Stepmother: 159. Getting ready for school

Song Zhaodi choked and turned her head quickly, facing Sanwa: "I won't blame you if it's so spicy."

"But I feel bad." Sanwa said without hesitation.

The big baby staggered: "Zhong Sanwa, don't say it's my brother in the future."

"Why did you come in?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Dawa: "Take a knife and cut open the chicken belly. Sanwazi, the chili oil is for us, please beg me, I'll give you a bite."

"It seems that you are the only one who has chili oil." Without looking for his mother or begging his big brother, Sanwa moved a small horse to sit next to Zili, "Brother Zili, can I have some of your chili oil?"

Stand up and patted his head: "Sanwazi, you are still acting like a spoiled child at the age of twelve, aren't you afraid that others will laugh at you?"

"No one else." Sanwa looked at Zili with hope, "Brother Zili, I know you are the best."

I don't usually tease my younger brothers, but Sanwa's appearance is so fun, so I deliberately said: "I'm not good at all."

"I feel hello." Sanwa said.

I am happy: "The chili oil is very hot, and my mother hasn't put any salt in it, so even if I dig a little for you, you won't be able to eat it." After a while, "the chicken will be stewed later, you eat steamed buns with chili oil now, Do you still want to eat chicken?"

Sanwa swallowed and put the bowl on the chopping board: "I'll press the water for eldest brother."

Song Zhaodi looked back at him and sneered: "Zhenxing, go out and tell Dawa, cut off the chicken breast, and I will cook you a delicious dish with chicken breast."

"Mother, don't do too much, otherwise the big baby won't leave with me." Zi Li said with a smile.

Song Zhaodi: "I asked him to buy some lean meat. He used up all the meat tickets, and he didn't leave us a pound. He didn't have to leave, and he didn't have to eat."

"He thought you were frying shredded pork." Zi Li said with a smile, "I don't think I would have dreamed that you would put meat in chili oil."

Song Zhaodi: "I originally planned to put peanuts, but I didn't buy them. I won't grow peas next year, so I will plant some peanuts and keep them for you to make peanut chili sauce. When I want to use them temporarily, I have to go out and buy others. "

"The school has a cafeteria, we can just go to the cafeteria to eat, we don't need to be so troublesome." Zili said.

Song Zhaodi smiled: "No trouble. Planting peanuts, peeling peanuts have three babies, and I don't need to do it myself. If I don't let them work, they will go crazy after finishing their homework."

"The mother will plant it." Zili said, "We're gone, let the three of you do whatever you want. If the third child is making trouble, when we have winter vacation, ask the big child to clean him up."

Song Zhaodi nodded: "By the way, don't come here this winter vacation." The voice fell, seeing Zi Li's face changed, "Come here later in the year, I will make some chili sauce for you to take."

"Well, I see." Zi Li smiled.

Song Zhaodi glanced at him and said with a smile: "When you bring chili oil and bean paste to the school, don't take them all out at once. Sometimes they are too generous, and they will take others for granted."

"Self-reliant and not stupid." Dawa came in with a basin, lifted the lid of the pot on the stove, and saw that it was full of steamed buns, "Mother, why do you heat the steamed buns so early?"

Song Zhaodi: "Sanwa is hot, take it out. Put the chicken in and blanch it, then use this pot to cook the chicken."

"I don't have enough steamed buns for lunch, do you want to make some more noodles?" Dawa asked.

Song Zhaodi put the chili oil in a jar: "I'll make it at noon, it's still early." Pointing to the row of chili oil on the chopping board, "You guys are watching no mice run in in the house, I'll go get some bean paste. "

"Mother, do I need to brush the pot for making chili oil?" Zi Li stood up and asked.

Song Zhaodi waved her hand: "No!"

When making bean paste originally, Song Zhaodi planned to put watermelon in it, but she didn't dare to mess with it because she was afraid it would go bad. Because she was afraid of insects, Song Zhaodi put a lot of salt in it. The bean paste without secondary processing could not be eaten at all, and it was too salty.

Song Zhaodi asked Erwa and Zhengang to pick some green peppers and shallots, and she marinated the chicken breast. After the chicken **** were marinated, Song Zhaodi de-seeds and dices the green peppers, chops the shallots, adds some **** and puts them in a frying pan to sauté until fragrant, then adds bean paste and water.

It's hot, it's almost noon, and the bean paste and chili oil haven't completely cooled down yet. Song Zhaodi asked Zili and Dawa to move the chili oil and bean paste to the living room, and she started to cook lunch.

Chicken breast is made into tenderloin, and the tofu I bought in the morning is made into homemade tofu. While she cooks tenderloin and tofu on the stove, Dawa uses a ground pot to make a pot of jelly.

Song Zhaodi then used jelly, shrimp and conch to make a pot of seafood stew. When this dish is served, use the ground pot to make a pan of noodle cakes.

Around twelve o'clock, Zhong Jianguo smelled the aroma of vegetables as soon as he arrived in the courtyard, so he couldn't help speeding up his pace. When he entered the living room, he asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"It's delicious." Sanwa put the fried chicken on the table and couldn't help but pinch a piece, noticed the person next to her, and hurriedly handed it over, "Dad, try it, my mother made it with chicken. .”

Zhong Jianguo waved his hand to signal that he didn't need it. The three babies were overjoyed and put the chicken in his mouth. He looked up and saw that his father was pinching a large piece of chicken and stuffing it into his mouth.

The second baby came out with the tofu, and saw his father and his younger brother, you and I were eating together, and hurriedly rushed into the kitchen and shouted: "Mom, the chicken has been eaten by Dad and the third baby."

"No." Zhong Jianguo said, "It's all eaten by the three babies. I haven't washed my hands yet." As he spoke, he went outside to wash his hands.

Song Zhaodi was happy and asked the elder sons, "Do you think Master Zhong has eaten it?"

"You don't need to guess to know, he ate it." Da Wa said, "My dad usually talks a lot about eating if he doesn't clean himself or not. If he doesn't wash his hands or eat, he will lie to himself."

Sanwa didn't dare to steal food again, and ran in just in time to hear Dawa's words: "Big brother is right, Dad eats more than me."

"Sanwazi, you are not too timid, and now you even dare to sue your father?" The big baby looked at him, "Why aren't you afraid that your father will beat you?"

Sanwa is afraid, but he is not afraid either: "Dad is not such a careful person. Mother will also protect me, right? Mother."

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "If you don't listen to me, I want to beat you a long time ago." The chicken that had been stewed for three hours was torn into a pot and handed to Sanwa, "No more stealing. "

Zhenxing: "I'll bring it." He reached out and robbed the basin.

Sanwa's face changed slightly, and he chased after him and asked, "Zhenxing, do you know what it means to treat a gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain?"

"I don't read much, so I don't know." Zhenxing put the basin on the table, "Erwa, look at him." Pointing to Sanwa, she turned back to the kitchen to get the tableware.

Dawa, Zili, Gengsheng and Song Zhaodi were all in the kitchen, and there wasn't much in the kitchen. Sanwa simply pulled up a chair and sat down. Seeing Zhen Xing coming out, she said, "Zhen Xing, you don't know that I can teach you you."

Zhenxing glanced at him as he set the table and chopsticks: "No need, I'm afraid of being led astray by you."

"You say I'm bad?" Sanwa asked with wide eyes.

Zhenxing gave him a look: "I didn't tell you."

"Teaching people bad doesn't mean the people you teach are bad." Dawa said, "It's also possible that you don't like Zhenxing, so I guess you're teaching him badly. So, I prove that Zhenxing didn't say you were bad. However, Sanwazi, you Pretty self-aware."

Sanwa snorted: "You all come together to bully me. When you leave, I will kill all the chickens and ducks in our family."

"By the way, I almost forgot." Song Zhaodi came out with the steamed buns, "When you leave, take all the salted duck eggs and salted eggs with you."

The big baby couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Mother, we need to bring chili oil and bean paste, as well as our clothes and shoes, and let us bring salted eggs? We are not Nezha, we have no three heads and six arms."

"I'll send you clothes, shoes and quilts." Song Zhaodi said, "You just need to bring Zili's clothes. When Zili goes to report, if the quilts haven't been delivered yet, take two beds from his grandfather's house. I heard that Bingcheng is much colder than Binhai, so bring a few extra quilts just in case.”

The big baby sighed: "Mother, let's go to school."

"I told you to bring so many things just to go to school." Song Zhaodi said, "If you go out to play, I don't care about you. Also, just pack up after you have eaten, and I'll go check it out. Save tomorrow morning. In a panic, I lost everything."

Zhong Jianguo: "If you don't want to take it to school, leave it in Qi's home. When the weather gets cold, borrow the teacher's phone to call Qi and ask the attendant to send it to you."

"It's okay." Zhong Dawa glanced at Song Zhaodi, "I thought Mother asked us to report with salted duck eggs..."

Zhong Jianguo: "So what? When I was in college, there were still people carrying pickles and steamed buns."

"When you went to college, the school didn't subsidize meal tickets and money?" Dawa asked hurriedly.

Zhong Jianguo: "Some people think that there is only a little subsidy, but they are afraid that it will not be enough to eat. In fact, it is enough for us. Some people have a small appetite and can save a lot of money every month. Mother will give you some money, and if you can come out on weekends, go buy some good food."

"Dad, if I can come out on weekends, I will go to my grandpa's house to eat." Gengsheng reminded.

Zhong Jianguo sat down and picked up his chopsticks: "Didn't you say you don't like your aunt's children? They don't come over on weekends?"

"I've already thought of a way to treat her." Gengsheng said, "We went out to play this time and turned to my grandfather. Grandpa asked me how I was doing in the test, and I said that Imperial College is stable.

"Because my brother and I didn't want to go back with my aunt and uncle, they didn't like me and my brother. As soon as I heard that I could be admitted to the University of God, my aunt and my uncle were as happy as their children were. They showed off and asked me to give their children supplementary lessons. Those children changed their faces when they heard supplementary lessons. When I meet them later, I will ask them how many marks they have taken and whether they can be admitted to the University of God."

Song Zhaodi couldn't help laughing: "They must be afraid of you."

"I don't know for now." Geng Sheng smiled wickedly, "You can try."

Song Zhaodi looked at Dawa: "I'm not worried about self-reliance, rehabilitation and revitalization, Dawa, I'm worried about you going to school to form a gang."

"Mother, do people insist on playing with me?" Zhong Dawa asked rhetorically.

Song Zhaodi: "If you are far away, I can't control you and I don't care about you, but I remind you that you are not allowed to exclude others."

"Zhao Di, worry too much." Zhong Jianguo said, "Don't look at the self-reliance already eighteen, I believe that there are not many people younger than him in the whole school. Dawa's school, the youngest must be older than him. Three or five years old. People don't make trouble with him."

The big baby glanced at him: "Dad, don't look down on people."

"Would you like to make a bet?" Zhong Jianguo asked with a smile.

The big baby took a bite of the chicken and buzzed: "Wait until I have a good meal."

After dinner, the baby ran upstairs, saying that he got up too early today and had to go upstairs to sleep for a while. In fact, he was afraid that Zhong Jianguo would make a bet. Zhong Jianguo just said it casually and didn't take it seriously at all. Seeing him like this, he wanted to laugh.

After a short rest at home, Zhong Jianguo left. As soon as he left, Song Zhaodi rushed her sons upstairs to pack up, while she went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy oil paper and hemp rope.

The supply and marketing cooperative does not sell oiled paper, but it does have oiled paper for wrapping cakes. I heard Song Zhaodi say that she used oiled paper to wrap food for several children, and the salesperson gave her a stack of oiled paper and didn't charge her.

Song Zhaodi said thank you, took oil paper and twine back home, and sealed the chilled chili oil and soybean paste. Then the four bottles were bundled together and wrapped in newspaper, and it was impossible to see what was inside from the outside.

After finishing these two things, Song Zhaodi found the small jar of pickled carrots and vegetables in winter, and put the salted duck eggs and eggs in the jar. When she was about to pack up, she became self-reliant and rejuvenated.

Song Zhaodi pointed to the three packs and one jar on the big table: "How is it?"

"Very good. We held the chili oil and asked Dawa to hold the jar." Zhenxing said, and glanced upstairs, "I guess Dawa is too angry to go to the imperial capital with us."

Song Zhaodi couldn't help laughing when she imagined it: "Whatever you choose. It's still early to leave the school to report, and there should be no one on the road. When you get on the train, put these things on the seat, don't keep hold.

"Wheat milk essence and canned bottles can hold two kilograms, a pack of nearly eight kilograms. If you carry it to the imperial capital like this, it will take several days for your arms to recover. By the way, take the quilt, cotton-padded clothes and cotton-padded shoes. Come down, let's go to the post office."

"Go now?" Zhenxing asked.

Song Zhaodi: "I feel it's too late now. Hurry up, the post office will be closed if you wait any longer."

"Mother, do you think that when the four of them go out, the family has grown bigger." Sanwa jumped down and pointed at the brothers.

Song Zhaodi: "Not only is the house empty, but if you fight with others in the future, no one will help you."

"That's right." Sanwa thought about it carefully, "It doesn't matter, I'll take a few more younger brothers. Well, who would like to be my younger brother, and I will lend him the homework book to copy when he is in the college entrance examination."

The big baby is happy: "Sanwazi, do you think you are me?"

"Of course I'm not you, I'm better than you." Sanwa said, "Your English test is only 70 points, mother is embarrassed to tell others that you have taken the English test. When I take the college entrance examination, English At least ninety percent on the test."

Song Zhaodi: "Then you have to study hard from today. Otherwise, even if you score 90 points in the English test, it is impossible for you to score better than your eldest brother."

"Mother, who are you looking for?" Sanwa asked, "He's leaving soon, and I'll be the only one who will help you in the future."

Erwa couldn't help it: "Do you think that Zhengang and I are dead?"