Huo Donglin had long been accustomed to the different treatment from the cubs, and resigned himself to carrying his things into the kitchen.
Because of this delay, the food in the cafeteria has become a little cold.
Ningning and the children have very good stomachs, so they need to be more careful with the food they eat. Huo Dong kept the doctor's advice in mind.
He quickly lit the stove, reheated the ingredients, and quickly made some seaweed egg drop soup.
Drinking the soup before the rice is the traditional way of eating in the south, and I heard it’s good for the stomach too.
Seeing the dishes coming out of the pot again, Jiang Ningning came over with two Tuanzi to help set the table.
Manman discovered that Dad's big bowl was twice as big as his own.
"Mom, if I want to exercise to be very strong, do I have to eat so much afterwards? There are two big men at home who eat like pigs. How much money do I need to earn in a month to support the family?"
Huo Donglin suddenly felt that the leek and eggs in the bowl smelled delicious.
"I asked the principal, children like Manman and Xiaxia should go to the school as auditors. The school registration happens to be next month, should we send them?"
Let the kids vent their energy at school so they can sleep better at night.
녦怜满满놊 knew the adults’ evil intentions and raised her hand in agreement, “I want to go to the second grade!”
Although young, he is very confident.
Jiang Ningning was a parent who was disappointed. She encouraged him gently, "If you want to join the class, you must take the exam. Study hard at home these few days and practice calligraphy. Try to achieve your goal."
After saying this, even Xia Xia, who was usually quiet, ate even faster.
After the two little ones finished their meal and helped the adults clean up, they held hands and went to take a nap obediently.
There is still an hour and a half before the afternoon work starts, and Jiang Ningning also plans to take a nap.
Who knew that Huo Donglin would actually bring a basin of water over? The crisp sound of the aluminum basin hitting the blue brick floor woke her up from her sleep.
"Lean back in the chair and take a nap. I'll massage your feet. Otherwise, it will hurt more tomorrow."
Jiang Ningning couldn't persuade him and had to sit down on the chair.
Just as she sat down, Huo Donglin was already squatting on the ground, his chest muscles under his army green vest rubbing against her knees and pressing down, making even the air become cramped.
While he was stunned, he directly pulled her feet up.
The hands that had held guns and defused duds were now pinching her shoes. The veins on the back of her hands were clearly visible, and the shoelaces were wrapped around the old scars on her tiger's face, like a circle of soft silk wrapped around rough material.
"I can do it myself..."
"Don't move!"
Jiang Ningning curled up her toes and shrank back, but her ankle was grabbed by a pair of pliers-like hands. The calloused palms rubbed her cold ankles and put them into the hot water.
She pursed her lips and stared at the beads of sweat rolling down the back of his neck as he moved. The ripples of water shattered the shadow of his brow.
This man who was as cold as iron, had a gentleness that melted from his stern brows, softer than the snow in spring.
After soaking his feet in the water for a while, he picked them up and placed them on his knees. The water stains from his heels soaked his military pants.
Massaging the soles of your feet is gentler than removing a fuse.
"Who did you learn this technique from?"
Jiang Ningning felt that the atmosphere was inexplicably hot and couldn't help but start a conversation.
"New recruits have to train until very late every day, so it's common for them to get blisters on their feet. It happens over time."
Huo Donglin said it lightly.
The hardships of soldiers are far beyond what outsiders can imagine.
"You..." The last syllable suddenly changed, and Jiang Ningning grabbed his hair fiercely.
I saw him pressing his thumb against the Yongquan acupoint and rubbing it towards the sole of the foot in a circular motion. The numbness and soreness felt like an electric current running up to the tailbone.
This method is indeed professional!
After Huo Donglin finished massaging both feet, the soreness and swelling sensation instantly disappeared, and his body and mind gradually relaxed.
When Huo Donglin came back after pouring the foot washing water, Jiang Ningning had already fallen asleep with her head tilted on the chair.
There were still undried tears on her long and curly eyelashes.
He didn't have any romantic thoughts in his mind. He carried her into the bedroom and went to sleep, feeling only heartache.
In fact, he hoped that Jiang Ningning could live an easier life, as his allowance was more than enough to support the three of them.
It's a pity that Jiang Ningning is an independent and capable new-age woman. How could he be so selfish as to extinguish her dream?
ah! What should I do if my wife loves work too much?
It was another troubled day for Huo Donglin.
This distress was completely suppressed when Wen Yizhai suddenly appeared in front of his yard.
뀪Previous article Yizhai놊 had never met Huo Donglin. He was extremely capable, and his personality and style were colder than a gun barrel.
If he were the "suspected" grandson-in-law, he would be pleasing to the eye in every way.
You are too tall, okay! What's the point of getting so fit? What if the black eyes are so cold and scare Ningning and her two obedient great-grandchildren?
It's okay to be too responsible, otherwise Ningning will easily become a widow.
I heard that the Huo family abused Ningning...
Deduct points, must deduct points!
To sum up, there is nothing good about it, all negative numbers.
Huo Donglin raised his inquiring black eyes. He had praised him highly the night before, so why did he like him so much today?
He was almost on the verge of suspicion, but the next moment the old man's cane hit him on the head.
"Grandpa, is something wrong with Goudan?"
The couple wanted to go to the same place.
The guard was standing outside the door, worried that the conversation would be leaked.
Wen Yizhai took out a photo from his pocket and handed it over, "First, take a look at who the person in this photo looks like?"
This is a very old black-and-white photo, and the edges have turned yellow.
The photo showed a couple. The woman had a big belly, and her baby was estimated to be about six months old.
Next to her, a man in a suit tilted his head slightly, with a shallow dimple on his cheek.
This face, these dimples...
Huo Donglin paused for a moment, his dark eyes fixed on the Yan style calligraphy at the bottom of the photo - "Photo taken in March 1952 by my eldest daughter Wen Xiuhua and son-in-law Han Qichen."
He returned the photo expressionlessly and lowered his voice: "What does a photo prove? I heard that Comrade Han and Comrade Wen Xiuhua also look a lot like each other."
One is the mother who was forced to relocate, and the other is the orphan of a martyr. Huo Donglin knows clearly which one is better for his wife.
Besides, how can we determine blood relationship based on appearance? This is a bit too much of a joke.
The sun hid in the clouds and the sky dimmed.
Huo Donglin stood under the shade of a tree, trying to discern his expression. His black eyes were covered with frost, without any luster at all.
"Old man, I respect your contribution to the country. But I hope that before there is solid evidence, the Wen family's affairs will be implicated in my wife."
It is only natural for the old man to recognize his relatives.
Why should Jiang Ningning leave a stain on her political review and ruin her own future just to satisfy his selfish desires?
If the old man really wanted to do this for Jiang Ningning's own good, he should have appeared here earlier.
Everyone present was smart, but Mr. Wen didn't know this truth.
His eldest daughter had been sent down to the countryside for so long, and it was with great difficulty that he managed to find his eldest granddaughter. Apart from her face being like the eldest daughter, Han Qingqing did not inherit any of the Wen family's genes.
When he thought that she might be able to usurp his granddaughter's throne and leave her to wander around, Mr. Wen felt so distressed that he wanted to compensate her with everything he had.
"I just want to ask Ningning what her blood type is. Don't worry, apart from you and me, no matter what the result is, we will never reveal a single bit of it."
However, he was facing Huo Donglin, who had a heart harder than steel.
"Old man, do you really want to destroy Ningning?"
Are you kidding?
There are physical examination files within the military region. Why did the old man insist on asking Jiang Ningning in person? What's the point of telling her this?
Taking a step back, if Jiang Ningning was a member of the Han family, wouldn't it be very embarrassing to be involved in this family recognition drama?
This straightforward question made the old scientist seem to age several years in an instant.
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