Chapter 38: intimacy

Name:Stepmother Author:元月月半
Zhong Dawa opened her mouth and said, "Earth-shattering? Mother, don't make such troublesome dishes."

"Well, it's not too much trouble." Song Zhaodi took another bowl and picked up eight dumplings and handed them to the eldest child, "Eat it with the two of you, don't eat it for the third child, the steamed dumplings are too hard."

Zhong Dawa took it over, broke some dumplings, stuffed Sanwa with his hands, and then started eating dumplings with Erwa. However, after eating three of the four dumplings, Zhong Jianguo came back.

When Erwa saw his dad come in, he subconsciously stuffed the whole dumpling into his mouth.

Zhong Jianguo was angry and funny: "It's really my good son."

Erwa covered her mouth, her bulging cheeks moved, like a little hamster stealing food.

Zhong Jianguo twisted his face: "Where is your mother?"

"Inside." Da Wa pointed to the kitchen and stuffed the last dumpling into her mouth.

Zhong Jianguo coughed to remind Song Zhaodi that he was back.

There is no sound inside.

Zhong Jianguo coughed again, but no one answered.

No way, Zhong Jianguo walked in and said, "I'm back."

Song Zhaodi made a "hmm" and put the wrapped dumplings on the drawer and steamed. Immediately, the lid of the pot was lifted.

"Are you going to burn a fire?" Zhong Jianguo sat in front of the pot, "I'll burn it."

Song Zhaodi looked at him blankly, poured two scoops of water into the pot, and went out to wash her hands.

Zhong Jianguo lit firewood and waved at Zhong Dawa: "Come here, Dad has something to ask you."

"What's the matter?" Zhong Dawa saw that he was mysterious, "Can't let mother know?"

Zhong Jianguo took a look outside and saw that Song Zhaodi seemed to be still beside the well: "You didn't make your mother angry today? Or did someone come to your mother to make clothes?"

"No." Zhong Dawa said, "The mother in the forest talked to her mother and said a lot, and I understood the word thank you. Ma Zhenxing's mother gave us a lot of cucumbers. Dad, Mother said to be earth-shattering later, what is earth-shattering?"

Zhong Jianguo followed Zhong Dawa's fingers and saw a pot of cucumbers under the chopping board: "Shoot the cucumbers."

"Huh?" Zhong Dawa was surprised, "Shooting cucumbers?" So disappointed, "I don't want to eat it."

Zhong Jianguo hurriedly covered his mouth: "If you don't like it, you can stop eating it, but you can't say it. Your mother worked so hard to make dumplings and cucumbers, and her arms were sore. Listen to you. It would be very hard for her to say that."

"Then, I won't talk about it." Zhong Dawa turned around and grabbed two dumplings, "Dad, there are vermicelli, eggs and leeks in it, but it's delicious, I'll give you a taste. "

Zhong Jianguo opened his mouth and saw Song Zhaodi walk in, he quickly waved to his son: "Go wash your hands and have dinner later."

"I washed it." Zhong Dawa stuffed the dumplings in her mouth and wanted to get them again.

Song Zhaodi grabbed his hand: "It's a little cold, wait for the pot."

"Okay." The eldest child looked at his father, then at Song Zhaodi, rolled his eyes, and led the two younger brothers out to wash hands in the living room.

Zhong Jianguo was afraid that Song Zhaodi would quarrel with him, so he took a look outside and saw his son's back, and couldn't help smiling: "What, Zhaodi, no one will ask you to make clothes in the future. already."

"Why?" Song Zhaodi asked knowingly.

Zhong Jianguo thought of what he had done, and felt a little uncomfortable: "I don't like the old horse, so I will use the old horse to spread the news that you were busy making clothes and forgot to prepare lessons. Even if there are still people If I come to you again, if you say that you are busy, you don’t need to make up reasons, others will treat you as busy preparing for lessons and dare not disturb you.”

"What are you going to do if Zhou Shufen, Lao Ma's daughter-in-law, doesn't come to me to make clothes with a cloth?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Jianguo: "The big boy said that he promised Ma Zhenxing and asked you to make Ma Zhenxing clothes. If it wasn't for the old horse's son, I can't remember asking Lin Zhong to go home and get the clothes. , I won't sleep in a chair for more than a week." After a while, "I solved the problem by myself, can I sleep in bed today?"

"Observe for a month first." Song Zhaodi said, "No one will come to me within a month, and this will be over."

Zhong Jianguo held his forehead: "Then if someone comes to you, I have to sleep in a chair for three months?"

"What do you say?" Song Zhaodi asked back, "A thirty-year-old man, talking and doing things without thinking, if I didn't expect you to protect your family and the country, I really want you to sleep on a chair until autumn."

Zhong Jianguo knew that Song Zhaodi would be so angry, and he lent him courage, but he did not dare to deliberately ask Song Zhaodi for trouble: "When Dawa's mother was there, no one asked her to make clothes, I I didn't expect it."

"When Dawa's mother was there, she didn't dare to bother you with family matters. Even if someone looked for her, you wouldn't necessarily know." Song Zhaodi turned to Zhong Jianguo, "right?"

Zhong Jianguo coughed: "I used to be busier than I am now. A few years ago, Lao Jiang's people came every three days, and I was often away from home for ten days and a half months. It's not that I don't ask about my family. "

"Alas, what kind of man does a city as big as Shencheng want? It's not good to marry someone. I have to marry you. I really don't know what that Baihua thinks." Song Zhaodi saw the pot. Smoke, lift the lid of the pot and put the dumplings in.

Zhong Jianguo was very happy: "What do you think?"

"You have three children, you don't need me to have children." Song Zhaodi said, "This is the main reason."

Zhong Jianguo took a breath, even though I heard Song Zhaodi say it, and more than once, and now I hear her say it again, I still feel stuck and panic: "Three skin boys, don't you feel annoyed? Teacher Song, I think we can have a daughter."

"Are you born?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Jianguo choked.

"It's easy to put it simply, if I have a son, do I have to continue to give birth?" Song Zhaodi said, "You can't guarantee that you will get a girl in one fell swoop, and you don't lack a son, so , let's stop talking about having a baby. Otherwise—"

Zhong Jianguo raised his hand: "I know, don't want to go to your bed in the future."

"It's good to know." The plain stuffed dumplings were easy to cook. Seeing that the pot was boiling, Song Zhaodi washed two cucumbers and made a plate of cold cucumbers.

When Erwa saw dumplings and cucumbers on the table, his father and his mother started to eat them, and they couldn't help but widen their eyes and reminded: "Mother, what about earth-shattering?"

"Idiot, just shoot cucumbers." Zhong Dawa patted on the table, "Is it earth-shattering?"

Zhong Erwa couldn't believe it, turned to Song Zhaodi, full of hope, hoping that Song Zhaodi would say no: "Mother, is that right?"

"Yes." Song Zhaodi patted his head, "Erwa, what do you think earth-shattering should be?"

The best food Zhong Erwa has ever eaten in her life was made by Song Zhaodi. She carefully recalled the dishes Song Zhaodi had cooked, and shook her head: "I don't know, I can't think of it."

"I thought it was chopped chicken." Zhong Dawa said.

Song Zhaodi: "I will kill the rooster tomorrow."

"You said it many times, stepmother." Every time Zhong Dawa feeds the chickens, she wants to slaughter and eat the little rooster. Every time I ask Song Zhaodi, Song Zhaodi also said that the rooster will be slaughtered in a few days, "I can't count how many times you have said it."

Song Zhaodi: "I think when the rooster grows up and then slaughter it, you can eat a big drumstick. Kill it now, the drumstick is too small to eat."

Sweet and sour tomatoes."

Song Zhaodi sighed, not swallowing what was in your mouth: "When your dad goes back to bed, the tomatoes will be ready to eat."

Zhong Dawa and Zhong Erwa turned to Zhong Jianguo at the same time.

Zhong Jianguo was numb from the sight of his two sons: "On International Labor Day."

"It will take so long." Zhong Dawa sighed and pushed the bowl in front of Zhong Jianguo, "I don't want to eat it."

Song Zhaodi preemptively said, "Give it to your father. My younger brother is ready to eat, too. Take my younger brother out to play and come back in a while."

"Okay." Big baby led Sanwa out. He couldn't go wherever he wanted, but he got used to it and didn't find Sanwa troublesome. What's more, there is a second child to help him.

When the three children went out, Zhong Jianguo couldn't wait to say: "You can't be so accustomed to children. Give it to me every time you can't finish it. If I'm not at home, will you eat it?"

"The child eats too much leeks at night and it's uncomfortable to sleep." Song Zhaodi said, "If you don't want to eat it, give it to the duck."

Zhong Jianguo suddenly remembered that he had heard someone say "leek heartburn" before, and coughed, "I'm sorry."

"I hope you will use this place more before you speak and do things." Song Zhaodi pointed to her head, "A few more times, I can guarantee that you will have to find a new mother for a few children."

Zhong Jianguo raised his head abruptly and saw that she was very serious: "I'll keep that in mind." After a while, "I really can't go to bed today?"

"You can also sleep in the guest room if you don't want to sleep on the chair." Song Zhaodi reminded him.

Zhong Jianguo swallowed: "I threw the key of the guest room into the sea, I told you many times."

Song Zhaodi snorted: "It's strange to believe in you. You should eat less, half of the basket of steamed dumplings was eaten by you, be careful not to sleep at night." After speaking, she got up to look for a few children.

Zhong Jianguo rubbed his stomach, looked at the dumplings in the steamed basket, thought about it, and took a bowl to drink some soup.

Song Zhaodi and Banwan Noodles, it is estimated that the whole dumplings can be eaten the next night. As a result, the dumplings in the basket bottomed out the next morning.

Zhong Jianguo couldn't help but hiccup after drinking the last mouthful of rice porridge.

Song Zhaodi couldn't help but ask: "Zhong Jianguo, are you stupid?"

"The food you cook is delicious, not because I'm stupid." Zhong Jianguo said, "If you don't believe me, ask Dawa."

Zhong Dawa nodded: "I can eat a full bowl of the rice my mother makes."

"Right." Zhong Jianguo said, "Can't blame me for eating too much."

Song Zhaodi raised her leg and stepped on his foot: "Blame me?"

"No blame, no blame, blame me." Zhong Jianguo gasped, not daring to provoke Song Zhaodi again, and quickly got up to clean up the dishes.

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi said, "Big baby, Erwa, help your father send chopsticks and bowls to the kitchen."

Zhong Jianguo wanted to say no, but when the words came to his lips, he deliberately left the tableware and chopsticks of Dawa and Erwa and asked them to send them to the kitchen by themselves. However, when he cooperated with Song Zhaodi so much, Song Zhaodi did not soften his heart.

May 1st, the night of International Labor Day, Zhong Jianguo was standing at the door holding the quilt, and Song Zhaodi said no, he immediately turned back to the living room and continued to sleep on the chair.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Song Zhaodi knew he was pretending, but she couldn't help but soften her heart: "Aren't you sleepy?"

His little hand, full of joy, suddenly disappeared, "Zhao Di, I think Sanwa is so old that she can sleep alone."

Song Zhaodi said "um", "Tell him to sleep in his cot?"

"This child is growing too fast, and that bed is a little too small." Zhong Jianguo wanted to nod, afraid that Song Zhaodi would think he was careless again, he thought about it carefully and found the problem, "I'll make another one for him another day. a bed."

Song Zhaodi: "Let's make a two-tiered bed. The eldest baby and the second baby sleep in a bed that is only one meter two wide. When they grow up, it will be uncomfortable to squeeze into the same bed. It's time to make another bed."

Zhong Jianguo said in his heart that the two children are too crowded, at least another ten years. When the words reached his throat, he realized that Song Zhaodi had the intention to live with him all his life, and that he would only think so long-term. He was overjoyed: "I'll go find wood after a few days of spare time. What about the double bed?"

"I draw drawings." Song Zhaodi said.

Zhong Jianguo was very curious: "You were never married and had no children in your last life, how do you know so much about children?" Afraid that Song Zhaodi would get angry, he quickly said, "I don't mean anything else, just Curious."

"At that time, there were children's chairs in the big hotels and small restaurants. I didn't want to see it and I have seen it many times." Song Zhaodi said, "As for the bunk beds, I slept when I was in junior high school and high school. It's a bunk bed."

Zhong Jianguo: "How old were you when you were in junior high school, is your mother rest assured?"

Song Zhaodi glanced at him: "Do you think I lied to you when I said that my father doesn't love my mother? No. My tuition is paid by my grandparents. The college tuition is funded by nobles, and the living expenses are earned by me working part-time. of."

"You are also very interesting, you only pay tuition fees and not living expenses?"

Song Zhaodi: "She gave the school some places, and the school directly waived our tuition. However, when I went abroad for further studies, the noble asked her housekeeper to give me a large sum of money, including tuition and living expenses. inside."

"And the housekeeper?" Zhong Jianguo couldn't calm down, "It's like the tycoon before Shencheng."

Song Zhaodi smiled: "The housekeeper is the housekeeper of her husband's family, and her husband's family is a tycoon in Shencheng. It's not an exaggeration to say that the richest man."

"Then I have to live well." Zhong Jianguo looked at Song Zhaodi in a good mood, "You didn't know the history before, you should know the major events that happened in these years?"

Song Zhaodi nodded: "In a few years, it will be opened to the public. I forgot what year and day it was announced. At the end of this century, except for Lao Jiang's side, all other places were taken back. I Think about what else—"

"Wait a minute, are you going to study history?" Zhong Jianguo stared at her face, seeing that she didn't seem to be acting.

Song Zhaodi: "After junior high school, I chose science in high school. Later, I flew all over the world. Many Spring Festivals were spent with foreigners. When I was busy, I rushed to design drafts. When I get out of the house, when I remember, the commemoration of the national event has already ended. Don't talk about me, can you still recall the content of your junior high school?"

Zhong Jianguo couldn't think of it after thinking about it: "You don't even know about the military?"

"I've watched a few military programs, but I'm not a military fan, I just came to watch it occasionally—"

Zhong Jianguo interrupted her: "Don't say it."

"What's wrong?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Jianguo said: "You talk about the future very well. We have what we want. I will take a look at the training area tomorrow. If we want nothing, I will probably vomit to death."

"You think too much." Song Zhaodi said, "Except for a few easy to remember, such as aircraft carriers, nuclear submarines, and amphibious warships, if you ask me to tell me, I can't tell you. However, you don't If you know it's right, you won't have to say it with a bald mouth one day, and others will think you're crazy."

Zhong Jianguo: "Isn't that true? Wait, Song Zhaodi, dare to confess to me, don't think that 'down with all the bulls, ghosts and snakes' now, even if I tell others that you are a ghost, others will not dare letter?"

"The heart of a villain." Song Zhaodi said, "I dare say it is because you are bold. At first you knew that I was not simple, and you dared to keep me, but later found out that I was not Song Zhaodi, and could not move Sensual, I decided to tell you."

Zhong Jianguo nodded: "I have a lot of courage. However, if you hadn't meddled with your own business, I wouldn't have been so quick to make sure you were harmless."

"I know, I have to thank myself." Song Zhaodi yawned, "I decided to give myself a day off tomorrow."

Zhong Jianguo was stunned and had a bad feeling: "For example?"

"You prepare three meals a day." After Song Zhaodi finished speaking, she put Sanwa in her arms and said, "Turn off the lights without waiting for Zhong Jianguo to speak."

Zhong Jianguo subconsciously turned off the light, his eyes were dark, and he wanted to pass out.

The next day, after breakfast, Zhong Jianguo said that he was very busy and could not come back to cook at noon. However, before Zhong Jianguo finished speaking, the big baby couldn't help cheering, and Zhong Jianguo raised his hand and slapped him on the buttocks in anger.

I didn't grasp the strength and slapped the big baby to tears.

Seeing this, Zhong Jianguo took his coat and ran away, fearing that Song Zhaodi would scold him.

Song Zhaodi is tired.

When Zhong Jianguo came back in the evening, Song Zhaodi didn't quarrel with him, but just drove him to the chair again when he was sleeping.

Zhong Jianguo was used to sleeping on a chair at both ends for three days, and he didn't do anything about sneaking into bed in the middle of the night.

On the second Sunday in May, Zhong Jianguo borrowed a small truck from the army to pull two beds, and the beds were assembled. Climbing from below to above, I can't wait to stick to the bed.

At night, the brothers abandoned the old bed and chose a new bed.

At this time, you don't need a quilt to sleep at night, just a towel blanket. Song Zhaodi tied a blanket to Sanwa's stomach and put Sanwa on the bottom of the bunk bed.

Erwa was not happy, "Mother, this is my bed."

"Then this child is your brother?" Song Zhaodi asked, "I used to be able to sleep with my brother, but now I can't sleep with my brother?"

Erwa choked: "Then you ask your brother to sleep with his brother."

"The top is too high, and my brother will fall when he rolls down." Song Zhaodi said, "The bottom is short, and his brother will not fall if he rolls down." Afraid that the child would not sleep honestly, Song Zhaodi deliberately made a very old one. The very old quilt was placed beside the bed. "You two sleep sideways. When my brother grows up, I'll let him sleep alone, okay?"

Zhong Jianguo was waiting for bed, when he saw Xiao Erwa frowning and tangled: "You don't allow my brother to sleep? I'll make a new bunk bed tomorrow, only for my brother, who wants to sleep on top of it. Above, if you want to sleep below, sleep below."

"Okay, okay." Erwa glared at the sleeping child and couldn't help muttering, "I really want to beat him."

Zhong Jianguo hurriedly said, "Brother is crying, you can coax yourself."

"Dad!" Erwa said loudly, "I'll cry now."

Zhong Jianguo smiled: "Do you want me to slap you and make you cry faster?"

"Dad, we are going to bed." Zhong Dawa said, "You and your mother should go to bed too."

Zhong Jianguo gave the eldest son a thumbs up, and then shouted: "Zhao Di, go."

"Daddy, when you get up to pee at night, remember to check if your brother is still in bed." Song Zhaodi said, and suddenly thought, "Daddy, come down and sleep."

Zhong Dawa does not understand: "Why?"

"I'm afraid you'll be confused at night." Zhong Jianguo also thought of it, walked over and carried the big baby down, "sleep with my brother."

Zhong Dawa didn't dare to sleep on it after thinking about it carefully, but when she saw the bed she made, she was reluctant: "Dad, if I don't urinate at night, can I sleep on the upper floor? "

"Yes." Zhong Jianguo said, "If you can stay at night for a month, I will agree to you sleeping on it." He put the thread blanket on top of several children, "I Turn off the lights."

Zhong Dawa nodded.

Zhong Jianguo took Song Zhaodi back to the room and bolted the door from the inside.

Song Zhaodi couldn't help laughing and crying: "Zhong Jianguo, you have three children."

"It has nothing to do with how many children you have." Zhong Jianguo pushed the person onto the bed, looked at the light, and then looked at Song Zhaodi, coughed slightly, a little embarrassed, "Can't you turn off the lights?"

Song Zhaodi was happy: "I don't care. Whatever you want, I can cooperate."

Zhong Jianguo took a breath: "Song Zhaodi! Tell me honestly, how many people did you have in your last life?"

"Not much, it's more than you anyway." Song Zhaodi tore off his belt, "If you keep grinding, it will be dawn."

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