We ate and talked about the interesting stories of the quadruplets. By the end, the rice was already warm. Why did they need Lao Zhou to feed them?

Neither of them said to stop feeding, after all, it was a two-way fight.

Qiao Yu didn't finish that much, so Lao Zhou was happy to eat her leftovers.

After both of them had eaten and drunk their fill, they threw the pots and bowls into the kitchen to soak, and Lao Zhou carried Qiao Yu back to the room.

Holding his wife in his arms, Lao Zhou finally had the most peaceful sleep in three years.

The next day, Qiao Yu bumped into Zhou's mother when he went downstairs.

Yesterday, Zhou's mother came back late and was soaking in the big bathhouse. This morning, when she heard the quadruplets talking to each other, she was shocked for a long time.

Seeing Qiao Yu coming downstairs, Zhou's mother's eyes were filled with tears. "I'm glad you're back. I'm glad you're back safely. Why have you lost so much weight?"

"Mom, I'm sorry to have worried you."

"How could you have been gone for three years? The children kept missing you. And the three children, Dawei, Xiaoyong and Shuhui, regretted not having seen you before leaving Beijing..."

In front of other people, Qiao Yu always has the final say, but when facing an old person like Zhou's mother, she is willing to listen to what the old person says patiently.

After breakfast, Yan Zi got the news and came with Bing Bing in her arms, followed by Xiao Chun Zhi.

"Mom." Yan Zi's eyes turned slightly red when she saw Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu nodded and looked at the child in her arms, "This is Bingbing, right? He's grown so big now. Come, let me hold him."

Bingbing is a little afraid of Qiao Yu.

Seeing Qiao Yu spread his arms, he pulled his hands into his mother's arms and buried his head in his mother's shoulders.

Qiao Yu didn't care and withdrew his hand, "Why is this kid so shy?"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Xiao Harue.

Qiao Yu pinched the child's shoulder and said with emotion, "Little Chunzhi has become Big Chunzhi."

"Milk." Xiao Chunzhi smiled crisply, with a smile on her face.

Qiao Yu: "Okay, okay."

Qiao Yu stuffed the big red envelope he had prepared into Xiao Chunzhi's pocket.

Yan Zi wanted to grab it, but Qiao Yu stopped her, "This is the red envelope given for the Chinese New Year, don't take it from the children, let them spend it themselves!"

Hearing this, Yan Zi said nothing more.

The children went to play by themselves, and Qiao Yu took Yan Zi to sit and chat.

"The New Year is coming soon, you and the kids should move in first. I have a lot to talk about here, you can chat with us."

Yan Zi: "It's not a holiday yet. Let Xiao Chunzhi and Bingbing move in first. I still have to work for a few days. It will be inconvenient to move to the military compound in advance."

"Too."

Routine inspections are required for everyone entering and leaving. Who can stand this?

Yan Zi: "I will bring the two children's clothes later."

Zhou's mother said, "There are so many clothes for the children at home. Are you too lazy to move them? Just let Bingbing hang out with Da Wa and the others. You can be less distracted by the children."

Yan Zi nodded without hesitation, "Okay."

At night, the soldier also came back from get off work.

Qiao Yu looked at the child and saw that he was not only stable but also looked much older. He nodded and said, "As expected of the head chef of the Grand Hall. Look at his posture. Even a mother like me is frightened."

Only when facing Qiao Yu did the soldier boy retain the naive smile of his childhood.

"Mom, please stop teasing me."

During dinner, everyone laughed and talked.

After Zhou Jun and Yan Zi left, Junwazi felt a little sad when his boots stepped into the snow.

"What's wrong? Weren't you very happy before you came out?"

Zhou Jun: "No. I just found it hasn't been this lively for a long time."

Whether it is lively or not depends mainly on the character of the person in power.

In the past three years, every family dinner was hosted by Lao Zhou, and Zhang Zhan was added during the Chinese New Year. Both of them were quiet.

Zhang Zhan's stall is getting bigger and bigger, and he has long had the aura of a superior. He doesn't say much in front of anyone, including when facing Little Goldfish and the quadruplets. It seems that only Qiao Yu can open the door to his conversation.

The one who is older than the two of them is Zhou's mother, who has always been a transparent person.

Therefore, every family dinner is serious for them in the middle and oppressive for the younger children.

Bingbing, in particular, had never seen Qiao Yu present at a family dinner. After he learned to speak, he always told Yan Zi that he didn't want to go to the military compound.

This time, he actually took the initiative to stay and didn't even hug his favorite quilt.

"Speaking of which, my uncle..."

Zhou Jun's breath hitched, and he shook his head, saying, "Dad didn't even mention it, so we youngsters should not bring it up."

"All right."

At night, Lao Zhou talked about the Spring Festival Gala.

1983 was the year when the popularity of television increased dramatically, so it was no surprise that China held its first Spring Festival Gala in that year.

Different from the indifference of neighbors in big cities in later generations, this period is the time when the festive atmosphere is the strongest, whether it is interpersonal relationships or the atmosphere of the New Year.

"What programs are there?" Qiao Yu asked curiously.

"It hasn't been decided yet, but if you have time, you can go and have a look. The judges will make the selections, and if you go, you will be treated as a guest of honor and have the right to decide the program list."

Qiao Yu felt that after wasting so many years, even if he had accomplished a few great things, with the help of space, they were nothing.

She didn't even care about the military title she had fought for.

The only thing I felt a little bit was being able to move the car?

But, this doesn’t mean anything in later generations. She has driven all kinds of sports cars.

Spring Festival Gala selection! She is treated as a guest of honor and can decide the program list?!

Qiao Yu was eager to try it out, "Okay! I'll go take a look! Do you want to wear something?"

"Just wear your ID and military insignia."

"OK!"

Qiao Yu was originally feeling a little tired, but now he was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep.

Seeing that she was in high spirits, Old Zhou didn't want to talk about her elder brother Zhang Zhan anymore.

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Let's talk about it again in a few days.

Qiao Yu's vacation this time was very long. The next day, before dawn, he did not go anywhere but went straight to Central China Television.

The studio was still reviewing today's program list. When the chief director heard Qiao Yu's rank and name, he quickly put down what he was doing and came to greet him.

"Director Qiao."

"Hello, are you the chief director?"

Not the person from another world.

She walked to the center of the judges' seat while chatting with the chief director.

The chief director sat next to her, and the others moved one by one, with the last one sitting at the back of the auditorium.

A true scene of a higher-ranking official crushing someone to death.

Qiao Yu glanced at the selection list and after looking through it, there was no program about another world.

Yes, it’s just that the historical development is the same, but the people are different.

Not only those above, but also ordinary people are different.

After being slightly disappointed, Qiao Yu found that the skits and other shows here were quite good and always made her laugh out loud.

When she laughed, the other judges dared not to be serious and laughed along with her.

The candidates in front of them were confused and pale when they heard the laughter, thinking that they had messed up and lost. After all, when they went on stage, the judges had no expression, whispered to each other, and were in a posture of criticizing.

The contestants behind were also trembling with fear. What would they do if they couldn’t make the judges laugh?

The ones from the song and dance troupe: ...Wanzizi, they only know how to sing and dance!

A spy suddenly came in from the backstage and panted, "It's okay! A military medical director who is easy to laugh has come to the judging panel. She is at the rank of major general. She is not participating in the selection, she is just here to watch the show!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.