The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Jiang Furong guessed Jiang Zhaohui's thoughts and shook her finger casually: "If I give it to you, it's yours. You have the right to decide when to eat it. Don't ask me anymore."

"Really?" Jiang Zhaohui was skeptical.

Usually, there are very few candies, snacks and fruits in her home. When she visits other people's homes, she receives a few candies and has to take them out and hand them in when she gets home.

Jiang Furong thought for a moment and added, "If you're afraid, just give me the persimmons. You can't want to eat and be afraid of being scolded at the same time."

He wanted to get preferential treatment from his sister, but he didn't want to offend his mother. He wanted to have it both ways. This little guy was really good at thinking for himself. Jiang Furong would not allow such petty calculations: "I'll give you one minute to think it over!"

"I'll eat it! I won't let Mom see it, and I won't let Qingqing know. Sister, don't tell Mom and Dad, okay?" Jiang Zhaohui made a choice, but still wanted to be absolutely sure.

Jiang Furong shook her head: "You can secretly tell Dad that if the fruit is given to him, he will divide it the same way as me. Do you remember when I had a fever a few days ago? Dad boiled the only egg in the house for me to eat. I think Dad is more fair."

Whether to tell your parents is one thing, and how to tell them is another. The key is to understand the principle of fair distribution.

If you don't understand the truth and deceive your superiors and subordinates, it becomes a lie, which will only increase your inner guilt.

Jiang Furong hoped that Jiang Chaohui could break away from the unfair shadow of Hu Xiuqing, so she explained it more clearly.

Jiang Zhaohui roughly understood and said happily, "When I had a cold and cough, Dad even gave me steamed snow pears with rock sugar to eat, and he didn't give any to Qingqing."

When I think about what my father did in the past, he did give priority to taking care of the patients, which was fair.

Jiang Zhaohui happily ran back to the hut. After a while, she came out with a persimmon shell in her hand. "Look, sister, a persimmon bowl." She couldn't bear to eat it all, so she scooped out the flesh and ate it, leaving the peel intact like a bowl. "It smells so good, I want to keep it."

Jiang Furong took a look at the thin layer of peel, which had already begun to oxidize. "Are you keeping it for fun or eating it?"

Jiang Zhaohui said reluctantly: "When I was eating it, I remembered that I had eaten persimmon cakes before. They were very sweet. So I saved the shells and dried them in the sun to try. Next time our family buys persimmons, I won't eat them and save them for drying in the sun."

Jiang Furong laughed, "You don't dry persimmon cakes one by one. You need a whole persimmon forest or orchard. They pick them and dry them in large pieces. If you only dry one or two, they might all be gone in a few hours."

"Oh!" Jiang Zhaohui's face showed disappointment.

Jiang Furong disagreed: "If you want to eat, just buy it. Why do you have to make it yourself? It's so troublesome."

Jiang Zhaohui said seriously: "I made it clean. I heard from our classmates that the old man selling candied potatoes at the school gate didn't even wash his hands after going to the toilet before putting the sweet potatoes in the pot to make candy, yue~"

I feel a little regretful. I shouldn't have said this. I made myself look disgusting.

Just then, little Baoying finished eating the apple and stretched out his little hand and said, "Wash your hands and keep hygiene."

Jiang Furong laughed happily and said to Xiao Baoying, "Let's pay attention to hygiene. We must wash our hands before and after meals."

Just as she was laughing, Jiang Xiaocui came back on her bicycle. She was in a hurry and said without waiting for Jiang Furong and the others to ask, "I'm here to get a towel and a toothbrush to go to the hospital. Your grandma has Meniere's disease and needs to be hospitalized."

Jiang Zhaohui followed nervously and asked, "What is Meniere's disease? How long does it take to stay in the hospital? My mom brought Qingqing to the hospital just now. Did you see them?"

Jiang Xiaocui shook her head and said she didn't know how long she'd been there. She hadn't seen Qingqing and the others. She answered while rushing in and out like she was in a war. "Can one of you help me make some noodles? I didn't eat lunch, so I have to hurry over. Your grandma just had a checkup and is on an IV drip. I'm worried she might need to go to the bathroom."

"I'll do it," Jiang Zhaohui put down the persimmon shell and rolled up his sleeves to help. "My dad brought two boxes of dumplings. Didn't you eat any?"

"Looking at your dad's expression, I knew he hadn't eaten yet, so I let him eat. I'll eat when I get back." Jiang Xiaocui walked around the room twice more: "Hey, have you seen my mirror? I remember hanging it on the washbasin rack this morning."

Jiang Zhaohui went to get the dustpan and shook it for a moment: "My mother broke it, and my sister swept it up because she was afraid it would hurt her feet."

Jiang Xiaocui's eyes widened as she pointed at the hook on the washbasin stand, her face filled with indignation. "How could it be broken when it's hanging so securely? Did they take it down and break it on purpose? Did your mother throw the mirror on the ground and stomp on it, causing her to get hurt? I bet she was so kind as to go to the hospital to see my mother!"

Jiang Zhaohui said honestly: "The mirror shattered like this when it was thrown into the yard."

Jiang Xiaocui was really angry: "You troublemaker! I asked a colleague to buy this for me at the Shanghai Department Store when I was working there. I've been using it for so many years and it never gets distorted no matter how much I take pictures. I love this mirror the most."

Seeing that his aunt was angry, Jiang Zhaohui stopped talking and went to cut the dough: "Aunt, I'll make you some noodle soup."

"Okay, just do something." Jiang Xiaocui was furious. She squatted down and looked at the tiny pieces that were so broken that they couldn't be picked up. She gritted her teeth and said, "Your mother is really a troublemaker. She only picks on the good ones to cause trouble! She only troubles whoever is good in our family!"

Jiang Chaohui had little social experience and didn't understand these puns that were both overt and covert.

Jiang Furong understood: "She's always been like this since I remember her. She can't change. Qingqing's wrist was dislocated again just now. Maybe they were in the outpatient clinic and you were in the ward, so you didn't meet."

Maybe Hu Xiuqing will hide and not go to the ward to see Grandma Jiang.

Jiang Xiaocui was furious and couldn't help complaining, "It's so unlucky for our family to have someone like your mom. Your dad had such good grades in school, so many people liked him and introduced him to girls, but my mom didn't dare to make the decision for him, thinking he was picky and wanted to find someone from the city. But in the end, he ended up with that wicked woman, Hu Xiuqing. He's really unlucky."

Jiang Furong hissed, "Auntie, don't say that in front of Xiao Baoying. Children learn to speak quickly. By the way, if grandma is in the hospital, you can stay during the day and I'll keep watch."

"I'll just watch over them, you still have to look after the child," Jiang Xiaocui looked at Xiao Baoying's adorable smile and couldn't help but say, "Look at other people's children. It would be great if Qingqing could be like Xiao Baoying."

Jiang Furong smiled: "Little Baoying's mother can sing and dance, tell him stories, and teach him to be polite and hygienic. If Qingqing was Captain Qian's child, he might be so sensible."

Children all start by imitating what they learn in their family environment.

The real starting line is the character and cultivation of the parents.