Shi Meiyun said to her son, "Ah Heng, Qingqing is worried about your injury."
Lu Heng stared at his wife with eyes so gentle that it could drown people: "Qingqing, you eat, my body has almost recovered."
But Qiao Qingqing took the bowl away and avoided his chopsticks.
"No, just eat it."
She really doesn't want to eat!
There are so many eggs in the space, and she will have goose eggs to eat soon. Does she look like someone who would lack eggs?
Qiao Qingqing didn't bother to explain to them. She just stepped aside, amused the children while eating, and occasionally fed a piece of noodle to the triplets in the stroller.
The complementary food for the triplets who are almost one year old has been upgraded from egg custard, rice soup, and noodle paste to soft rice porridge and very soft noodles.
Regarding the fragrant chicken noodle soup, the triplets said: I love it too!
Lu Xiaoqiao grabbed a noodle and brought it to his mouth, then stretched out his pink little tongue to lick it. After it was in his mouth, he licked it with his tongue. As for his two millet-sized lower front teeth, they were useless.
Although babies do not have teeth, they do not know how to use them and rely on their tongue out of habit.
Lu Xiaonian was very obedient. He stood holding the fence, opened his little mouth and waited for his mother to feed him. He only ate what was in his mouth each time, and the noodles hanging outside were directly broken off and dropped onto the front of his clothes.
Lu Xiaoqing was even more outrageous. He stared at his mother's mouth for a long time, as if he wanted to confirm whether this thing was edible or not.
Qiao Qingqing brought the noodles to his mouth. A puzzled look appeared on his little face, but he refused to open his mouth no matter how she called him.
Finally, Qiao Qingqing just used chopsticks to touch the chicken soup and brought it over to him, letting him taste the soup first.
Lu Xiaoqing licked the chicken soup on his lips, his brows suddenly relaxed, and then he opened his mouth with an "ah".
Qiao Qingqing felt amused: "You are quite cautious, afraid that I would feed you something you don't like and it would take up space in your stomach, right?"
Lu Xiaoqing felt that her mother was feeding her too slowly, so she simply grabbed her mother's hand, leaned her head over, and stretched out her tongue to eat the food in her mother's hand. In her haste, she licked the hot chicken soup and was immediately scalded. Her little mouth drooped, and two tears welled up in her eyes. She looked at her mother pitifully.
Qiao Qingqing breathed on him, and the pain went away.
Lu Heng handed over a bowl of water that had been boiled last night and cooled. Qiao Qingqing fed her son some, and Lu Xiaoqing slowly recovered.
The grandmother at the side said: "Don't be anxious, San San!"
Lu Xiaoqing glanced at his grandmother, then looked at his mother's expression. Seeing that his mother didn't have any strange expression, the little baby didn't take it seriously and continued to pull his mother's hand.
Of the triplets in the Lu family, the eldest and the youngest can use their given names as nicknames, such as Xiao Qiao, Qiao Qiao, Xiao Nian, and Niannian, but the same cannot be said for the youngest. His name is Lu Qing, and he can't call her Qing Qing anymore, as that would make him look like his mother.
Xiaoqing is also easy to cause misunderstanding, so the family unanimously decided to call him Sansan, Lao San, and Saner.
——Calling her mistress is even worse, it sounds unpleasant.
After being called so many times, the triplets all knew which name was being called.
Therefore, when Lu Xiaoqing looked at her, Shi Meiyun understood what he meant, and said with a smile: "What does this kid mean? Is he saying that my words don't count and only his mother's words count?"
"Although San San doesn't talk much, he is very smart. Don't underestimate him." Grandpa Lu said with a smile, and approached his youngest grandson to tease him: "San San, what Grandpa said is right, right?"
Lu Xiaoqing wrinkled her nose and suddenly sneezed, spraying the noodles she had just eaten onto her great-grandfather's face.
Qiao Qingqing quickly took the towel and said, "Lu Xiaoqing, you are so rude! How can you sneeze at your great grandfather?"
The little baby, who couldn't speak yet, was already able to read people's expressions and knew when they were being praised and when they were being scolded. He immediately felt so wronged that his eyes drooped and his mouth curled up, and the two tears he had just held back came out again...
Seeing the baby about to cry, the old man wiped his face and waved his hands: "It's okay, it's okay, San'er doesn't understand these things, don't scare him."
At this time, Lu Heng had finished his noodles. He put the bowl down and went to look after the three children.
"Qingqing, please eat quickly. I will take care of them."
After dinner, Qiao Qingqing helped to clean up the dishes.
"The Dragon Boat Festival is coming. Last Dragon Boat Festival, Lu Heng was not here, and we didn't get together, so it just passed by in a hurry. Today, we will make more rice dumplings and send some to Fu Ying, Zheng Ying, and squad leader Qi."
While washing the pots and dishes, Qiao Qingqing started chatting with her mother-in-law.
Shi Meiyun had a peaceful smile on her face.
"Oh, I'll listen to you."
Qiao Qingqing was curious again: "Mom, how do people celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival in Beijing?"
Shi Meiyun shook her head. "It's just like that. The conditions have become more stringent in the past few months, so people have started to pay attention to it. In the past... people didn't pay much attention to it."
"So do you guys eat salty or sweet rice dumplings?"
"We all eat sweet rice dumplings," Shi Meiyun smiled, "I only knew there were salty rice dumplings when I received the rice dumplings you made. In the past, we only ate sweet rice dumplings, especially the glutinous rice and jujube rice dumplings, which were indispensable."
Qiao Qingqing suddenly realized: "No wonder you guys only ate a few of the dumplings I made and said you didn't want any more."
The rice dumplings she makes are salty ones, with fresh meat, bacon and seafood.
As for the rice dumpling stuffed with seafood, only Mr. Lu opened it and took a bite. Then... adhering to the principle of not wasting food, he finished it with great difficulty.
I don’t know how they dealt with the remaining dumplings.
At this time, Qiao Qingqing asked casually, and Shi Meiyun smiled and said, "How else can we solve it? We are in this situation now, is there still room for picky? Even if you are not used to it, you have to finish it, it is all fine food."
At this point, Shi Meiyun glanced outside and saw that no one was at the kitchen door. She lowered her voice and said, "It was at that time that your grandfather sent two rice dumplings to Brother Tan. The couple was so happy that they told us that the rice dumplings were especially delicious. Your grandfather sighed and said that people are shaped by the environment they live in. Things that we are not used to eating are delicacies to other people."
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