The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Hu Xiuqing stirred the pot twice. "You used Chinese cabbage? That's what I used to stew vermicelli tonight! You wasted money, and you didn't even ask. You don't know how to roll noodles? You don't know how to cook porridge?"

Jiang Furong clenched the kitchen knife: "You didn't say to roll noodles or cook porridge."

Hu Xiuqing was furious: "Do I need to tell you this? Are you blind? Can't you see the pickles on the table?"

Jiang Furong had already explained twice, and the third sentence was no longer low-key: "I didn't eat last night, and I was so hungry that I was dizzy and couldn't see!"

You say I am blind, so let me tell you why I am blind.

Hu Xiuqing was furious, not feeling guilty at all. He raised his hand to hit someone, but when he saw the kitchen knife in Jiang Furong's hand, his arm froze: "You..."

In a critical situation, whether it was murderous intent or unintentional, she could still feel it.

Jiang Zhaohui appeared at the kitchen door in time: "Mom, Qingqing said she wants to eat with a spoon."

Hu Xiuqing turned around suddenly: "What?"

Jiang Zhaohui gritted his teeth and repeated, "Qingqing said breakfast is delicious and should be eaten with a spoon."

Hu Xiuqing took the opportunity to put down her arms, took a spoon from the cupboard and went to the living room to give it to her son.

"Sister, Qingqing really said it was delicious." Jiang Zhaohui frowned and grinned, not knowing how to describe his feelings: "Anyway, he likes it and said he wants to eat two bowls."

Jiang Furong took a rag and repeatedly wiped the kitchen knife in her hand without moving: "Then take the pot out and let him eat as much as he wants."

She didn't want to meet Hu Xiuqing again this morning.

A loving mother is a filial son. If she wants her daughter to be obedient, the prerequisite is that her mother loves her child.

Even if you don't love your child, you have to be reasonable and not use him as a punching bag.

Jiang Chaohui took the pot out as he was told. When Jiang Guoqing saw that there was still half a pot left, he immediately cheered.

Hu Xiuqing didn't know what she was thinking. She ate the whole bowl with an indescribable expression. She didn't say a word, which was rare for her. She didn't even bother to appreciate her beloved son's eating habits. She hurried out the door as the time signal rang from the loudspeaker.

Jiang Zhaohui felt that the alarm at home was lifted and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Sister, come out for dinner."

Yes, before, when my eldest sister’s cooking was not tasty, my mother would scold her, saying that the oil, salt and vegetables were wasted. She would scold her every time she took a bite, and she would scold her until the next bad meal came, and then a new round of scolding would start.

The anger between my mother and elder sister just now almost exploded, it was so scary.

Jiang Guoqing was already eating his second bowl, mumbling, "Big sister, everything in the pot is mine, save it for my lunch."

"Then I'd better not come back at noon. I'll bring some more dried sweet potatoes." Jiang Chaohui wanted to pour the food in his own bowl to his brother. It was too disgusting.

Jiang Furong didn't think it was delicious, but it wasn't bad either. The flavors of each seasoning didn't blend together and were easily distinguishable. The dough lumps were of different sizes, some melted, while others were still white inside when you took a bite. The potatoes were cut into different shapes, some strips, some slices, and some chunks. The flour and potato starch made the soup base like a thick soup, but unfortunately it didn't have the unique milky flavor of thick soup, only the sticky smell of starch sticking to the bottom of the pot. "If we had milk at home, this soup would be authentic."

Jiang Zhaohui's eyes widened: "Add milk to the dish?"

The family rarely buys milk, and when they do, only her younger brother can drink it, and she can only taste the bottom of it.

She suddenly understood why her mother scolded her elder sister. Adding milk to the dishes was indeed a waste of milk and vegetables.

Only Jiang Guoqing, with a loud burp, cheered: "Noodle dumpling soup with milk? I want it, I want it, I want three bowls!"

Jiang Furong pursed her lips and smiled: "Okay, I'll make it after we buy some milk. Now go pack your schoolbags and get ready for school."

If it weren't for Hu Xiuqing's brutal attack, this breakfast would have been harmonious and happy.

Everything is difficult at the beginning.

If you want to change your destiny, you must treat the difficult journey as climbing a mountain. Jiang Furong silently encouraged herself.

The three siblings left the house together.

The family members walking in the yard, some going to work, some going to school, some riding bicycles, and some walking, all go their own way and live in peace.

I don’t know if it’s because the emergency assembly call was blown today, but the poplar trees that looked so vibrant yesterday now look particularly solemn in the cold air, making people dare not speak loudly.

Jiang Zhaohui saw a familiar figure in front of him and whispered, "Sister, look, that's my classmate."

It was a girl, dressed very lightly, without a cotton coat, hat or scarf, and she walked forward with her arms folded and her head lowered.

"You go with her and don't worry about us. Qingqing eats a lot and can't go fast." When Jiang Furong saw this good thing, she immediately urged her sister to go with her classmates.

Jiang Zhaohui was just talking, not intending to go with his classmates: "She's new here. I don't even know her name. She doesn't talk to anyone and is so arrogant."

Jiang Furong found it funny: "Why is she so arrogant? Is it because she doesn't know anyone that she doesn't want to talk to you?"

This is a common problem among people with social anxiety, who passively accept changes in the environment.

Walking with arms folded is not only a way to avoid the cold, but also a subconscious action to protect yourself from harm.

Jiang Zhaohui curled his lips: "I heard that her father is of a high rank, so she is arrogant. I won't go with her."

"It's better to have a higher level..." Jiang Furong was interrupted before she could finish her words.

"What? You want me to curry favor with her? I won't go." Jiang Zhaohui raised his little face and tilted his chin to the sky: "We may be poor but we have ambitions, so we don't need to curry favor with anyone!"

Jiang Furong couldn't help but laugh. What kind of logic was this? Greeting a classmate was considered currying favor, while not greeting someone made you seem aloof?

"Whatever you want, as long as you're not afraid of the monsters on the road! We're at the children's school, we're going over there, be careful."

They had already reached the gate of the children's school. Jiang Furong took off the schoolbag from her shoulders and put it on Jiang Guoqing, and at the same time straightened his clothes and trouser waist.

"Oh, oh, shame on you, you still need your sister to carry your schoolbag!" The two little boys rushed past Jiang Guoqing with laughter, and turned back to scratch their faces with their fingers to make fun of him.

Jiang Furong stood up straight and watched calmly to see how her beloved brother would fight back.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Guoqing, who couldn't stand any grievance at home, just glanced at them without even a hint of anger.

Jiang Furong found it strange that he behaved so differently at home and outside, and even looked a little bit like a bully. She didn't have time to ask in detail: "You go home by yourself at noon. I might not be able to come because of something."

If I want to wait for Luo Danfeng at home, I have to prepare lessons.

Since you have promised someone, try your best to do it. There are always turning points in life, and who knows where the turning point is.

"Hmm." Jiang Guoqing walked towards the school with his head down, and all the excitement he had at home was gone.

I watched Jiang Guoqing cross the playground and enter the classroom, then turned around and looked again, but Jiang Chaohui had also disappeared.