Chapter 218: As soft as snow, and can be broken by a blow
This afternoon.
Jiang Rou carried the uneaten plums and took Zhou Xiaohua and Zhou Xiaochuan home.
Along the way.
Zhou Xiaochuan seemed to be hesitant to speak, and his bright eyes looked at Jiang Rou from time to time, and it was obvious that he was holding back something.
I walked all the way and endured all the way.
Just before reaching home.
Zhou Xiaochuan couldn't help it anymore, he looked up and asked Jiang Rou.
"Why do you insist on having Auntie Song sing on stage with you?"
Jiang Rou was amazed in her heart.
Yo!
Although her little wolf cub is no longer as ferocious, its sharpness has not decreased at all.
If Jiang Rou really wanted to find someone to sing on stage with her, with so many sisters-in-law in the compound, she would definitely be able to find other suitable candidates.
But Jiang Rou doesn't want anyone else but Song Qingqian.
Even though Song Qingqian was unwilling at first, she did not hesitate to use tea art and deliberately use torture to make Song Qingqian agree.
This matter seems very strange at first glance.
Jiang Rou’s real plan is definitely not as simple as just singing on stage.
Zhou Xiaochuan's inner intuition told her that Jiang Rou must be planning something.
He really... wanted to know.
I want to know how Jiang Rou can come up with such wild and surprising ideas, which always emerge in an endless stream.
She is like a bag of treasures in a fairy tale.
Jiang Rou was not surprised at all to be seen through by a six-year-old child.
Who made their Zhou Xiaochuan so smart?
Jiang Rou smiled and asked back.
"Did you see that I was using a self-torture tactic?"
Zhou Xiaochuan nodded seriously, "Yes."
Jiang Rou still smiled brilliantly and replied, "Because only when I stand on the stage can I be seen by others!"
On the stage?
Being seen?
Who wants to see it?
Zhou Xiaochuan frowned again and wanted to ask again, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted by Jiang Rou's touch.
Jiang Rou stroked Zhou Xiaochuan's hair back and forth with her palm as if she was stroking a kitten.
"Oh my, my Xiaochuan is amazing. He can smell the tea flavor at such a young age. How can he be so smart? Keep it up, so that he won't be fooled by green tea and women in the future."
Green tea...why is it deceptive?
Zhou Xiaochuan's little head was in great trouble.
Why is Jiang Rou's words always so strange? He can only understand half of them.
Jiang Rou quickly changed the topic.
"We're home now, it's time to cook dinner. Dad will be home for dinner tonight, so I'll cook a few more dishes. What do you want to eat? Fried eggs or egg custard? Scrambled eggs are also delicious. We haven't finished eating the green onions at home, and scrambled eggs with green onions are the most delicious..."
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Night.
Jiang Rou took a shower, with her slightly wet long hair draped behind her, and she was wearing a sleeveless floral pajamas.
The water droplets sliding down from the long black hair wet the clothes and also hung on the white and slender arms.
It gave her a touch of sparkling water sheen all over her body.
She was lying on the desk with a notebook in front of her and a pencil in her hand.
With his head lowered to the side, his nose brushed across the paper, making a rustling sound.
When Zhou Chongshan walked in, he saw Jiang Rou writing furiously.
She asked without looking up.
"Hana and Ogawa slept together?"
He had just returned from the two children's room.
Zhou Chongshan glanced at Jiang Rou, picked up the dry towel she had thrown aside, and walked over.
"They haven't gone to bed yet. They're still telling the story of the three little pigs."
When Jiang Rou heard this, she burst out laughing.
The story of the three little pigs goes something like this.
A long time ago, there were three little pigs. They lived together happily. Then a big bad wolf came.
The big bad wolf caught the three little pigs, and then one turned into roasted pork, one turned into roasted suckling pig, and one turned into crispy pork belly.
Right after.
Jiang Rou will explain the cooking process of the three little pigs in detail.
When Jiang Rou told this "fairy tale" for the first time, she was just making it up.
After finishing the story, I still felt that it was too cruel and not suitable for children at all.
Result——Zhou Xiaohua likes it very much!
He always pestered Jiang Rou and asked her to tell him the same thing over and over again.
She would listen with her mouth watering.
The little head is probably full of pork, delicious pork.
The little girl must really want to become the Big Bad Wolf, so that all three little pigs can be hers, whether it is the braised pork, the roast suckling pig, or the crispy pork belly, they are all hers!
Swish, swish.
The saliva keeps flowing.
As soon as Jiang Rou heard Zhou Chongshan mention "Three Little Pigs", she guessed that Zhou Xiaohua would not fall asleep so easily.
Zhou Chongshan probably couldn't tell that story.
But it didn't matter. Zhou Xiaochuan had listened to it several times and remembered the whole story. He even remembered the cooking steps that Jiang Rou described clearly.
It was the same when he told it to Zhou Xiaohua.
"It's okay. Xiaochuan will take care of it."
As Zhou Chongshan sat down next to Jiang Rou, a wave of heat appeared.
Men have a lot of internal heat and a high body temperature. Now that the weather is getting hotter, the temperature seems to rise several degrees when you get close to it.
Zhou Chongshan grabbed Jiang Rou's wet long hair, put it in a dry towel, and pressed it gently.
He whispered, "Why don't you dry your hair?"
"It's hot and comfortable to be wet."
Jiang Rou was too lazy to dry her hair, but she would still enjoy it if someone helped her.
She tilted her head slightly, brushed her long hair back, and spoke softly.
"Wipe this side too."
As her black hair was lifted, her fair skin behind her neck was revealed.
As soft as snow, it can be broken by a blow.
Zhou Chongshan's dark eyes swept across, restrained, and finally fell on the paper in front of Jiang Rou.
"Wife, what are you writing?"
“It’s the lyrics.”
While writing, Jiang Rou told Zhou Chongshan that she had promised Lin Yulan that she would sing on stage at a literary and artistic performance in the near future.
Zhou Chongshan had heard Jiang Rou sing when she taught Zhou Xiaohua several times.
Her voice is sweet and bright, as if covered with honey. The majestic military songs, when sung with her voice, will also have a sense of love between children.
It is a very special style.
If it were a performance, it would definitely be enjoyable.
Zhou Chongshan had a small doubt, "Are there so many lyrics?"
Jiang Rou said, "Here are not just the lyrics of one song, but several. This is called skewers! Just like kebabs, pork, mutton, beef, and several other pieces of meat are skewered together."
Zhou Chongshan understood after hearing this analogy.
The skewers are really very vivid.
His wife is amazing!
Creative words~