There is a kind of tea called green tea
His hands kept moving, and he quickly stuffed the washed potatoes into his wife's hands while he went to look for the remaining beef in the store today.
Jiang Qing then gave Ms. Wang a thumbs-up. "Mom, your soup is delicious too. Would you like some tonight? Show off your amazing cooking skills and make Lin Nanyan swallow his tongue after eating it."
Wang Hong's eyes twitched, and she tried hard to suppress the slightly upturned corners of her lips. Her daughter was always so exaggerated.
"Okay, go out and play. We don't need you here." She cut the potatoes into cubes and put them in the preparation bowl. "When Xiaonan comes tonight, remember to treat him well."
"I know—"
Ms. Wang's attitude sometimes made Jiang Qing wonder if her mother wanted to exchange her son with Uncle Lin.
She had always cared about Lin Nanyan since she was a child. When she was a child, jealousy suddenly arose in her heart, and then she turned around and teased Lin Nanyan.
Little Jiang Qing: I can’t control my mom, so I can’t control you either, hum╭(╯^╰)╮.
Children all like candy.
Little Jiang Qing’s favorite thing to eat is gummy candy, including gummy candies with various fruit flavors. They are cute in shape and delicious, and they taste sour and sweet in the mouth. They were her favorite at the time.
Therefore, when her mother bought some candies and said she would pick some for Xiao Nanyan first and then leave some for Xiao Jiangqing, she pouted and felt that her mother no longer loved her.
My mother often said that she was adopted from under an old locust tree. Would she also want to adopt this little brat and raise him?
Little Jiang Qing tilted her head, touched her face with her chubby, dimpled hands, and thought very seriously.
It was clearly their own candy, so why should he be allowed to pick it first? The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more she looked at it, the more she disliked it.
While her mother was talking to someone else and couldn't see her, little Jiang Qing, wearing a princess dress and small leather shoes, ran to little Nan Yan and snatched her favorite yellow, beautiful caterpillar candy with sour sand from his hand.
"It's mine, huh." Little Jiang Qing was angry, with her hands on her hips, acting domineeringly.
She actually liked playing with Xiao Nanyan normally, but whenever they fought over candy, he would suddenly become extremely displeased.
The eyes are still the same eyes, the nose is still the same nose, and the mouth is still the same mouth, but they are inexplicably disgusting.
Little Nan Yan was pushed and stood there in a daze, looking at the angry little Jiang Qing and then at Jiang's mother who knew nothing about it.
He stood there at a loss, and soon tears welled up in his eyes like a reservoir. He felt that he was hated.
The chubby face is embedded with big eyeballs, which are watery, clear and bright.
Being stared at in this way, little Jiang Qing unconsciously stopped chewing. She wondered how his eyes, nose and mouth had returned to normal, and even became more beautiful and adorable.
At that time, little Jiang Qing didn't know that there was a kind of tea in the world called green tea, which exudes a fresh, natural and alluring fragrance that makes people unconsciously addicted.
She came to little Nan Yan awkwardly, picking and choosing from the candies in her hand, unwilling to give any of them away. She looked up at little Nan Yan in front of her, who seemed about to cry and looked very aggrieved.
I feel discouraged.
Okay.
With a little adult sigh, she shared half of the candy in her hand and stuffed his chest pocket so full that a big bag even bulged out.
Little Nanyan looked at little Jiangqing in surprise, the tears still in his eyes, but his eye sockets were too shallow to cover them, so they all flowed down.
Little Jiang Qing: ...
So what? Can’t you just give me half the sugar?
She was angry, upset and aggrieved, feeling that she had suffered a great loss, but little Nan Yan seemed to feel even more aggrieved than her.
So little Jiang Qing had to be patient, looking at the caterpillar candy secretly hidden in her hand, and bit it in half with her teeth.
The remaining half was handed to Xiao Nanyan.
Little Nanyan stared at the half-eaten, wet candy stained with the girl's saliva in front of him, staring at him with his big eyes that had turned black and shiny due to tears, and was stunned.
Little Jiang Qing raised her hand and saw that the boy didn't take it. She became impatient, put one hand behind the boy's head, and with the other hand, pinched the half of the candy with the tooth mark in her hand and stuffed it into little Nanyan's mouth, covering the lower half of his face tightly with her little hand.
Xiao Nanyan: "Hmm..."
After making sure that Xiao Nanyan had the candy in his mouth, she let go.
"Here, I'll give it to you."
"Don't cry anymore, I didn't bully you."
When Wang Hong came back, she saw the girl stuffing candy into her mouth with all her might, and the boy took out candy from his bulging pocket and handed it to the girl in a flattering manner.
Wang Hong: "...Don't bully your brother."
Little Jiang Qing:! ! ? ?
What if I get even angrier?
She glared at Xiao Nanyan, not feeling satisfied, so she snatched all the candies from Xiao Nanyan's hand and stuffed them all into her mouth in one breath.
What are you looking at!?
Little Nanyan looked at his empty palms, then at the girl's angry eyes, and finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
Wang Hong was stunned when she saw Jiang Qing's domineering behavior done so smoothly and effortlessly. She was bullying her younger brother right under her nose, and who knows what else might happen behind her back.
What could she do about the sin her daughter had committed? She could only rush forward to comfort little Nan Yan: "Don't cry, don't cry, auntie will buy you another one."
"Auntie will buy you whatever flavor you want."
Little Jiang Qing puffed out her cheeks and chewed.
Ah, so delicious.
As the boy cried, she raised her hand and said, "He wants to eat caterpillars."
Wang Hong, who was frantically trying to comfort little Nan Yan, said: ...
"I think you want to be beaten. Why are you eating caterpillars? If you want to eat them, go find a place to eat them yourself." She didn't even see who she was cleaning up the mess for, and was still making trouble.
Little Jiang Qing was not very discerning at all. She responded actively, standing on tiptoe for fear that her mother would not see her, and raised her hands high: "I want to eat, I want to eat."
Wang Hong choked, the anger in her heart was stuck in her chest and couldn't come out.
What kind of worms are these? What kind of worms are these? This girl must have eaten something when she wasn't looking, and she's gone crazy. Is it still okay?
"Mao...Mao..."
Little Nan Yan cried so hard that he couldn't stop sobbing and his speech was unclear.
Wang Hong patted his back to help him calm down, fearing he would burst into tears. "Speak slowly, Auntie is listening."
Little Jiang Qing blinked her eyes and translated for him innocently: "He is talking about caterpillar candy." After she finished speaking, she opened her mouth and let her mother see the candy that had already stuck together in her mouth.
Wang Hong: ...
Two fucked up things.
At the very end, facing the sunset that day, the little princess held two bags of caterpillar candies in her arms, smiling slyly, like a successful kitten.
Following behind her was little Nan Yan, who was holding the corner of her clothes, with his empty hands and big red eyes.
Jiang Qing is not jealous now. After all, she has grown up and will never argue with a little kid.
Although she also understood some of it, Chinese people are very hospitable and particularly concerned about face.
They like to hand everything to outsiders first as a sign of politeness.
This gene, which has been engraved in their bodies for thousands of years, seems unlikely to change.
They don't even think about whether their children will feel wronged. This seems to be a habit.
It was hard for Jiang Qing to say whether this habit was good or bad, because she was both her own child and someone else's. Her mother treated other children gently, and the mothers of other children also treated her gently.
She has enjoyed the good and the bad of this habit.
From my childhood to now, I have felt wronged and angry, felt that I was treated unfairly, resisted, and was considered a naughty child.
At that time, she felt that she was right.
In a child's mind, the logic is actually very simple: You are the person closest to me, why don't you be best to me?
The best of children is reflected in why they give candy to other children instead of me first? Why can't they talk to me patiently but treat other children so gently?
Adults are always polite, gentle and courteous to other people's children, but their true colors are revealed to their own children.
Alas, other people’s children are always pleasing to the eye.
She understands very well the principle that things smell good from a distance but smell bad up close.
Jiang Qing sighed and sat on the chair, put her books in place and continued to take notes that she had not finished during the day.
In fact, her mother still loves her very much, because there is an irrefutable truth in this world: where money flows, love flows.
Her parents spent a lot of money to raise her.
It’s just that children can’t see clearly and will get angry over a piece of candy or a flower.
But that's what's so cute about kids, isn't it?
I can get angry and laugh; it can be sunny sometimes and rainy sometimes; I cried yesterday and laughed today; I can break up with someone one moment and make up with them the next.
I was very cute when I was a child, she thought narcissistically.
Move your eyes downwards, but how do you solve this problem?
Jiang Qing put her thoughts aside and focused on the chemistry problem in front of her.
The aroma of food from the kitchen soon seeped in through the crack in the bedroom door. Jiang Qing sniffed and continued her studies amidst the aroma.
People who work hard have a learning soul. People who work hard have a learning soul.
Jiang Shanhai and Wang Hong were busy in the kitchen, quickly preparing a large table of rich dishes. The small kitchen was in perfect order. Jiang Shanhai brought the food to the living room dining table one by one. Wang Hong took out the kitchen bowls and chopsticks and placed them on the table. Four bowls and four pairs of chopsticks were just right.
She glanced at the clock on the wall: "Why hasn't Nan Nan come yet?"
Jiang Shanhai was busy bringing out a pot of bone soup. The soup was steaming hot, and the milky white soup was dotted with emerald green onions. The aroma of the onions and the bones blended together, creating a fragrant aroma.
He responded after hearing the voice: "They should be coming up soon. Go call Jiang Jiang out first."
Wang Hong nodded: "Then I'll go and order them. Bring out the main dishes and some of the leftover side dishes from last time. Nannan likes them."
"Okay." Jiang Shanhai turned around and went to the refrigerator to take out the pickled lotus root slices. The refrigerator was full of cold air. He took out the side dishes and placed them on the dining table.
Wang Hong went to Jiang Qing's room first and knocked on the door. "Jiang Jiang, come out to eat. Studying is not that important. Eat first, then study after dinner."
"Okay, I got it." Jiang Qing's voice came muffled through the door.
Putting down her pen and closing her textbook, she began to flatter him even before she pushed the door open, "It smells so good! I'm going to eat a big bowl of it today."
Jiang Shanhai turned around and laughed: "Okay, all you can eat is as much as you want."
While we were chatting, the doorbell rang.
"It must be Lin Nanyan. I'll go open it."
As soon as Jiang Qing opened the door, the person who came into view was Lin Nanyan, who was wearing a white shirt and black pants, clean and tidy, without a single wrinkle.
The boy has slightly drooping eyebrows and smooth jaw lines. He looks casual and natural. At first glance, you can tell that he is a standard model student in other people's families.
"Did you change your clothes specially?"
It’s obviously not the same thing today, she muttered, what a scheming Lin Dagou is.
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