Married to the Northwest, the soft-waisted wife was spoiled by the rough man

But this way of expressing gratitude is a bit too simple.

The three men kowtowed to her and knelt down. When Ji Sisi recalled the scene just now, her heart beat faster and her heart ached slightly. Ji Sisi covered her chest and took a deep breath.

The psychological pressure was really great. Ji Sisi felt that she was destined not to be an emperor. After all, three people knelt down to her, and she was so anxious that she almost jumped out of her chest.

"Sisters-in-law, it's sunny outside, let's go in and sit down and talk."

Ji Sisi invited everyone into the living room, took out some fruit candies for the two children, and took out some fruits and snacks bought yesterday to treat Li Hongying and Huang Qiaomei.

This was the first time that someone came to her house to chat seriously. One was the battalion commander's lover, and the other was the director's lover. She couldn't treat them badly.

"Sister-in-law, don't mention it now that it's over. Just be careful next time."

Nine out of ten sentences Huang Qiaomei spoke were spent thanking her. Ji Sisi was flattered and wanted to change the subject to talk about something else.

"What are your two names, and how old are you?"

Ji Sisi turned around and asked about the two people sitting on the sofa, one big and one small. The big one was a boy, a head shorter than her, and looked to be about ten years old. The small one was a girl, about seven or eight years old, and looked a bit like Huang Qiaomei.

Huang Qiaomei looked at the children and said, "Auntie Sisi is asking you."

The oldest one answered first, "My name is Fu Weiming, I'm twelve years old, thank you Aunt Sisi for the candy, and thank you Aunt Sisi for saving my brother. When I grow up, I will repay Aunt Sisi's kindness. If Aunt Sisi needs my help in the future, I will definitely help her."

"Although I look small, I have plenty of strength. If Aunt Sisi has any work that she can't do, leave it to me!"

Fu Weiming smiled at Ji Sisi. He had dark skin, a bright smile, a gleam in his eyes, and he exuded youth.

"My name is Fu Siya, I'm seven years old, thank you Aunt Sisi for the candy... Although I don't have the strength, but... I can help Aunt Sisi with the housework. Thank you Auntie for saving my brother."

Fu Siya imitated Fu Weiming's words, with a timid expression, her hands nervously pinching the corners of her clothes, not daring to look up at Ji Sisi.

Ji Sisi finally understood that these two siblings were a social genius while the other was a social phobic.

Huang Qiaomei looked at her two children with satisfaction, it seemed that her education was not wasted.

"If only my monkey could be half as good as Weiming, I wouldn't have to worry about him. He stays out all day like a wild man and doesn't even come back for dinner. If he hadn't come out of my stomach, I would have suspected that someone had a grudge against me and sent two debt collectors here."

Li Hongying sighed. There is no harm without comparison. Look at other people's children, they are sensible, one is sweet-mouthed and willing to help, and the other can do housework at a young age. Then look at her own children.

Ji Sisi agreed with a smile, "Children are always naughty, and it will be fine after it passes."

The three of them chatted until the sun went down, and ended with Li Hongying rushing back to dry the beans and peppers.

Huang Qiaomei took her child out of Ji Sisi's house.

"Mom, what are you thinking about? Why do you look so unhappy when you come out of Aunt Sisi's house?"

Fu Weiming tilted his head and asked, "Don't you like Aunt Sisi?"

"You little brat, how can you tell that I don't like Sisi? I just don't like her too much, okay?" Huang Qiaomei raised her hand and was about to hit Fu Weiming, "I was just thinking about what I could do for your Aunt Sisi, or give her something."

Fu Siya didn't understand, so she looked up and asked, "But Aunt Sisi's house doesn't seem to be short of anything."

Huang Qiaomei was amused by her daughter's remarks.

"That's true. Your uncle Qi's family conditions are more than a hundred times better than your father's."

"But Siya, didn't your mother teach you that even a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring? When you grow up, you must repay Aunt Sisi, okay?"

Fu Siya's face was serious and she nodded heavily. "Okay!"

Fu Weiming curled his lips, unconvinced, "Mom, I heard that a classmate of mine from Sichuan Province said that his father's hometown has a trick called Sichuan Opera face-changing. Did you secretly learn it without telling us?"

Huang Qiaomei slapped Fu Weiming on the back of the head.

"Do you dare to say that your mother is an opera singer?"

Fu Weiming covered his head and cried out, "That's not entirely a performance. The main point is the face-changing trick."

"You still dare to say that? I think it's because I haven't spanked you for a few days, so you're itching, right?"

Before Fu Weiming could admit his mistake, Wang Cuicui appeared with a can of fruit. When she saw Huang Qiaomei, her eyes lit up.

Fu Weiming was stunned and asked in confusion, "Mom, why does Aunt Wang look at you as if you are looking at meat? You don't look meaty at all."

Huang Qiaomei took a deep breath.

This is her own child, she can’t hit him. It would be painful if she hurt him.

Wang Cuicui trotted up to the three of them, looking very attentive.

"Sister Qiaomei, I've finally waited for you to come back. I heard from Director Fu that Yangyang had a fever and was taken to the county town for treatment. Is the child better now? This is the canned yellow peaches I brought from my hometown. Take it back and give it to the child. He will be fine after eating it."

Huang Qiaomei naturally knew Wang Cuicui's purpose. Half a month ago, Wang Cuicui had been coming to her house frequently, and her purpose was to get the recommendation quota in her hand.

She also couldn't understand where Wang Cuicui got the information. Even the members of Huaihua Commune didn't know this news, so how could a person who had nothing to do with her know it?

The secretary of Huaihua Commune had intended to recruit another liaison officer half a month ago, but his preferred candidate was not from Huaihua Commune, but from the staff quarters of the institute.

Considering that the staff of the institute are all top students from major science and technology universities, and her spouse's cultural level will generally be higher than that of the other members of the commune. Secondly, she is not a member of Huaihua Commune, so some confidential information of the commune can also be guaranteed. Therefore, the recommendation quota was given to her.

After learning from the afternoon chat that Ji Sisi had graduated from high school, she intended to give the spot to Ji Sisi.

On the one hand, it was to repay the favor, and on the other hand, she could vouch for Ji Sisi's character, so she could only recommend such a person with confidence.

Fu Weiming pointed at the can and asked, "Aunt Wang, did you put drugs in the can of yellow peaches?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why would I put drugs in the can? You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say anything you want. I'm just being nice. I feel bad for your mom. She has to take Yangyang to the doctor while she's at work, and she has to take care of you two kids when she comes home. You're old enough now, so you have to share more of the burden for your mom."

Wang Cuicui was frightened by Fu Weiming's words and hurried to explain, fearing that Huang Qiaomei would misunderstand.

"Then why did my brother's cold, which couldn't be cured at the hospital in town, get better after eating your canned food?"

Fu Weiming was puzzled. Could this canned food really cure diseases?

He really wanted to find out. If it could really cure diseases, he would have to catch a cold more often in the future. Wouldn't that way he could also eat delicious canned food?

Wang Cuicui became impatient with the question. Why is this kid so stubborn? Can't you see that she is trying to please people?

No eyesight at all!

Wang Cuicui resisted the urge to curse and ignored Fu Weiming's question.

"Sister Qiaomei, please keep it. It's just a small thing and is not worth much. We have lived together for so long. Don't we usually rely on each other to make a living?"