The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Hearing the sound of Hu Xiuqing's bicycle, Jiang Zhaohui came over to open the door. He was so scared that his voice changed: "Mom~"

Hu Xiuqing's face was bruised and swollen, and he was in a terrible mood. He didn't lose his temper at his daughter's surprised face, but went straight to his bedroom without saying a word.

"Damn it," Hu Xiuqing cursed mumbled, and then found that her key was missing and she couldn't get into the bedroom. She kicked the door in anger.

Jiang Guoqing and Xiao Baoying, who were jumping out of the plane, stopped and looked at Hu Xiuqing in confusion.

"Zhaohui, take your brother and the others inside to tell stories," Grandma Jiang quickly called out to Jiang Zhaohui, who was standing blankly at the door. She walked over to Hu Xiuqing and asked carefully, "Did you lose your keys?"

"Hmm," Hu Xiuqing lowered his head and rummaged through his pockets, doing useless work.

Grandma Jiang saw the wound on Hu Xiuqing's face and heard the hoarse and vague voice. She sighed secretly: "Pry open the lock. Replace it tomorrow. I'll get you a hammer."

Hu Xiuqing stood there without moving and nodded in agreement.

Jiang Furong had heard the noise outside in the kitchen a long time ago. Several thoughts flashed through her mind. She was afraid that Hu Xiuqing would go crazy, so she simply took a hammer and broke the lock open herself.

"Shall I make you some noodles?" Grandma Jiang understood the overall situation. At a time like this, she still showed concern and asked, "Lie down for a while. I'll call you when it's ready."

Originally, dinner consisted of cornmeal buns and stir-fried spicy cabbage, which were already prepared and we were just waiting for Hu Xiuqing to come back and serve them on the table.

It looks like I need to cook some soft soup for Hu Xiuqing.

Hu Xiuqing nodded again, went into the bedroom, closed the door, took off her cotton coat and lay down on the bed, feeling pain all over her body.

Grandma Jiang watched the bedroom door close before her eyes. She closed her eyes and took several breaths before she could speak. She shook her head and instructed her granddaughter, "Furong, cook some noodles. I'll go make your mother a cup of malted milk."

She saw scratch marks on Hu Xiuqing's face, and she knew without a doubt that he must have had a fight and lost, which was why he looked so listless.

No matter what the reason is, if he is injured like this, even if he is a seriously ill patient, the nutritional supplements in the house must be distributed.

Jiang Guoqing watched eagerly as Grandma Jiang made a cup of malted milk and couldn't wait to drink it: "Let me have a sip first!"

The brewed malted milk was steaming and emitting a sweet aroma.

"This is for your mother. You've already eaten an apple today." Grandma Jiang patted Jiang Guoqing's little hand and said, "Take your little paw away. I'll bring it to your mother."

Jiang Guoqing hurriedly took the glass: "I'll carry it, I'll carry it, oh, ah, ah, it hit my foot, wuwu~"

The thermos contained freshly boiled water, which was very hot when poured out. Jiang Guoqing's little hand trembled from the heat, and the glass hit his foot and rolled to the ground.

"Are you burned? Ouch, I told you not to move," Grandma Jiang said, distressed and anxious: "Look, you didn't even drink a sip, and it all spilled. What a waste."

Grandma Jiang was reluctant to spill the malted milk, so she only made half a cup each time, giving half to her grandson and drinking the other half herself. Now that a full cup had been spilled, she was heartbroken.

Jiang Guoqing didn't care about waste or not. He knew that if he got into trouble, he could be safe and sound as long as he cried out in pain first, and he could also earn some delicious food. At this moment, he just howled at the top of his lungs: "It hurts so much! Ahhhh!"

Hu Xiuqing, lying in the bedroom, felt exhausted and drowsy. She was awakened by her son's crying. She couldn't help but feel irritated. She got out of bed, opened the door, and yelled through the crack: "Why did you make Qingqing cry?"

Grandma Jiang was wiping the stains off the floor with a rag. She nearly collapsed in anger when she heard the shout. She stood up, holding onto the table, and tried not to sound angry. "Qingqing broke the cup. I was going to make you a cup of malted milk."

"The cup is so hot, you let Qingqing hold it?!" Hu Xiuqing waved her son over: "Qing, come here, let me see where you're burned."

Grandma Jiang looked at her grandson who was howling without a single tear. She was so angry at the mother and son that her hands were shaking. "Qingqing rushed to take it, and I didn't stop him."

Jiang Guoqing saw the door open, and quickly ran over to Hu Xiuqing and lay in her arms, continuing to cry: "Mom, my hand hurts."

"Ouch, it's all burned red! Does it hurt?" Hu Xiuqing grabbed her son's fingers and blew on them, complaining, "The more people there are, the more trouble there is."

Grandma Jiang calmed down and tried to smooth things over for her grandson: "It's not a big deal if a child accidentally breaks a cup or bowl. I'll clean this up first and make you a cup later."

Hu Xiuqing ignored Grandma Jiang's words and shouted at Jiang Zhaohui: "Er, where have you been? Your brother got burned and you didn't even check on him. You just hid in the house and played by yourself!"

When she shouted, Jiang Zhaohui had to come out and carefully explained, "Mom, I'm telling stories to little Baoying in the room."

"What kind of nonsense story are you telling? You don't even care about your own brother!" Hu Xiuqing got angry and started cursing, "Look how scalded Qingqing is! I've been feeding you for nothing. All you do is eat and do nothing!"

Jiang Chaohui was called out and scolded for no reason. He didn't dare to say anything. He just stood there uncomfortably, pursing his lips tightly.

Grandma Jiang was annoyed and waved Jiang Zhaohui back to the house: "You go read a book, I'll take care of it here." Her good intentions were distorted, and how could she not be annoyed: "Zhaohui only reads the texts in the book, Qingqing likes to listen to it, right, Qingqing?"

Jiang Guoqing didn't look up and continued to wail: "Mom, my hand hurts."

"I'll apply medicine for you. If you get blisters from burns, it's bad," Hu Xiuqing dragged her son into the house to get the mercurochrome.

Jiang Guoqing walked into the room and saw two bloody cotton balls on the floor. He started yelling in surprise, "Ahhhh, so much blood!"

Grandma Jiang was so frightened that her heart was pounding. She hurried over and asked, "What's wrong? What happened to Qingqing? Who's bleeding?"

Jiang Guoqing shouted, "I don't know. The ground is covered in blood."

Jiang Furong turned off the gas, took two cups and went to the living room to start fishing: "Grandma, I'll make two cups of malted milk, one for Mom and one for you."

"And me," Jiang Guoqing opened the door and ran out, "I'm injured, I want a drink too, a full one!"

I instantly forgot about the two cotton balls.

You see, children can hardly pretend to sleep or cry for long.

Jiang Furong agreed: "Okay, I'll make you a cup too." She scooped a large spoonful into the glass: "This is yours. I'll make you another drink after you finish eating the steamed buns."

Jiang Guoqing rolled his eyes and made a request: "Then I'll eat it with steamed buns."

Jiang Furong was very happy: "Okay, go wash your hands with soap with Xiao Baoying, and I will pour malted milk into your bowl."

Jiang Chaohui helped to set the table and brought out the food.

"Your mother is fine." Grandma Jiang came over with lingering fear and said softly, "She just lost a tooth. She doesn't want to eat and has gone to bed."