When they were about to leave, Rong Qing didn't forget to give each of them a big gift package, which she had packed in advance. It was full of the necessities of this era, that is, dried fruits, dried meat, cured chicken and duck, bacon and sausage, and other dry goods, malted milk, canned fruit, canned fish and other canned goods;
The various chili sauces and meat sauces made by grandma are all relatively easy to store. A portion weighs about 50 to 60 kilograms, which can be said to be a sufficient amount. My aunt and others have to carry it with both hands.
Zhu Xiaoxiao and Zhu Shuaishuai carried all kinds of snacks, and the quantity, weight and volume were similar to those carried by adults.
Zhu Shuaishuai took a quick look, then smiled, revealing his big white teeth. Rong Yunxiao pulled him out with a look of disdain, while he waved his hand:
"Sister, I'll come to see you next Sunday. Wait for me and bring you delicious food and fun things. Sister, don't forget your brother..."
"Oh, it's so bad that I gave birth to such a stupid son!"
He didn't care what his own mother said. He was so happy that he almost went crazy. He had never seen so many delicious foods before. He was so happy that he wanted to fly.
Zhu Xiaoxiao deliberately walked in last. Before closing the door, she turned around and blinked at her with her big eyes: "Sister Qing, I will come to see you next Sunday too! Hehe, wait for me."
The room, which had been noisy just now, became quiet again. Rong Qing was actually a little uncomfortable with the quietness after the bustle for a while, and felt inexplicably melancholy.
Why she doesn't like the lively atmosphere is because the feeling after it ends is very annoying.
Just as she calmed down, she wanted to go see her grandmother. She felt a little uncomfortable that her grandmother was not around.
"Squeak."
The door was pushed open, and then a cold wind blew in from outside. Looking up, Jiang Zimo, who had obviously changed his clothes and washed up, walked in. He didn't go in, but just stood there. It was easy to see that he was wrapped in a cold air, and there were some snowflakes on the ends of his hair and shoulders.
I have to say that her eyesight is really good. He stood there for a long time before he walked in. When he passed the stove, he stopped and stood aside, bending over and warming himself with his hands.
Rong Qing had nothing to do anyway, so her eyes followed his movements. Jiang Zimo made sure his hands were warm before sitting down beside the bed, and naturally took her hand.
"Are you not wearing enough? Why are your hands a little cold? Do you want me to light another charcoal fire for you?"
Rong Qing shook her head slightly. Her physique was just like that. She looked around the room.
"I think the house is big enough. There's been a lot of snow this year, and the temperature is very low. Let's build a kang. It doesn't need to be too big, just bigger than the current bed."
Jiang Zimo stretched out his long arms and wrapped her slender body in his broad and warm embrace.
It was the first time Rong Qing was hugged like this by him. She was a little surprised. She didn't expect that such an ice-cold person could hold such a warm heart in his embrace. She simply didn't move and just acted like a big heater.
But he didn't forget to raise his doubts: "Why did you suddenly change? Was it Grandpa's education that was more successful?"
Jiang Zimo was stumped by this question for a moment. Yes, why? It was as if after a certain switch was turned on, some things happened naturally. If he had to say specifically, he really couldn't tell. Maybe it was a combination of reasons.
"Partly, yes. Other factors are external, and some are my own. Now that I have the marriage certificate, I have to act like a husband."
Rong Qing yawned and responded perfunctorily, "Oh." Then she came out of his arms. It was one thing to want to use him as a big heater, but it was also true that she was not used to such intimacy.
He turned around, lifted the quilt and crawled inside, moving his body as much as possible to get closer to him and leave more room for him, so that there would be enough space between them to keep a distance.
Jiang Zimo glanced at her and said, "Do you want to wash up? I'll get you some water."
"No, I've already showered. I'm a little sleepy so I'll go to bed first."
The next moment, Rong Qing felt a sinking on her side. Just as she was about to close her eyes and sleep peacefully, a warm and strong body suddenly leaned against her from behind, and long arms wrapped around her slender waist.
With a "boom", Rong Qing felt as if something in his brain suddenly exploded. His whole body stiffened and his scalp felt a little numb.
She didn't dare to think about it, no way, no way, just holding the little hand, hugging, she felt that this speed was extraordinary.
You don’t still want to have a wedding night, do you?
Thinking of this, I turned my upper body towards him, feeling that the two of them really needed to have a good chat. This really, really wasn't going to work:
"Well, we, uh..."
Just as she began to speak, her lips were sealed by a warm and soft touch. She stretched out her hands to push him away, not caring about anything else. She must not, must not let this stinky man really take advantage of her.
Her wrist was immediately clamped by a pair of large hands, leaving her no chance to move. The tingling sensation on her lips seemed to carry some kind of magic that instantly spread throughout her body.
The feeling was so wonderful, something she had never experienced before. However, just as she opened her mouth to bite, a slippery object slid into her mouth and hooked her pink tongue.
At this moment, Rong Qing was really cursing in her heart: "Damn talent, who did this stinky man learn this from? He's just playing tricks on me."
But gradually her mind went blank, and all her senses were invaded by the trembling brought by the stinky man.
Reason, reason, he kept shouting, but his body seemed to have run away from home and became someone else's. Before completely losing his mind, Rong Qing decided to maintain his last bit of stubbornness and resist.
He struggled to squeeze out a few words from between his lips: "No, this is progressing too fast. Give it some time, slowly!"
A stinky man who has never tasted anything sweet before is like a hungry wolf that has been waiting for its prey in the dark for ten days. The meat is hanging in its mouth, and it is absolutely impossible for him not to eat it.
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