It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s] - Chapter 57

    Jiang Shuangling was still a little sore when she woke up. She slept for a long time, Qi Heng didn’t wake her up, and the children didn’t wake her up. She was the only one in the family who was still greedy on the bed.

    Therefore, today’s Jiang Shuangling frees her hands, and she is not the one who cooks breakfast.

    —It’s Qi Heng.

    However, unfortunately, Qi Heng only makes steamed buns.

    Jiang Shuangling put on her clothes, and she was greeted by a basket of white-faced steamed buns that just came out of the pot, each of which was the size of a human fist, and had a very visual impact. Each steamed bun was very large in size Evenly and neatly arranged in the steamer.

    Four people sat at the dining table and had dinner.

    Breakfast is steamed bread with pickles.

    The steamed buns were made by Qi Heng, and the pickles were pickled by Jiang Shuangling before.

    The two children looked at each other with white steamed buns bigger than their fists. Compared with the big meal last night, today’s breakfast can be said to be extraordinarily simple.

    Qi Yue: “Dad, is our family out of money?”

    Jiang Che: “I can eat less.”

    Qi Heng lowered his head and bit the bun: “…”

    Jiang Shuangling laughed: “If we don’t have money, we can eat steamed bread with white flour? This is what your father, Ah Yue, wants. How about trying his craftsmanship.”

    Qi Yue took a bite and was stunned.

    Jiang Che took a bite and was also stunned.

    Jiang Shuangling bit into the big steamed bun with her little white teeth. The first feeling was…it was very hard.

    Very powerful.

    Toothache from chewing.

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    It seems that I, a southerner, can’t really eat steamed buns.

    It takes a good mouth.

    So Comrade Xiao Jiang had to go to work again, went to the kitchen to cook a pot of soup, and a few people swallowed the “white brick” made by Comrade Qi with the soup.

    “Qi Heng, why didn’t you go to the cooking class for further education?”

    Qi Heng: “I can only dig a stove.”

    Jiang Shuangling was shocked: “You still do this?”

    Seeing his wife’s too shocked eyes, Qi Heng was silent.

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    It’s not to dig coal, and it’s nothing to be shocked. It just feels that he doesn’t match his dog and man.

    It turned out that he couldn’t eat the “white slabs” made by Qi Heng himself, and there were still several steamed buns left.

    Jiang Shuangling didn’t understand why he could make the steamed buns like this. Logically speaking, it shouldn’t be like this when kneading the steamer normally…

    She looked at those big white steamed buns and thought that they should not be wasted, no matter how unpalatable it was, she had to eat it “with all the heart and the whole family”, “Keep the steamed buns for us to eat at night. .”

    What Jiang Shuangling didn’t expect was that Qi Heng also collapsed.

    Three bitter gourd faces were placed in front of them, a look of decline.

    Forgot they were going to take a family photo in the city today? This is where the expression belongs to the family portrait.

    Qi Yue asked cautiously, “Mom, are you still cooking?”

    Jiang Che: “…I’ll eat less.” He couldn’t help clenching his sleeves, still worried that the family had eaten too much recently and would start to be strapped.

    Qi Heng: “…”

    Jiang Shuangling: “Qi Heng, don’t make steamed buns next time, let’s eat noodles.”

    Although Jiang Shuangling finished eating the “white bricks” produced by Qi Heng, the first thought that came to her mind was not to let this foreman Qi go to the kitchen to make bricks, but she thought about it later , cooking is not something that people are born with, so if you don’t, you should practice more. You should give Comrade Qi a chance to exercise.

    Believe that failure is the mother of success.

    After Jiang Shuangling finished speaking, in order not to undermine the enthusiasm of the other party, she subconsciously added a compliment: “Actually, the shape of this steamed bun is still well kneaded, and it is very beautiful.”

    Qi Yue and Jiang Che couldn’t help shaking their heads.

    Jiang Shuangling: “…Let’s go out, little guys, let’s take a family photo.”

    Don’t put on a bitter face.

    The family of four took a car to Rongcheng. Qi Heng wanted to go straight to the photo studio, but Jiang Shuangling took him and took the children to the department store and bought a lot of candy , I bought some halva candy, orange candy, plum candy.

    Candy can make you happy.

    Jiang Shuangling assigned everyone to eat a candy first to relieve the symptoms of bitter gourd face in the morning. The two children ate the candy and their mood was relieved a lot. A grown-up jumped up and down, occasionally going to the edge of the cupboard to look around.

    Qi Heng pursed his lips and refused to eat any candy.

    “Plum candy, halva, orange candy… Or the big white rabbit over there, would you choose one?” Lemon candy, otherwise this candy is definitely the most suitable for Qi Heng.

    “Family, we all eat, we can’t be without you, right? Comrade Qi Heng, you can’t be left behind.”

    Qi Heng lowered his eyes and pointed helplessly at Huamei Tang.

    Jiang Shuangling smiled and peeled off the plum candy and fed it to him, then dragged the people around her to take the two children to the photo studio.

    All four of them were eating candy, and the sweet smell of candy around them finally managed to save the morning sequelae of bitter gourd face.

    The owner of the photo studio is a cheerful middle-aged man with a mustache. He pinched the mustache around his nose and welcomed them into the photo studio. Among the two children, except Qi Yue, Jiang Che walked into the photo studio for the first time. Although Qi Yue came to the photo studio to take pictures when he was a child, he has no memory.

    So the two of them ran around in the photo studio as if they had discovered a new world, like a rabbit scurrying in the grass. There were many photos posted on the wall of the photo studio. Lots of different faces and clothes, very eye-catching.

    The boss smiled and didn’t mind these noisy children at all, and said to Jiang Shuangling and his wife: “Your family really looks alike.”

    Jiang Shuangling: “…” I don’t know what the boss misunderstood.

    They took a few pictures in the photo studio and said they would take them when Jiang Shuangling went to the training class in two days.

    After taking the photos, they went to the state-run restaurant for a meal and ordered four dishes. Compared with the white bricks in the morning, the treatment was almost heaven and earth. The two little guys are trying to cook rice.

    After eating the steamed buns made by Qi Heng, they realized how delicious the food in their mouths was.

    But…

    Jiang Che raised his head in the middle of the rice: “It’s still delicious made by my sister.”

    Qi Yue nodded, Qi Heng also nodded.

    Jiang Shuangling was a little happy to be said, thinking that she had blown so many rainbow farts to these three stinky brothers, and now she can finally get reverse rainbow farts.

    “When I go back in the evening, I’ll make fried buns for you.” Jiang Shuangling felt that there might be room for salvation by remodeling the tiles Qi Heng made in the morning.

    However, hearing her say this, the big and two sitting in front of her froze.

    Qi Yue: “Mom, I want to eat.”

    Jiang Che: “I want to eat too.”

    Qi Heng: “…” He also wants to eat.

    Jiang Shuangling smiled at Qi Heng’s face, so is it really you who can defeat her?

    So why can he make steamed buns so bad.

     “Don’t worry, I’ll turn the steamed buns into vegetables.”

    Despite what she said, the other three in the family were not very relieved. They were afraid that they would get into trouble at night. The attention of the people next to you.

    Jiang Shuangling: “…” The three at home are delicious.

    Qi Heng carried a large bag and a small bag in his hand, and the family walked on the bridge along the river. The last time Jiang Shuangling came alone, it was the season when the catkins were flying. catkins.

    The two children chased and fought on the wide white stone bridge, Jiang Shuangling and Qi Heng walked side by side behind.

    They returned to the family courtyard at two or three o’clock in the afternoon. Before they reached the gate of the courtyard, Jiang Shuangling heard a loud noise.

    It was Luo Hongchun, and there were two people beside her trying to persuade her.

     “Why did you choose her? I’m not as good as that woman surnamed Zhou. I obviously teach better in class.”

    “I’m going to Mr. Yao’s theory.”

    “The surnamed Zhou must have gone through the back door…”

    “The teacher’s job should be mine—”

    “Sister Luo, don’t make trouble, this was voted by everyone.”

    “The appointment has been made, forget it, there is a chance next time.”

    …

    Luo Hongchun was led farther and farther away. She was not up for the position of primary school Chinese teacher, but was won by another short woman, Zhou Huijuan, who she thought was far inferior to her.

    As soon as Jiang Shuangling heard Luo Hongchun’s voice, she couldn’t help thinking of the bicycle at home.

    The poor bicycle is still leaning against the wall and eating ashes, no one cares, Qi Yue and Jiang Che are willing to try to ride a bicycle, but their legs are too short.

    Sometimes the two of them would play with the bicycle as a toy, turning the pedals manually and listening to the sound of the chain turning with the wheels.

    “Qi Heng, you’re fine this afternoon, accompany me to practice cycling.”

    Qi Heng nodded and agreed to help her with Jiang Shuangling’s car while practicing.

    With such a big man by her side, she rides the bicycle really steadily, no one has fallen off the bicycle, but the bicycle still hasn’t learned how to ride.

    “Wait, I seem to have made progress, did I just step out a distance of 1.5 meters before falling down? Qi Heng, did you notice it just now? Did I ride twice as fast? rice

    “…Why do I feel like three meters?” Jiang Shuangling’s mouth twitched, feeling that she had made great progress.

    Qi Heng is an honest man, always telling the truth: “About two feet—”

    That is more than 60 centimeters, plus the so-called bicycle body, maybe it can barely make up two or three meters.

    Jiang Shuangling: “…I think I have ridden a long way.”

    Qi Heng glanced at her expressionlessly, and silently looked at the footprints left where he stood before.

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    It seems that it is really just an illusion in her mind.

    Can’t a dog man say something nice to coax her?

    “Qi Heng, don’t be too serious in front of women, especially in front of your own women. For example, you can occasionally tell a little white lie to make me happy.”

    Qi Heng nodded in agreement: “Okay.”

    “Then how far did I ride before I fell?”

    Qi Heng: “…one meter.”

    Jiang Shuangling: “Can you increase your kindness towards your woman a little more?”

    Qi Heng nodded helplessly: “Two meters.”

    Jiang Shuangling: “I hope to be more kind!

    Qi Heng: “Ten meters.”

    “…Your woman thinks that your kindness this time is too hypocritical, can you be less hypocritical, otherwise it will appear that I am a little unreasonable.”

    I was idle anyway, Jiang Shuangling had the cheek to fight with Qi Heng.

    Qi Heng: “Three meters.”

    Jiang Shuangling: “You finally said the correct answer.”

    Qi Heng: “…the goodwill is enough this time?”

    “Almost, well, let’s continue practicing.”

    …

    Although she still did not learn to ride a bicycle in the end, Jiang Shuangling accumulated a lot of “goodwill”, which temporarily relieved her disappointment that she did not learn to ride a bicycle.

    “Xue Li, I have your letter.”

    When Xue Li had given up her obsession with the submission, she received a letter from Rongcheng pictorial.

    The postman Xu, who was familiar with her face, teased her: “I used to ask for it every day, but now the rejection letter has come, why are you not active??”

    Because of Xue Li’s daily harassment, Xu Postman already knew what drawing Xue Li seemed to have submitted and was waiting for the rejection letter.

    Her mother said they were joking, they only learned to draw for a few days, how could they be selected for the pictorial.

    “Rejection? Rejection letter?” Xue Li blinked in surprise.

    Even if you are not selected, you can return the artwork.

    “You send me the rejection letter.”