Chapter 27： Bronze pot-boiled meat, the shrimp are gone? ...

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

The boy's concealed blue short-sleeved T-shirt was clean, except for a pocket of the same color on his right chest, and nothing was clean.

Where did the red lanyard that had been hanging on his chest gone? Why didn’t he hang the key to the boiler room on his chest?

It won't be careless...

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

Song Qiaoxi stood on tiptoe and asked anxiously.

A hand stretched out into the T-shirt pocket of Chu Jin's chest, and his little head leaned in. Before the little fleshy hand touched the T-shirt, Chu Jin raised his hand to support his forehead.

"Not lost." Chu Jin said blankly.

"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 "One Hundred Thousand Whys" deep in his heart went online again.

There is a key hanging around his neck, proving that he is already an older child and has the right to independently control the house key. Who will take it down?

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

"No reason......"

Chu Jin released the palm that lightly held her forehead, lowered his arm, as if he didn't want to answer this question, turned and continued to walk towards the boiler room.

Nuo Dangzi has always had a good temper, but he was not upset.

She touched the candy in her pocket with one hand, and her sandals stomped on the concrete floor, "clicking", closely following his ass.

The little mouth murmured, "Well, why on earth? Now, where did you put the key? Be careful to put it away. Is it safe or not?

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

Chu Jin didn't stop, walked unhurriedly, and didn't say a word.

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

I was used to this silent and uncomfortable audience, Song Qiaoxi returned to her original position, only to realize that the "hook" she just released did not hook Chu Jin, but instead hooked herself.

If she is not allowed to finish the whole story now, it will almost kill her.

Nuo Tuanzi pretended to be profound and continued: "As a result, guess what?"

"..."

The boy pursed his mouth without squinting.

"That was the winter of last year. It's almost the New Year. Ding Yi didn't know why during that time. Maybe it was because he ate too much pork head. In short, his head became a bit bigger than before.

Nuo Tuanzi didn't forget to sum it up, and made a conclusion, nodding his head thinking that it made sense.

Chu Jin on the side heard her "What to eat and replenish what", and couldn't help but glanced at the dumpling.

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

According to this logic, Song Qiaoxi gnawed six chicken wings at once, and wouldn't he be able to grow three pairs of wings at the back by then?

Swinging her little head, Song Qiaoxi continued to immerse herself in her memories, describing the scene vividly, "Then, Dad Ding dragged him into the window sill, and his head just got stuck in the anti-theft window railing. If you can't get in, you can't get out.

Then Ding Yi cried, crying that Ding's father is a ‘big monster’ and wanted to murder him. He had long seen his son dislike him. He only wanted his sister Ding Miao!

Wow, don’t look at it when you dare not speak loudly. He yelled so loudly that day, the whole compound heard it..."

"Later, my dad and dad Wang took the boss’s pliers and clipped the anti-theft net before Ding Yi came out. So you see, this incident tells us that we must put the key in place. I think you should hang it up. On the neck, it’s not easy to lose it like this..."

It was too high to explain the point of view, Xiao Nuo Tuan patronized his head and said, without noticing that the people in front stopped, and slammed his head into Chu Jin's arms again.

Fortunately, after knocking so many times, have all knocked out experience?

This time, the forehead first touched the boy's chest, the nose did not hit, and the forehead touched the soft T-shirt. The girl's head was quite iron and did not feel any pain.

"Well......"

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

She smiled embarrassedly, Song Qiaoxi touched her forehead and stuck her tongue out, "Um... here, really fast, you, won't you open the door?"

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

Ok?

Nuo Tuanzi blinked at him.

"three times......"

The boy's pretty eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he said softly.

He put down his hand, took out the key tied with the red string from his trouser pocket, and opened his palm to show Song Qiaoxi.

Leaning over, Nuo Tuanzi took a closer look. This key is a bit different from his own key. It is bigger, and the four-sided shape has serrations on it?

But, why let her see the key?

And that three times...

Well what does that mean?

Lifting her head suspiciously, Song Qiaoxi blinked blankly, her mouth pouted.

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

Chu Jin said lightly, retracted his palm, turned around and walked 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, and turned his head to see Nuo Tuanzi's wide-eyed eyes.

It looks like thinking, and it's like being sleepy from eating too much...

What is thinking about every day in Xiao Nuo Tuan's quirky mind?

Chu Jin couldn't figure it out either.

I just feel that Song Qiaoxi is always surprised, her words are astonishing, and she is completely innocent when she meets her.

"Ah, enough for a walk, don't you go back for lunch?"

Taking off the heavy schoolbag on his shoulders and placing it on the shelf at the door, Chu Jin reminded the little girl who didn't know which fantasy and wonderland she had "wandered" to.

"Oh......"

Song Qiaoxi agreed mumu.

But his mind seemed to be awakened, and a white light flashed like a lightning, and it suddenly dawned on him.

It turned out that Chu Jin was afraid that he would bump his head?

How could he be so good? He can remember a little thing, be so friendly to his friends, and have nothing to do with the extreme and vicious "big villain" described in the book.

"For you, this is the first time I saw such a whistle lollipop." Song Qiaoxi almost forgot, and quickly took out the candy, stuffed it into Chu Jin's hand, and waved to him, "I'm going home for lunch break, come to call in the evening. You eat."

She was in a very good mood, hopping along the holly flowerbed towards the family building.

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

On the way home, Song Qiaoxi pondered over the past few months, the changes in her parents, the changes in Chu Jin, and even the changes in her friends.

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

This made her firmer and determined to completely change the plot.

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

In 1997, two important things were written in the old memory book.

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

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

Only the row of the neighborhood committee and the boiler room was kept, and the workers' bungalows of Ding Yi and Ding Miao's house were to be demolished.

At that time, the workers in the printing factory will move to the current newspaper staff's family building, and the newspaper staff will select the new building based on their job title and seniority.

The story in the book is still fresh in her memory. In the end, Mom and Dad did not choose the house of their choice, probably because the original owner stabbed some big basket at school and the teacher urgently invited the parents.

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

After dealing with the original owner’s "mischief", the other colleagues have basically picked them up, leaving only those units with bad locations, bad orientations, and bad floors.

Song Qiaoxi knew that being able to change to a larger house was something her mother had been looking forward to for a long time. What's more, if the house was changed to a three-bedroom house, there would be an extra bedroom...

Is it true that Chu Jin would be willing to come to live at home?

In any case, this time, Nuo Tuanzi made up his mind to guard the new house of their old Song family!

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1997 arrived as scheduled.

Qizhou's autumn neck is very short, almost not short, and it seems to be a night into winter.

But the winter in Qizhou City is very lovely. This northern capital city is almost surrounded by mountains. There is a small gap to the north. Several hills surround this ancient city like a cradle.

Glancing at the spring water in the old city, it doesn't freeze in winter, and the "gudongdong" bubbling like a hot steam, looks gratifying.

In winter here, it is often sunny, and there are few northwest winds like "knife-cutting".

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 of a ghost horse elf.

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

There is only a short one-day holiday on New Year's Day. Three weeks later, the little peasants in Class 5 of the first grade of the Normal Primary School will have their first final exams in their lives.

Unlike the pre-kindergarten exams, which are more relaxed, the primary school in 1997 has not reduced the burden, nor has it implemented quality education. Even for the first grade exams, the examination room discipline is very strict.

This time the final exam, the 60 or 70 children in the class felt a lot of pressure.

The final exam for the first grade was scheduled for Tuesday, January 28, 1997, and was held for a whole day.

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

Go to school to get transcripts, papers, a one-semester "teacher's comment" handbook, and winter vacation homework.

Song Qiaoxi got used to sitting in the last row of the classroom after a semester.

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

Going to the first grade of elementary school again, but also discovered the advantage of sitting in the last row, that is, "the emperor is far away from the sky", and the teacher can't control it.

No, I can't say that I can't control it at all. It's true that it's loose.

The first-year course is too simple for her, and it is probably true for Chu Jin, so the two little people often read "free books" in the back seat.

Chu Jin read his English book, and sometimes took the Olympic Mathematics textbook to calculate the two things. Anyway, Song Qiaoxi couldn't mix the two things, so she could only stare at it.

Xiao Nuo Tuan is currently reading "Anne of the Green Gables" and "Pipi Lulu Xixi". Every day, my little head is immersed in the world of whimsy and cannot extricate himself from it.

But one thing has to be said, she admires Chu too much.

Even when reading an English book, if the teacher asks them both, he can give an accurate answer the first time. The character set is as cool as the clairvoyance and wind ears in "Journey to the West"!

For ordinary classes, the students in the last row have relatively average grades. It's just that the grade one and fifth class of grade 96 in the elementary school attached to the normal school has a pair of small students at the same table in the last row, which is considered famous.

Song Qiaoxi had just stepped off the stage, holding the teacher's graded paper, shook her head "Tsk Tsk".

Alas...the points deducted are all rolled noodles?

Well, that's not wrong. If you want to blame it, I'll blame myself. It's really ugly.

Not only is it ugly, but also because she thinks the math problem is too simple, and the steps to complete the problem are not clear, so she can't wait to fill in the answer directly. Fortunately, the teacher judged the paper loosely and did not deduct points.

Hearing Teacher Feng called Chu Jin's name, he got up, went to the podium and took the paper back.

Chu Jin sat back on the long bench, and Nuo Tuanzi's little brain "whooped" over and saw the red and gorgeous 100 points in the upper right corner of the paper and the neatly rolled surface, especially the characters, written like a hard pen calligraphy copybook. .

Worthy of being a cub who has practiced "Liu Gongquan"! The words are just like their own, tall and beautiful.

"Wow, you are all full marks."

She whispered, giving Chu Jin a thumbs up, still staring at the podium, fearing that the teacher would find her speaking in class.

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

Teacher Feng on the podium finished sending out the papers, clapped his palms, and asked the primary school chickens to concentrate, "Whose little eyes have you seen the teacher?"

Nuo Tuanzi immediately sat down on the board, and placed his own paper on the table.

"All the students got their grades, so let me summarize this semester and the final exam situation in our class. Most of the students have made great progress..."

Teacher Feng's voice is clear and crisp, summarizing the results and performance of the first-year Xiaodouding throughout the semester.

This semester, the grades of the five classes of grade one were good, ranking second among the five classes of the grade division, and the grades were much better than those of the children's classes of previous years.

Children with exceptionally good grades were praised.

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

For another example, the pair of small tablemates sitting in the last row of the classroom, Chu Jin and Song Qiaoxi.

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

The little boy is too talented. There is no question about how clever he is. He doesn't have to spend any more words. He can be a good material for the future. He has already been attracted by the senior Olympiad teachers.

So, Chu Jin got the first place in the class, and the teachers were not surprised at all.

Song Qiaoxi was a surprise to the teachers.

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

Teacher Feng also praised her, praised her improvement in grades, good popularity in the class, praised her willingness to help others, cheerful, optimistic, lively, always like a glowing little sun, all teachers and classmates like her.

In the class, except for Jiang Qisheng and his small attendants, their expressions were sour, and they were all in the middle and upper reaches of the grade.

The other students in the class clapped their hands spontaneously and gave them three warm applause, all sincere and enthusiastic little faces looked at them.

Xiaodouding in the lower grades does not have much sense of competition. Most of the children are very simple, applaud whoever is great and sincerely congratulate them.

Nuo Tuanzi lowered her head a little shyly, curled her large wavy ponytail that fell to her chest with one hand, and smiled embarrassedly.

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

Won the top three in the class!

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

Ok?

It's over, it seems to be dragging the "Little Gang of Five"...

The two brothers looked at each other, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes, as if to say, Xixi came over and asked, how can we make up? At the end of the first class, as expected, Song Qiaoxi ran to the sixth row where Wang Junyang and Ding Yi sat.

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

Immediately, I got two bitter faces that laughed more ugly than crying.

"Oh...I was too full that day, so sleepy during the exam, I didn't have the energy to do the papers well..."

Wang Junyang curled his lips, folded the paper indiscriminately, and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

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

Hate that iron is not steel and shook her head, Song Qiaoxi patted her forehead, "Yes, you two are a reason, you can ask Miaomiao if you don't, or you can ask Chu Jin, if you can't, there will be me."

"Oh, you just leave us alone. These things are very simple. We just don’t want to play too well and give you the top few places so much pressure. You wait. When we reach the second grade, we will play our true level. Absolutely. Won first and second place! Now, now we are letting you..."

Perhaps the results have been settled, Wang Junyang began to release "brilliant rhetoric" at this time, anyway, bragging about not having to pay taxes.

Do not forget to pull Ding Yi, although Ding Yi has been shrinking into the corner, showing a "fear, social society" expression.

Ugh...how can these two kids be treated?

Song Qiaoxi sighed and looked at them helplessly.

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

Hope...I hope they can cheer up in the next semester and work hard to be a good baby with all-round development in morality, intelligence, physical education, and art!

She had already thought of Wang Junyang and Ding Yi's New Year's wishes in advance.

"Ling Ling Ling..."

The hurried class bell rang, and Nuo Tuanzi turned around one step at a time and returned to the last row to sit down.

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

When the teacher finished distributing the winter vacation homework books, the sound of the end of get out of class sounded, and all the children had been looking forward to the happy and relaxing winter vacation officially began!

Uh......

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

Song Qiaoxi’s family lives at 102 on the first floor, Wang Junyang’s at 302 on the third floor, and Ding Yi and Ding Miao’s homes in the bungalows of the printing factory workers not far away.

On the night when she got her transcript, Song Qiaoxi was playing with the doll in the small room, and she heard the piercing brakes of Mama Wang's Jetta, and she slammed the door with a "choking".

Upon hearing this movement, she guessed that Dad Wang had already called in advance to "report the letter."

Mother Wang’s high-heeled shoes "dada" sounded like the sound of "war drums" before the start of the war.

The sound of "War Drums" stopped abruptly after arriving on the third floor. Not long after, Wang Junyang's cries of suspected killing of pigs came from 302.

Because Ding Yi and Ding Miao's homes were far away, Nuo Tuanzi didn't hear anything at first.

But when Song Qiaoxi went to ask Chu Jin to have dinner, in the boiler room, she clearly heard the "Hedong Lion Roar" from Ding Yi's mother's voice.

Anyway, that night, the compound was extraordinarily lively, eh, or maybe it was not peaceful?

The atmosphere of many people can be described as "people turn their backs on horseback", "chicken fly dog ​​jump", "crying father and calling mother"...

The so-called is... How many happy and sad, right?

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

Today is the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month. On the New Year’s Eve, the Song family’s tradition is to eat lamb hot pot.

Father Song got a serious copper pot from nowhere, burned the smokeless charcoal outside the house, and shouted: "Xi Xi, Chu Jin, don't take the road!"

With a chill on his body, he rushed into the living room with a copper-yellow cauldron with a chimney smoky.

"Oh, didn't you mean the smokeless charcoal you bought? Why is it still so smokey..."

Mother came out of the kitchen carrying the red mandarin duck thermos, fanned in front of her nose with one hand, and directed her father to open the living room window.

In the kettle, she had cooked the white soup in advance, without saying a word, "walala" was poured into the copper pot.

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

There are three big plates of red and bright lamb rolls, green Chinese cabbage, white and translucent vermicelli, green wormwood stalks, neatly packed frozen tofu, fresh big prawns, hot pot **** of various flavors, and a few heads of sugar Garlic, four small bowls of tahini sauce, a small plate of leeks, green onion, coriander...

The whole room was filled with the scent of broth, and the hot copper pot began to "gurgle" boiling, casting a layer of mist on the windows.

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

Seeing her mother throwing green onion, sliced ​​ginger, wolfberry, red dates and other ingredients into the copper pot, Song Qiaoxi almost jumped on the sofa excitedly.

Nuo Tuanzi read the comic strip at the head of the sofa, and Chu Jin reads the book at the end of the sofa.

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

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

It's no wonder Song Qiaoxi is so happy, because the transcripts he got before the holiday can be regarded as a solid face for mom and dad.

Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin were married and didn't expect much of their girls' achievements.

Thinking that my daughter hasn't been scouring for most of the year, the chance of "doing things" is greatly reduced. First let the child take care of her, and the grades are acceptable. The requirements are not high, as long as she is happy.

No one had thought that Song Qiaoxi directly took the third place in the class, and the class teacher's comments were filled with hundreds of words, which were all beautiful words.

"Friendly classmates", "caring for the collective", "willing to help others", "diligence", etc., I used to write a page full of words that were completely indifferent to my daughters and daughters.

Qiao Qin also deliberately read Xixi's test papers, which really made her math teacher smile and shook her head.

On the paper, the only deduction is not because of the wrong question, but the various points deducted? !

Also, the words of the girl, is it a bit arrogant?

Alas, remove the mother-in-law filter, to be honest, it is really, uh, pretty ugly...

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

Very nice little girl's house, written like a dog, but it's okay...

And Chu Jin really lived up to expectations and took the first place in the class.

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

The first grade parent meeting was held by Qiao Qin for the two children. Teacher Feng held Qiao Qin for a long time to praise. Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin both praised that these two small classmates were excellent.

Teacher Feng said in amazement that he had never seen a seven-year-old child written so vigorously and powerfully, so that Mother Song could nurture him and his future would be boundless.

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

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

"okay!"

Xiao Nuo Tuan promised loudly, letting go of the shaky Chu Jin with a look of lovelessness, jumped off the sofa, stepped on her pink bunny cotton slippers and rushed into the bathroom.

As I turned on the tap, I heard Chu Jin's steady footsteps.

Song Qiaoxi has learned well, so she doesn't dare to just wet her hands anymore.

Honestly sing the "Seven-step Handwashing Song" and wash every finger under the silent gaze of the boy.

Wiping it clean with the towel, she ostentatiously raised both hands and shook them in front of Chu Jin. It seemed that he nodded and passed, just like the little piglet passed the stamp, "beep", and passed the quarantine.

Chu Jin looked at the cute look of Nuo Tuanzi, endured it, and tried his best to stop smiling.

Her white round face was lightly pink, and she squeezed her eyes with rich expression, as if showing off to him, do you think I'm great?

If the washing is clean or not, please praise me, you praise me!

"Ok......"

He nodded slightly, indicating that Song Qiaoxi could leave.

Seeing her anxiously pad her toes, she thought someone was hungry for three days without a bite.

Who would have thought that in an afternoon of kung fu, Nuo Dangzi ate four or five sugar tangerines, ate half a sesame sugar melon, gnawed on the sofa and ate half a pack of dried beef, and drank a bottle of Jianlibao... ....

"Look at you in a hurry. Slow down." Chu Jin, who was slowly washing his hands, heard Uncle Song say Song Qiaoxi with a smile in the living room, and then shouted loudly, "Daughter-in-law, the sesame sauce sesame seed cake will be heated last. Come on, start eating first. What about Xiao Chu?"

When he was making soap, he just wanted to reply to Uncle Song, and the sweet little milk of glutinous dumplings rang out first, "Dad, Chu Jin washes his hands, come over right away, let's heat him a sesame sauce biscuits? He eats meat. Eat less, I'm afraid he won't be full."

"Yes, then dad warm him up first, daughter-in-law! Come over and eat, I'm going to heat the biscuits..."

"Oh, I got my hands dirty, don't you come here. Put the meat on the children first. The frozen tofu can be boiled in. Cook a little longer and give Xiao Chu a little bit of shrimp. I don't think he likes meat very much. Shrimp. Eat more fish."

Chu Jin has washed away 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 stronger than before, and his hair was longer. The person in the mirror gave him a strange and familiar feeling.

In the past six months, he has grown taller. Uncle Song will record the heights 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 seemed that he had completely integrated into the Song family and became a member of the Song family.

There was a lively conversation between the three of the Song family. Chu Jin put his hands on the cold border of the sink, facing himself in the mirror with red eyes, whispering to himself: "Mom and dad, I'm fine, no need Concerned about..."

Turn around to leave the small enclosed space and return to the lively and cozy living room.

This meal, two adults and two cubs, eat as much as they want.

Shabu lamb with sesame sauce, some leeks, one bite of meat and one bite of sugar and garlic, it’s so exciting!

Chu Jin doesn’t eat much meat. Old Song’s family of three, his father and daughter are carnivores. They work **** mutton and eat happily. Song’s mother doesn’t like greasy food. She likes vegetarian vegetables, tofu, and fans, and eats less. A little meatballs.

The large plate of shrimp on the table, which 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 already slow to eat, he suddenly lags behind a lot of glutinous dumplings at the dinner table.

Song Qiaoxi has already reached the stage of eating cabbage and wormwood stalks, biting the cabbage leaves in the bowl while blowing her breath, "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 how slowly she peeled the shrimp.

The boy turned his pale and slender hands up and down, moving smoothly, and soon a plump and white shrimp jumped into his bowl completely.

Xiao Nuo Tuan likes to eat meat in large mouthfuls, and has always been uninterested in any food that needs to be peeled. I don't know if children have this mentality and always think that the things in other people's bowls are the best.

Looking at the shrimps that Chu Jin peeled, they quickly piled up five or six in a bowl. They were neatly stacked together, unexpectedly they looked a bit delicious?

Hmm, I'm a bit greedy...

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

Put the chopsticks on the table, roll up the sleeves, reach out and start peeling the shrimp like Chu Jin.

"Sigh! Hot and hot..."

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

Hurry up and put both hands on the earlobes, the Nuo Dianzi was so hot that he sucked in breath.

Father Song shook his head, stopped the chopsticks in his hand and took a look. It is probably a bit red, "Tsk, silly girl, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, wait until it's cold."

"But, will it taste bad when it's cold?"

Song Qiaoxi muttered a little frustratedly, her mouth pursed.

The last stubbornness of eating food is to take the food in the most perfect state.

Shrimp is cold, surely the taste will be greatly reduced, right?

Just thinking about it, a shadow quickly flashed in front of his eyes.

When the glutinous dumplings look down again, the shrimp in the bowl is gone...