-in-law's ear, "It's coming, I haven't been apart for so many days in my life, I want to die."
Song Qiaoxi saw her mother's face blushing, and laughed and scolded her father, "Okay, in front of the child..."
Oh, what did dad just say to mom
"What's the matter, I haven't seen each other for half a month, why do I feel that I have grown taller after doing my best?" Song Jianguo let go of his daughter-in-law, patted Chu Jin's shoulder with a smile, and patted the top of her daughter's head with the other hand, "You two are this tall. The difference is getting bigger and bigger, Xixi, drink more milk this summer vacation, there is a gym in the new home community, I heard from colleagues that you can run longer at your age, you should go to the gym more for running in the summer vacation."
"Got it..." Song Qiaoxi stuck her tongue out at her father, only to see a strange uncle in a shirt standing behind her father.
Because she was a stranger, she leaned a little embarrassedly behind her father.
"Mrs. Song, just give me your luggage."
Uncle stepped forward to take the suitcase from mother and nodded to mother.
"Thank you, Xiao Zhang." Qiao Qin smiled. Her husband had mentioned to her on the phone before that the driver Zhao Chenguang arranged was Zhang, and he hurriedly greeted the two children, "Hello, Uncle Zhang."
"Hello, Uncle Zhang." Song Qiaoxi greeted politely.
"Hello Uncle Zhang." Chu Jin nodded and whispered.
Dad Song waved his hand, "Let's go, it's so hot, it's cool to go home, I'll turn on the air conditioner ahead of time."
On the way home, Song Qiaoxi listened to her father and mother talking, and said that the car the company gave her father was an Audi A6.
But because they had a lot of people and a lot of luggage today, they were afraid that they would not be able to let go, so they changed to a Buick commercial car to pick them up.
It was the first time for Song Qiaoxi to sit in a seven-seat commercial car. The space inside the car is so large that you can stretch your legs straight. It's really spacious!
Beijing's first impression of Song Qiaoxi is that she is big.
The second impression was that there were a lot of people and cars. They also felt a traffic jam during the rush hour. Uncle Zhang drove for nearly two hours from the airport in Shunyi to his home near Guomao.
Song Qiaoxi has been looking at the scenery outside the window. Listening to her father introducing her to the scenery outside, the eleven-year-old girl saw for the first time how big the outside world is.
The new home that Zhao Chenguang gave to the Song family is the first batch of luxury apartments built in the capital after the millennium.
The apartment community was separated from people and cars. The driver, Xiao Zhang, drove the car directly into the basement. Song Qiaoxi didn't even see what the community looked like, only the gorgeous golden gate at the gate of the community.
Here, it is really different from the simple newspaper compound in Qizhou City.
The Song family's new home in Beijing is located on the eighth floor. There are two households on one ladder.
Taking the elevator upstairs, Song Qiaoxi followed her father's footsteps closely, watching her father take out the key from his bag and open the door.
Uncle Zhang put down his luggage and left.
Just now, Xixi, who had the best face, was embarrassed to express her emotions because of the presence of outsiders all the time.
Now that the driver's uncle is gone, she has truly released herself.
Being urged by her mother to change into slippers, Song Qiaoxi flew to the east and west in the new house like a little butterfly, and everything was fresh. I couldn't believe that such a big and beautiful house was my own!
It wasn't enough for her to walk around the house by herself, she had to pull Chu Jin along.
"Wow! The living room is so big! Chu Jin, Chu Jin, look at me, look at me, I can spin and jump here with my eyes closed!"
Song Qiaoxi walked around the living room excitedly. The living room, which was nearly 50 square meters, had a row of large floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing you to see the scenery of the community.
The community is as beautiful as the botanical garden in Qizhou City, with green lawns, colorful flowers, and a wide artificial lake where swans can be seen swimming leisurely.
Song Qiaoxi grabbed Chu Jin's arm and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of her and muttering to herself, "I'm not dreaming, right? Is this really our home? We came by plane today. Beijing? It's not all this, it's just an illusion, or if you pinch me, maybe I'll wake up..."
Chu Jin glanced down at her, Song Qiaoxi closed her eyes tightly, opened them again, closed them again, and opened them again.
Her glutinous rice-like teeth bit her cherry pink lips, and her face was indistinguishable between reality and fantasy.
The corners of his lips are curved from beginning to end, how can there be such a silly little girl
At eleven years old, he is still like a small child, unable to distinguish between fantasy and reality.
Stupid is stupid, but...
So cute.
Song Qiaoxi looked up and found that Chu Jin was just looking at her, and urged him again, "Come on, pinch me, or I will think you are hallucinating? Just like Cinderella, at twelve o'clock, the clock As soon as the sound rang, there was nothing left."
"Pinching hurts too much, aren't you ticklish? If you feel ticklish in a dream, it means it's not a dream, right?"
Chu Jin raised his eyelids and raised his hand to tickle Song Qiaoxi's itch. In fact, he didn't even touch her, just pretending to scare people.
While hiding, Song Qiaoxi bent down and begged for mercy: "Ahahahaha, I'm scared, it doesn't seem like a dream, it's real!"
"Xixi, do everything, don't you come up and see your room?" Mom had already gone upstairs, and the voice came from the stairs.
"Come on!" Promised to her mother, Song Qiaoxi rushed upstairs as if fleeing, not forgetting to look back, for fear that Chu Jin would catch up and continue to scratch her itch.
This duplex apartment covers an area of about 220 square meters. Downstairs is the living room, kitchen, guest bathroom and a small nanny room. The second floor is a master bedroom and two secondary bedrooms.
In addition to the nanny room, each bedroom is equipped with an independent bathroom and a fully enclosed balcony.
The apartment is equipped with a central hot water supply system and heating and cooling air conditioning. In 2001, even in the capital Beijing, apartments with such conditions were rare.
Song Qiaoxi went up the last step, and her mother was waving to her.
The layout of the second floor is clear at a glance. The first upstairs is a small living room. Mom took her into a room and stroked Song Qiaoxi's long soft hair, "Xixi, do you like it? This is the furniture that Dad chose for you. "
This room is completely different from Song Qiaoxi's room in Qizhou. Qizhou's room is pink and white, and the overall style is a standard children's room.
At home in Beijing, her room has a large floor-to-ceiling window, which is bright and offers views of the community.
The overall color scheme of the room is off-white with a touch of European style. The floor is covered with a soft wool carpet, and in the middle of the room is a large carved bed with a curtain.
The style of the desk, bookshelf and bed is the same, and they are also carved in white. In the corner of the room is a couch of the same color and an exquisite dresser.
This bedroom has an ensuite bathroom, and there are two rows of wardrobes in the small passage from the room to the bathroom to create a small dressing room.
The whole room exuded an elegant girlish atmosphere, Song Qiaoxi was so excited that she threw herself on the soft bed, turned her head and said to her parents who were standing at the door looking expectantly, "I like it so much, it's really like in a dream, It's like a castle!"
"We Xixi are my father's little princess."
Dad Song winked at her with a happy smile on his face.
Suddenly, Song Qiaoxi remembered something, jumped up from the bed and asked, "Where is Chu Jin's room? What's his room like?"
"Jinjing?" Mom turned around, walked out of her room and shouted outside, "Jinjing, are you coming up? Come, look at your room."
Song Qiaoxi followed her mother out, and Chu Jin also came upstairs. She pushed Chu Jin into his room.
As soon as he entered the door, Song Qiaoxi couldn't help opening his mouth wide and let out a "wow" sigh.
I have to say that my dad's aesthetics in decoration and furniture selection are indeed online.
The furniture in Chu Jin's room is a color scheme of walnut, navy blue and white, which is very youthful. Because of the combination of navy blue and white, the color of walnut wood does not look dull and old-fashioned, and it is very in line with Chu Jin Xijing, and Calm character.
"Uncle thinks that we do our best not to like colors that are too bold, but it is too dark to use dark furniture. You are only twelve years old and you are still a child, so uncle chose the nautical style for you," Song Dad also paced into the room, put his two hands on his daughter's shoulders and said to Chu Jin, "Do you like Xiao Chu Jin?"
"Well, I like it, thank you Uncle Song, thank you Aunt Qiao."
Chu Jin turned around to face them, nodded politely to his father, and remained calm as usual.
But Song Qiaoxi saw slight fluctuations in his dark eyes.
"Whatever the family is polite, as long as you like it, it proves that uncle has a good vision and can keep up with the trend of the times, right?"
Song Qiaoxi heard her father laughing behind her, and immediately nodded in agreement.
"There are clubs and clubs in the apartment community. There are basketball courts, swimming pools, gyms, libraries and other facilities. You two can go there. Go to exercise more, especially Xixi, be sure to grow taller."
Father Song patted Song Qiaoxi on the shoulder and said.
"Dad..." Song Qiaoxi cried out, followed by a "gurgling" sound from her stomach, she held her mouth in grievance, "When are we going to have dinner, I'm hungry... . "
"Oh, it's okay for my daughter to be hungry. Let's go and take you to eat roast duck. We can just walk there. After leaving the community, there is a roast duck restaurant across the road. It's very authentic."
"Peking duck?" Song Qiaoxi licked her lips and widened her eyes.
Chu Jin shook his head and smiled. When he mentioned eating, he found that Song Qiaoxi's eyes were shining.
This dinner, Father Song took them to eat not Quanjude, but a roast duck restaurant called Four Seasons Minfu.
The decoration of the roast duck restaurant is antique, and there are many people in the restaurant. Song Qiaoxi smells the tempting fragrance in the air and looks at her father and mother ordering dishes.
Roast duck is roast duck on fruit wood hanging stove. It takes about 30 to 40 minutes to be roasted on the spot.
Mom and Dad were afraid that they would be very hungry, so in addition to roast duck, they also ordered a lot of dishes.
The special cold dishes, mustard duck feet, salted duck livers, and Beijing eight pieces of dim sum came first. Let the children pamper their stomachs first.
After that, there were several hot dishes, including Chu Jin's favorite Kung Pao shrimp balls, squirrel mandarin fish, and Song Qiaoxi's favorite cumin mutton, and also ordered a chestnut cabbage to relieve tiredness.
There was a large table full to the brim. After a day of running around today, Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin were both hungry, and the two children buried their heads in food.
When the roast duck came up, Song Qiaoxi felt that she was almost full.
The master of the hanging oven roast duck slices the duck in front of the guests. She looks at the white chef's hat and the chef's uniform as he skillfully slices two plates of delicate duck meat.
The skin of the duck was reddish-brown, and even had a crystal clear feeling, and the fragrant meat aroma rushed to his face. Song Qiaoxi, who had just felt full, suddenly felt that he was okay again.
"Xixi, Dad taught you, look, take a piece of duck cake first, then put two pieces of duck meat, and then some cucumber and shredded green onion, alas, we Xixi don't eat green onion, then we will not eat the shredded green onion. Let it go," Dad demonstrated first, teaching her how to eat roast duck, loosening the shredded green onion with the chopsticks, "put a small water radish, some duck sauce, and then pack it like a quilt for a baby. ."
"Hey, alright, here it is, try it." Dad handed the wrapped duck roll to Song Qiaoxi, bowed his head and started wrapping the second one, "I'll do it all, uncle will also wrap one for you, wait a moment."
Song Qiaoxi took the duck roll wrapped in Dad's hand. Through the thin duck cake, you could clearly see the duck meat and vegetables inside, as well as the brown sauce.
Trying to take a bite, she felt like fireworks had exploded in her mind.
Peking duck is also delicious!
It is simply one of the best foods Song Qiaoxi has ever eaten in her life, and it can definitely be ranked in the top three!
The soft and juicy duck meat, the crispy and oily duck skin, the refreshing radish and melon strips, the unique sauce and the wheat-flavored dough all blend together in the mouth.
Within a minute, she ate a roll of duck cake cleanly, and there was no slag left.
Song Jianguo saw that her daughter was satisfied with her meal, with sauce hanging on the corner of her mouth, as if she didn't care about anything, she felt happy and funny.
As a parent, when you see your child eating happily, you feel happy in your heart.
Qiao Qin also smiled and looked at her little girl who was a foodie, and handed Song Jianguo a clean napkin, Nunuzui.
Song Jianguo held a napkin in his hand and wiped the corners of his daughter's mouth. Knowing the answer, he deliberately asked her, "How is it, daughter, is it delicious?"
"It's delicious!" Song Qiaoxi nodded as if pounding garlic. She saw that Chu Jin already had a wrapped roast duck roll in front of her, but her parents hadn't eaten it yet, so she was going to try to wrap two for her father and mother. , "Mom and Dad, shall I pack one for each of you?"
"You can eat your own, don't worry about us."
Mom waved her hand and took a chopstick, chestnut and cabbage.
For her, roast duck is indeed a bit boring, so let's leave it to the children and husband.
"Come on, I'll teach you and Chu Jin another way to eat." Song Jianguo brought a small plate of white sugar and put it in front of Song Qiaoxi, "Look, dip this duck skin in white sugar, hurry up, try it."
"Ouch." Song Qiaoxi's father stuffed a piece of tan shiny duck skin covered in white sugar into her mouth.
The duck skin is thin, crisp, and light in the mouth, mixed with "crunchy" white sugar particles, which become grease and melt in the mouth.
The oily aroma lingers in the mouth, with a hint of sweet aftertaste.
The taste is so amazing!
This meal made Song Qiaoxi really eat it.
When I got home, my father received a call from Uncle Zhao and went to the company for something, and my mother went with him.
She was propped up on the sofa, "Youth Bao Qingtian" was playing on the large-screen color TV in the living room, Song Qiaoxi held her stomach and hummed, "Hum... Huh? Why is roast duck so delicious..."
"Would you like to get up and move? Lying there, it's even more indigestible."
Chu Jin sat on the other side of the sofa, holding an English book in his hand, raised his head with a frown, and glanced at her.
"Hmph...but I don't even have the strength to get up..."
Changed his posture and covered his stomach, Song Qiaoxi continued to hum.
The little girl's voice is no longer the childish little milky voice that she had when she was a child, but it has not completely faded away from the childish voice. It is soft and waxy, and her voice is sweet, but not sharp.
She didn't even notice it herself, and when she complained to Chu Jin, it was like she was acting like a spoiled child.
"You..." Chu Jin frowned even more, sat further away from her, and whispered, "Can you, can you stop humming..."
"Ah?" Song Qiaoxi was watching the TV series at a critical moment. The soundtrack of "Youth Bao Qingtian" was inexplicably weird. She moved closer to where Chu Jin was sitting, still staring at the TV screen. Feeling, "Hum... I can't help but hum, because it's really hard, it's even more uncomfortable if I don't hum, it's better to hum..."
"Then I'll go upstairs first."
Chu Jin couldn't stand the "hum, hum, hum, chirp" in her ear, closed the book, and stood up from the sofa.
Song Qiaoxi saw two charred "corpses" appearing on the TV screen, she shuddered, supported her body and climbed from one end of the sofa to the other, and hugged Chu Jin's arm, "Don't, you must Don't go upstairs, I'm scared by myself!"
"If you don't hum, I won't go upstairs." Chu Jin didn't give in, just stared at her.
"Oh, then I'll endure it." Song Qiaoxi said embarrassingly, let go of the hand that was holding Chu Jin's arm, sighed, and hugged her stomach again, a little aggrieved, "But I'm really too supportive."
Compared with "Hum Ha Ha Ha" to make herself feel better, and watching TV dramas because she is afraid and wants to watch them and needs someone to accompany them, she obviously chose the latter.
Chu Jin pursed his lips and asked softly, "Really so supportive?"
"Well..." Song Qiaoxi's big almond eyes drooped down, like a pitiful puppy.
"Then stand up and I'll accompany you for a walk in the living room. Didn't you say every day when you were a child that you would walk a hundred steps after dinner and live to be ninety-nine?"
Chu Jin shook his head helplessly, glanced at her, put down the book in his hand, and extended a hand to her.
"Okay." Song Qiaoxi grabbed his wrist and was pulled from the sofa by Chu Jin.
Wearing slippers, she followed behind Chu Jin, circling the living room in circles, as if thinking of the living room of the mansion as the open space in front of the boiler room of the Qizhou newspaper compound.
After eating when she was a child, she always clamored to "send" Chu Jin back to the boiler room, and when she sent him to the door, she was reluctant to leave, so she forced Chu Jin to walk around with her in the open space at the door of the boiler room.
The euphemistic name says, "walk a hundred steps after a meal and live to be ninety-nine."
Song Qiaoxi's eyes were still fixed on the TV screen. From time to time, she flicked her cat behind Chu Jin in fear, and the next second she couldn't help but look out.
Chu Jin held her wrist and slowly paced the living room.
After walking for a few laps, he couldn't help laughing at himself, feeling that his behavior was really stupid...
I don't know how many times around, Song Qiaoxi finally felt that her stomach was unsupported.
Since she didn't "hum, hum, hum", Chu Jin continued to sit with him on the sofa watching TV. The two children sat side by side, less than a fist's distance apart.
Song Qiaoxi clasped her knees tightly, resting her bare feet on the sofa, Chu Jin leaned on the sofa cushion, turning the pages of the book.
Neither of the two said a word, only the sound of flipping the book and the sound from the TV.
The temptation of "Youth Bao Qingtian" to Song Qiaoxi was too great. Because it was summer vacation, the TV station broadcasted four episodes in a row in one night. The plot of each episode was exciting and tense. She didn't want to miss an episode.
But because of the exhaustion of traveling and driving all day, I got up early this morning to catch a plane, and I took a long bus ride in Beijing. After that, there were continuous surprises and excitement.
After eating too full and feeling uncomfortably hard, and the little girl who had been beaten with chicken blood all day, the feeling of exhaustion surged up instantly.
Song Qiaoxi's eyelids were fighting, she couldn't control herself at all, her eyes opened and closed, her head was like a thousand jins, and she plunged in the direction of Chu Jin.