The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Jiang Dapeng made hand-rolled noodles of uniform thickness. The noodle soup contained pickled cabbage residue and a poached egg. "Furong, eat it while it's hot. Then go back to sleep. Sweate more and the fever will go away."

From the full bowl of noodle soup to his expression and tone, Jiang Dapeng showed his fatherly love.

Before Jiang Furong could even feel touched, Jiang Guoqing extended his chopsticks towards her: "I want to eat a fried egg! Give it to me!"

Jiang Dapeng raised his hand to stop him: "Your sister is sick and needs more nutrition. I will buy you more in a few days."

What he said was true. These days you need a ticket to buy anything. When supplies are in short supply, you can't buy anything even if you have a ticket. You have to find someone you know and ask for it in advance.

Boys should eat good food as they grow, but there is only one egg left at home today, so of course it has to be given priority to the patient.

"No! I want it now!" Jiang Guoqing couldn't wait even two seconds: "Mom said our eggs are for me!"

Jiang Dapeng's face turned cold: "I said I would buy it in two days, and then I will do it."

Hu Xiuqing couldn't stand it any longer and went straight to Jiang Furong's bowl to pick up the egg: "You are still standing there looking at me like an idiot. Give the egg to your brother. You can just eat the pickled cabbage residue!"

The tomboy Jiang Furong was so angry. If she didn't fight or compete, with her quality of respecting the elderly and loving the young, she would consider giving half of her child to her younger brothers and sisters even if she was sick.

This mother is not only partial, but also helps to snatch it openly. Don't blame her for being stingy. Jiang Furong quickly moved the bowl of noodles aside, lowered her head and approached the bowl, and bit the fried egg piled on the top directly into her mouth: "No!"

The poached eggs were cooked to the perfect temperature, just a little hot.

Jiang Furong slowly swallowed the poached egg, looking at Hu Xiuqing and Jiang Guoqing's almost distorted faces with satisfaction. She said to Jiang Dapeng with an unsatisfied look, "Dad, you're really good at cooking soft-boiled eggs! I feel much better now. Thank you, Dad!"

This is the truth. After eating some hot soup or hot water, my arms and legs feel stronger.

Jiang Guoqing cried out and fell to the ground: "You ate my fried eggs, I'm starving!"

Hu Xiuqing slammed his chopsticks on the table and glared at Jiang Furong fiercely: "You're such a rebel! I haven't even settled the score with you for beating me up this morning! I'll settle it with you later!"

After saying that, she lowered her head and pulled Jiang Guoqing: "Qing, don't cry. Mom will buy it for you when the service center opens. When you come back from school in the evening, Mom will make it for you."

Jiang Guoqing refused to get up and rolled over on the ground, saying, "I'm starving. I can't go to school. I won't live to see the end of the night."

Hu Xiuqing felt both distressed and amused: "You are talking nonsense. Hurry up and get up. I will give you all the pickled cabbage residue in my bowl."

Jiang Guoqing looked under the table and saw that Jiang Furong's two feet didn't move at all. She had no intention of trying to comfort him. He became even more noisy: "I want to eat fried eggs! If I don't eat fried eggs, I will starve to death! Aaaaaa!"

The fake crying voice could only fool Hu Xiuqing.

Jiang Furong didn't buy it, but she knew now was not the time to reason, so she used a delaying tactic and said timidly, "Dad, Mom, you guys go back to work after you finish eating. I'll stay home and look after my brother. I'll heat up his noodles if they get cold."

She knew that Hu Xiuqing's workplace was very far away, and it would take more than half an hour to ride a bicycle there. She had to leave at seven o'clock, and it would be too late if she didn't eat breakfast.

As for Jiang Guoqing, he can lie down as long as he wants. The fried egg is already in his stomach anyway, so he doesn't care. Just lie down as long as you are not afraid of the cold ground.

Hu Xiuqing saw that it was already 6:50 and was anxious and angry. She patiently coaxed him, "Qing, hurry up and get up. Mom will go to the cafeteria to get you some food today. I'll also make you two eggs and your favorite sugar triangles."

Jiang Guoqing took the opportunity to bargain: "Then I also want to eat salty tofu shreds with stir-fried garlic sprouts!"

Hu Xiuqing agreed to everything: "Okay, okay, get up quickly. The noodles are almost mushy and will become unpalatable soon."

Jiang Dapeng pretended not to notice and lowered his head to eat noodles and drink soup. After finishing his meal calmly and elegantly, he told Jiang Furong, "There are steamed buns in the cupboard and porridge in the pressure cooker. I have a meeting today and I don't know what time I will be back tonight. When you wake up, heat up the food for yourself."

"Okay!" Jiang Furong agreed very readily. It was really nice when her father was in a good mood.

Jiang Zhaohui, who had been trying to reduce his presence, stood up at this time: "Dad, I'm done eating, can I go with you?"

Hu Xiuqing rolled her eyes. "We're going in different directions, so why are you walking with your dad? And why did you ask your dad to go all the way around to send you off? How old are you? Why are you so spoiled?"

Jiang Chaohui didn't dare to say anything, she lowered her eyes and looked at the floor. She didn't dare to leave until her mother said anything.

Jiang Furong glanced at her sister, and a message flashed in her mind. She immediately understood what was going on, and said to Jiang Dapeng, "Dad, there's a whistle on the way to Wuchuan Middle School. He whistles when he sees girls passing by."

Although the monster was far away and couldn't touch me, the obscene feeling was particularly disgusting.

Jiang Furong also had memories of that road, so she understood her sister's feelings very well. It was a feeling of shame but powerlessness that made her unable to fight back. She was afraid that others would know but also afraid that others would not know. She was afraid that others would not believe her and even more afraid that others would laugh at her.

Jiang Chaohui didn't expect that his elder sister, who had always been timid and honest, would speak for him. He secretly glanced at his sister out of the corner of his eye.

She didn't dare look her sister in the eye, for fear that her mother would say that the two of them were in collusion to deceive people.

Sure enough, Hu Xiuqing raised his eyebrows and glared: "When did this happen? How come I don't know about it?"

Jiang Furong looked at Hu Xiuqing calmly and said slowly, "It's been a long time. He was there when I was in school. If you don't take that route to work, you won't see him."

Besides, that beau was very good at hiding. When he didn't whistle or show that smile and body, he looked extremely stupid and his face couldn't be recognized in a crowd.

Hu Xiuqing had been repeatedly rebuked by Jiang Furong all morning, feeling her dignity was severely challenged. She immediately lost her temper: "If you didn't look at him, how could he whistle at you? So many female students were going to school on that road, and I didn't see anyone else. Why didn't I hear anyone say there were any homeless people? The locals around here are all very nice and respectful to us. Don't talk nonsense!"

Jiang Furong looked at Jiang Dapeng and said, "Dad, since you are at home, you can send my sister off. Let that beggar know that there are people in our family who wear four-pockets. He won't dare to do that to my sister next time."

Jiang Dapeng nodded: "What Furong said makes sense! Zhaohui, you carry your schoolbag, I'll give you a ride."

Hu Xiuqing said sourly, "Jiang Dapeng, I worked at a chemical factory back then, and on the way there I had to pass by a cemetery. It got dark so early in the winter, and the wind howled so hard it could scare the hell out of you. But I never saw you pick me up once!"