Chapter 6 Two Evil Radish Heads
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"—Zhizhi, get up and eat some food while it's hot."
Deng Qiu walked in carrying a small bowl of noodles, the blush on her cheeks still lingering.
Sang Zhizhi scrambled to her feet and obediently sat on the small stool. The chair in front of her was one that Uncle Jiang had specially brought over to serve as a dining table.
Deng Qiu is a very good cook. Although she was in a hurry and only had time to cook clear soup noodles, she still put a fried egg in the little one's bowl. The bright yellow color of the egg, along with the chopped green scallions and cilantro, and the diced tomatoes, enhanced the flavor. Two drops of sesame oil were added to the thin noodles to maximize the aroma.
Zhizhi sniffed and happily smiled sweetly.
"So... Mom, you really didn't kiss your new dad just now?"
"Hurry up and eat your food!"
Deng Qiu's already embarrassed face turned even redder, and she didn't dare to look at Jiang Anchao who was following behind her.
Faced with the questioning gaze of the little cub, Jiang Anchao, a grown man, rarely showed a bit of embarrassment.
He coughed lightly twice, covering his mouth. "Zhizhi, if there's anything you're not used to, tell Dad. Don't bother your mom."
I just happened to hug her, who knew that the little cub would see it.
Jiang Anchao silently recited in his heart.
To protect the child's physical and mental health, we should avoid close contact with her in the future.
Hmm? No, that's not right.
Why would he want to have intimate contact in the future?
Jiang Anchao was startled by his own thoughts.
Deng Qiu turned her head and saw him holding the bowl thoughtfully. She couldn't help but urge him softly, "Eat quickly, or it will get cold."
"Oh, okay! I'll eat right away!"
Jiang Anchao had just picked up the large yellow enamel bowl when he was scalded hard. He quickly put it down and used his burning hands to pinch his earlobes to cool them down. His clumsy appearance made Deng Qiu laugh.
Sang Zhizhi buried herself in her food, pretending not to see anything.
While they were eating, the little cub suddenly noticed that there was no poached egg in Deng Qiu's bowl.
Huh?
There's some in Zhizhi's little rice bowl, and there's some in her new dad's big rice bowl.
Why isn't it in Mom's bowl?
Just as Zhizhi picked up her spoon to scoop the poached egg from her bowl to share with her mother, she saw her new father quickly put the poached egg into Deng Qiu's bowl.
Then he turned his back and slurped up the soup noodles.
Little Zhizhi blinked her eyes in confusion, clearly seeing that her stepmother seemed to smile.
Although her smile wasn't obvious, you could definitely tell she seemed very happy.
The stepmother is beautiful, and the new father is tall and handsome.
They are such a perfect match.
The bedroom was lit by a kerosene lamp, and the warm, dim light created a peaceful and happy atmosphere.
After finishing her meal, Zhizhi wiped her face with a hot towel in her little hands, while Deng Qiu cleared away the dishes and went to the kitchen to busy herself.
Jiang Anchao took a thin blanket from the wardrobe and went to the living room.
Zhizhi lifted the curtain and, like a little kitten, furtively peeked at her new father in the living room.
Jiang Anchao had just spread the blanket on the sofa and was about to lie down when he noticed the little one.
"Dad... weren't you going to sleep in your brothers' room?"
Hearing the cub's concern, he reached out and patted her little head.
Those two rascals in the bedroom are sleeping sprawled out; if we wake them up, they'll start fighting again.
Boys this age are disliked by cats and dogs; raising a daughter is much more considerate.
"The living room is spacious, and it's quiet here to sleep. Okay, Zhizhi, go back to rest with Mommy, be good."
The little cub nodded as if it understood, and obediently went back inside.
Jiang Anchao lay down and let out a long sigh of relief, then began to plan his future.
He has to go to the distribution center tomorrow morning, and it's in a rush, so he doesn't know if he'll be able to get an industrial ticket.
Xiao Deng is a good girl. Now that she's with me, I can't just arrange a marriage without her knowing.
We can't let her feel wronged.
[Ding!]
The fruits and vegetables in the space are ripe; little master, you can harvest them now.
Sang Zhizhi was sleeping soundly when she was pulled into the space.
The temperature here is warm and pleasant, and the air is filled with the aroma of fresh, ripe fruits and vegetables.
The little cub walked along the path to the fig tree and found a small basket filled with picked figs. Several other pink baskets contained apples, tomatoes, and she even saw a row of eggs.
Huh?
The last time I saw it, there were no chickens, so where did the eggs come from?
Out of curiosity, Zhizhi explored the storage room in her space and found an extra reminder in the user manual.
【Friendly Reminder: As your little one's happiness grows, new items will gradually be added to the space. Please keep your little one happy!】
The virtual farm is now open! Little owner, go check on your chicks!
Following the clues, Sang Zhizhi indeed discovered a new house on the other side of the warehouse, where ten chickens were chirping and twittering, one of which was even a white-feathered black-boned chicken.
Wow!
The stepmother is in poor health, and I've heard that black-boned chicken is very good for replenishing qi and blood.
Chicks are so cute, they must make a really delicious soup!
Zhizhi's eyes lit up, and she rubbed her hands together excitedly.
She also discovered that in addition to the chicken-raising area, the farm had several other areas that were not open to the public. According to the signs, it seemed that pig, duck, and goose farming would be added in the future.
It's important to know that in 1977, there was a food shortage, and ordinary families could only afford to eat pork during the Lunar New Year.
The space is like a modern, large-scale breeding base, where scientific breeding can be carried out through full automation.
Before long, I'll probably be able to have braised pork every day!
But... how can I take these things out without arousing suspicion?
Zhizhi suddenly found herself in a dilemma; she was only three and a half years old.
It's hard to explain if someone suddenly pulls out a bunch of food...
Well, since we're already here, let's take this basket of fruit out first!
Sleepiness washed over her, and Zhizhi rolled over and snuggled into her stepmother's sweet embrace, falling into a deep sleep...
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Early the next morning
"Brother, how come you're so good-looking? Your eyelashes are so long, and your little hands are like tiny white radishes!"
Little Carrot Head lay by the bed, facing the sleeping, chubby little dumpling, and couldn't resist reaching out to gently touch the little face.
"My goodness! Her face is as soft as tofu!"
*Smack!*
Big Radish Head slapped his younger brother's hand away, his still-childish voice carrying a hint of maturity, "Don't touch me like that, what if you break it?"
His bright, dark eyes lingered on the sleeping Sang Zhizhi's face for a long time before reluctantly looking away.
He said curtly, "If you hurt her, they'll be even more determined to stay at our house!"
"Hmm..."
Sang Zhizhi heard a lot of noise around her and thought it was her stepmother. She raised her little hand and grabbed the other person's hand, speaking in a sweet, milky voice as she coaxed the other person.
"It's still early, the sun hasn't even hit the bottom yet. Zhizhi, sleep a little longer, just a little while~"
When the little cub suddenly grabbed his finger, the older brother froze on the spot.
Sang Zhizhi didn't hear a response from her stepmother and sensed that something was wrong.
She slowly opened her eyes and met the gazes of the two brothers, one big and one small.
And at this moment, her hand was still gripping the older brother's fingers tightly.
Sang Zhizhi asked uncertainly, "......brother?"
Jiang Gansu remembered his purpose for coming and his face immediately turned cold. "Who's your brother?!"
When his older brother said that, Jiang Zhenwei, the younger brother, immediately put his hands on his hips as well.
"That's right! Who's your brother! This is my home! You're not welcome here. Please take your bib and baby bottle and leave!!"
Sang Zhizhi: "... ..."
She sat up, cleared her throat, and began slowly and deliberately: "First, I've been weaned, so I don't have a bottle! Second, I don't drool, so I don't have a bib! Third..."
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