Chapter 145 The Tenderness of an Old Man

Everyone picked up the soup bowl at the same time.

A light layer of fat floated on the clear soup, along with a piece of bamboo shoot, a piece of bacon, and a piece of tofu knot.

Then he lowered his head and drank.

The pickled mustard soup is very hot, but the moment you drink it, the sweet and delicious taste instantly spreads on your taste buds.

The soup looks so clear, but it feels like an aged soup.

The aftertaste is very rich.

That's why bacon is used.

The smoked and dried bacon is like a medicinal inducer that can bring out the rich and mellow flavor.

The most seasonal bamboo shoots are fresh and sweet.

Simply put, it tastes amazing!

A simple dinner that was very satisfying.

Especially the pot full of pickled seafood, in the end there was not even a drop of juice left.

Jiang Rou had done as much as she could, but in the end it was still not enough.

Finished the meal.

The tip of my tongue was still licking my lips, savoring the delicious taste.

This evening.

Not only Zhou Xiaohua was touching her round belly, but Zhou Xiaochuan was also touching his belly which was obviously rounder.

He lowered his brows and thought: Have I gained weight?

…

Nightfall.

Because Zhou Chongshan came home early that day, he had not been able to spend time with the children for a long time because he was busy before.

So Jiang Rou gave the task of coaxing the two children to sleep to Zhou Chongshan, and asked him to tell a bedtime story before returning.

Zhou Chongshan is not good at telling bedtime stories.

After all, there has never been any bedtime story in Zhou Chongshan's life. Even being coaxed to sleep by his mother did not exist.

Since I can't tell a story, I'll just talk about some of the things he experienced.

For example, when he was fighting on the front lines, the places he visited had different customs and cultures.

For example, after the two sides fight, they can obtain spoils from the battlefield.

Their favorite items are American or German pistols, canned beef, canned tomatoes, and compressed biscuits.

One compressed biscuit can sustain you without food for three days.

Weapons are used to save lives, and canned food is a rare seasoning in bloody days.

The scene of five dirty soldiers sharing a can of tomatoes in a ditch is an image that Zhou Chongshan will never forget in his mind.

He spoke of these things in a deep, rich voice, and his words lingered in the small room.

Zhou Xiaohua was not interested in fighting or killing, and she didn't even know what canned tomatoes were.

She eats a lot now, and in her thin pajamas, showing her little hands and feet, she looks like a chubby little pig.

She held the soft quilt in her small hands and leaned against Zhou Xiaochuan.

Soon I fell asleep in a daze.

Even when Zhou Xiaohua fell asleep, she was still smacking her lips in her dream. I guess she was still drinking pickled fresh soup in her dream~

Zhou Xiaochuan was very interested in what Zhou Chongshan said.

A pair of eyes were bright and dark as he listened, very seriously and attentively.

"Dad, what happened next? Did you win?"

"We won. Because we won, we have such a peaceful life now."

Zhou Chongshan said quietly.

But behind these two simple words "win", how many people's lives and sacrifices were hidden? Only Zhou Chongshan, who had experienced it personally, knew it.

He reached out and touched Zhou Xiaochuan's forehead.

"Xiaochuan, do you like your life now?"

"like."

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded vigorously and answered in a crisp and loud voice.

He lay on the small bed, looked up at Zhou Chongshan, thought for a moment, and added.

"There is my father, my sister, and her at home. She is also very good. I have food to eat every day, I can take a hot shower every day, and there are chickens in the yard... Everything is fine."

Such a life had never appeared even in Zhou Xiaochuan's dreams.

When Zhou Chongshan heard Zhou Xiaochuan say so many words in one breath, he felt relieved but also surprised.

Before, Zhou Xiaochuan was always obedient and sensible, but he was taciturn and kept everything to himself.

Even though he admired and liked Zhou Chongshan, because they were not biological father and son, there was still an unbridgeable blood barrier between them.

Zhou Xiaochuan is different now.

He really loves this home and hopes that others can feel his love for it.

Zhou Chongshan knew that Zhou Xiaochuan's great change was all due to Jiang Rou's caring care.

Jiang Rou was like a soft force that brought them together tightly and made them a real family.

"Xiaochuan, things will get better in the future."

Zhou Chongshan spoke in a low voice, which was firm and also a promise.

"Yeah, I know. Good night, Dad."

"Good night, Xiaochuan."

Talking.

Zhou Xiaochuan slowly closed his eyes.

Zhou Chongshan stayed in the small room quietly for a long time before he got up, turned off the lights and left.

Close the door of the small room gently.

…

Indoors.

Jiang Rou had just finished washing her hair.

The long black hair was wet with water droplets, and the color looked a little darker and thicker like seaweed.

Jiang Rou tilted her head to the side, letting her wet long hair hang down on her neck.

Hold a dry towel in your hand and press gently with a soft towel.

When she tilted her head, her slender white neck was exposed.

The lines on the side are as dignified as a swan.

At the same time, the sleeveless floral pajamas tilted to one shoulder, revealing the snow-white and smooth skin on the other side.

As soon as Zhou Chongshan walked into the house, he saw this picture of a beautiful woman emerging from the bath.

There was naturally a sweet scent in the air.

It emanated from Jiang Rou.

Zhou Chongshan couldn't help but take a deep breath, inhaling the faint sweetness.

Jiang Rou was brushing her hair without turning back, but she asked when she heard familiar footsteps.

"Have Xiaochuan and Xiaohua slept?"

"Asleep."

"That's good. Don't let Xiaohua eat so much next time. I'm really worried that she will eat too much and her stomach will be pressed when she sleeps, making her sleep uncomfortable. Xiaochuan is better. She knows how to control herself at such a young age."

"Wife, the food you cooked is so delicious."

"Even if it's delicious, you can't eat it like this. It's not like you won't be able to eat it anymore. If you like it, I can make it again next time."

The couple discussed their children very naturally.

Zhou Chongshan slowly walked forward and took the dry towel from Jiang Rou's hand.

"Wife, let me help you dry your hair."

"Oh... OK. Here you go." Jiang Rou handed the towel over and reminded, "Don't rub it, press it, just absorb the moisture, and it will dry naturally afterwards."

As the days get closer to May.

The weather on the island is getting hotter and hotter.

There was also a sense of heat at night.

The wet long hair will dry in a short while.

Since everything had been handed over to Zhou Chongshan, Jiang Rou simply sat down on the edge of the bed, changed into a comfortable position, and enjoyed the man's service.

Zhou Chongshan wiped her hair. Isn't that just like in the novels about domineering bosses, where the boss blows the heroine's hair?

The old man is still quite gentle.

Jiang Rou thought it was quite sweet.

And she doesn't need to tilt her head or raise her arms all the time. It doesn't require much effort at all and is more comfortable.

Jiang Rou listened to the rustling sound of her hair being stroked beside her ears, with an expression of enjoyment on her face, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

There was a charming laziness on her fair and pretty face.

Her eyes, which were slightly lowered, were not in a state of confusion, but rather clear.

She asked softly, "Chongshan, do you have something to tell me?"