Chapter 132 Two women form a sharp contrast
——【Then...then what do you want to eat? 】
——【I want to eat you.】
As a well-read person, Jiang Rou had already thought of an answer in her mind.
Isn’t that how it’s written in novels?
But in reality, Jiang Rou heard a dull, magnetic whisper mixed with a heavy sense of longing.
"Wife, you are my wedding candy."
As soon as Zhou Chongshan finished speaking.
Jiang Rou's legs became weak.
The old man's answer is much more touching than the greasy lines in the novel.
She likes this.
As Jiang Rou responded.
She stood on tiptoe, raised her chin, and kissed Zhou Chongshan on the lips.
Just like before, she took the initiative to feed Zhou Chongshan candy.
Jiang Rou fed Zhou Chongshan a candy again.
Only this time, she became the red candy ball.
…
Zhou Chongshan tightened his strength and carried Jiang Rou onto the bed beside him.
During this period.
The soft measuring tape, forgotten by its owner, was still pressing on Zhou Chongshan and Jiang Rou's overlapping chests.
Secondly.
Zhou Chongshan was too tall, and when he rushed forward excitedly, his head hit the light in the room.
The lights flickered and the light and shadows were mottled.
Zhou Chongshan and Jiang Rou's figures also seemed to be swaying. ^o^
…
the next day.
When Jiang Rou arrived at Song Qingqian's house, she found that Song Qingqian was in a very bad mental state.
Her face was pale, her eyes were dark blue, and her narrow, red-faced eyes seemed unable to open.
It's obvious that I didn't sleep well last night.
It's like he did something bad.
On the other hand, Jiang Rou's face was flushed, she looked energetic and full of vitality, and she could even lift a large iron pot with one hand.
The two women formed a sharp contrast.
Little did they know.
Jiang Rou was the one who had done something bad and was tossed around all night.
After she entered the room, she looked around Song Qingqian's room, but found no changes and no trace of He Donglai.
Now I understand everything.
This is because Captain Congratulations has not come back.
Jiang Rou is busy assisting every day, but unfortunately Captain He has a heavy responsibility and has no time to go home.
What a pity.
Wait until noon.
Jiang Rou secretly took some spiritual spring water from the space, then boiled it to make tea and poured a cup for Song Qingqian.
Song Qingqian drank the hot tea in a trance and slowly came to his senses.
She began to concentrate on teaching Jiang Rou how to use the sewing machine.
【Sewing machine illustration】
The old-fashioned sewing machines are not electric, but manual mechanical machines.
On the right is the roller with a leather ring connected to the pedal below.
Jiang Rou sat in front of the sewing machine with her feet on the pedals. She could control the sewing speed by the speed of her pedaling.
She had just started learning, so she controlled the speed slowly.
The sewing needle and presser foot are on the left side of the sewing machine.
Jiang Rou pressed the cloth with both hands, put the cloth on, and pushed it forward little by little.
The sewing machine moves slowly forward.
The days passed one by one.
In the blink of an eye.
It's been seven days.
During this period, Jiang Rou followed Song Qingqian to learn how to make clothes, rain or shine, and Song Qingqian also followed Jiang Rou to learn how to cook.
Jiang Rou was deft with her hands and quickly got the hang of it after understanding the principles and techniques of the sewing machine.
Even in some places where she needs to do hand-sewing, her stitches are still crooked and not very neat.
But this can be improved with more practice.
Song Qingqian learned to cook, but not as quickly as Jiang Rou learned to make clothes.
She had been shredding potatoes for seven days, but the shredding was still uneven and she almost cut her fingers several times.
What Jiang Rou taught her were simple, everyday quick dishes, such as cold salads.
Although Song Qingqian's knife skills are not very good, she can already make three simple dishes and a soup.
She no longer has to eat steamed buns every day.
Song Qingqian's changes don't end there.
In her yard, beside the elegant cobblestone path, there was a row of green onions in the flowerbed planted with pink roses.
After a week of growth, tender green shoots have sprouted from the green onions.
Only Song Qingqian could plant green onions and roses together.
Song Qingqian thinks that green onions are fragrant, delicious and beautiful. Every time she sprinkles a little on them when cooking, it helps to improve her appetite.
But Jiang Rou said that wild green onions are more fragrant and delicious than home-grown green onions.
Song Qingqian had never eaten wild onions, and she was secretly longing for it in her heart.
This afternoon.
The weather was muggy in the afternoon.
Zhou Xiaohua felt sleepy after dinner.
Song Qingqian liked this quiet and cute little girl, so she gave up her bed and let Zhou Xiaohua lie on her bed for a nap.
She sat aside, seemingly in deep thought or in a daze, with the corners of her narrow eyes drooping downward, blocking the light in her pupils.
She held a fan in her hand and fanned Zhou Xiaohua gently.
Zhou Xiaochuan didn't take a nap.
He walked to the other side of the living room, which was connected to He Donglai's room.
There was a bookshelf at that location, with neatly arranged rows of books on it.
Jiang Rou had taken a look at a few of them. They were all military theory research, missile and trajectory calculations, aerodynamic deductions...
Jiang Rou recognized every one of those words.
But when they were put together, she couldn't understand what it meant.
These strange and difficult to understand words are too difficult for her as a cook.
After Jiang Rou watched it once, she didn't want to watch it a second time.
She didn't want to face the gap between her and a genius brain.
Instead, it was Zhou Xiaochuan...
He seems very interested in that bookshelf.
When Zhou Xiaohua was not sticking to him to play games, Zhou Xiaochuan was actually not that interested in playing, but was more willing to help Jiang Rou do things within his ability.
After all, he was born into a poor family.
When Zhou Xiaochuan was still an infant, he worked in the fields with his biological mother.
I've long been accustomed to such days.
If he doesn't do something, his existence will be worthless and he will be thrown away at any time.
He liked Jiang Rou calling him from time to time, asking him to light a fire, wash dishes, or get a small thing...
Everything that is accomplished is a joy.
But Jiang Rou is doing needlework now, and Zhou Xiaochuan really can't help.
So the little boy stood in front of the bookshelf, tilted his head and looked at it carefully.
Zhou Xiaochuan knew that these were books, filled with densely packed words, none of which he recognized.
A few days ago.
Da Huzi and Er Huzi from the next yard said that they could already write their own names.
Zhao Dahu, Zhao Erhu.
Da Huzi and Er Huzi took branches and scribbled on the ground, writing crooked words.
Very ugly, not good looking at all.
The two of them almost came to a fight over who wrote the character “虎” correctly.
At that time.
Zhou Xiaochuan watched them quarreling from the side. He didn't recognize any of the crooked words on the ground.
But still trying hard to watch.
From the blurred font, I saw two horizontal bars.
One, two.
When put together like this, does it become “two”?
He kept it in mind silently.