Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

I rarely get answers to my own questions, but at most it is an "um". There are many things in life that I don't know whether he likes or dislikes them.

For example, in the event of eating breakfast, she observed for a long time, but she couldn't understand his taste.

Mother bought it earlier, and she picked it first every time, because even if Chu Jin was asked to choose first, he wouldn't do anything in the stalemate for a long time, and Song Qiaoxi didn't care in the end.

Because the sweet and savory taste is early, my mother always buys double portions, so whoever chooses first is not the same?

The strange thing is that he picked it up, even if there is one left, he will not touch it.

Song Qiaoxi likes sweets in the morning. She likes fried sugar cakes, red candy seeds, sugar triangles, chicken thigh bread, and red bean paste steaks.

For breakfast, Chu Jin eats salty egg buns, zucchini squash buns, pancakes and fruits, and hand cakes.

If it was a regular meal, she would have a lot of dishes on the table, and Chu Jin would not touch that dish.

After observing so many days in silence, Song Qiaoxi came up with a rule. It turns out that Chu Jin's taste is completely opposite to that of himself? !

Not greedy for sweetness or meat.

Then he really is, although he looks beautiful, but in terms of food appreciation, he is a bit lackluster...

It's okay to not eat sweets, but the problem of not eating meat is big, and it won't grow taller if you don't eat meat!

Alas, the head hurts.

How can we let Chu eat more meat?

Biting the spoon in a daze, Song Qiaoxi's contemplation was interrupted by a knock on the door.

The boy’s clear voice came across the door, and he hesitated: "Auntie Qiao, is Xixi at home? Me, my grandmother’s family is here, and my mother asked me to bring Wuxi ribs and dried ducks. They are all her favorites. of."

Why did Wang Junyang come here? Didn't he vowed to fight with him to the end?

She was stunned.

"Yangyang is coming, Xixi will open the door!"

The mother held up two soap bubbles and protruded half of her body from the bathroom to call her.

When Xu saw that she didn't move, he immediately shouted again: "Xixi, open the door to Yangyang. Mom touches her hand."

"Come on!"

Song Qiaoxi recovered and hurriedly agreed.

Eating red candy seeds with oily hands and mouth, grabbed the toilet paper by the table and wiped his hands indiscriminately, jumped off the stool and ran to open the door.

At the door of the house, there was a boy wearing a blue bobbean suit, and his right arm was covered with tattoo stickers from a big bubble gum.

With his head hanging down, he stared at the toe of the shoe, holding a red paper bag in each hand, and standing there without making a sound.

"Yangyang is here, come in quickly."

Mother's voice came from behind, greeted Wang Junyang enthusiastically.

Song Qiaoxi flashed to the side of the door, letting out the door, pursing her lips and smiling silently.

Why, yesterday still yelled about not paying attention to her all his life, but today Wang Xiaodi has lived for two lifetimes?

"Auntie, my mother asked me to bring it."

Wang Junyang still bowed his head, reaching out and handing two paper bags to Mother Song.

"Oh, thank you my sister-in-law for being so caring. I always think about what Xixi loves to eat. At night, Auntie will make your favorite sweet and sour pork loin and let Xixi send it to you. Xixi, take it and put it in the kitchen. It’s a bubble."

Mom touched her shoulder with her elbow.

Song Qiaoxi quickly took the paper bag from Wang Junyang and sneaked into the kitchen.

When he ran out again, seeing Wang Junyang still sullen, he deliberately leaned in front of him and said with a grin, "Thank you, Mother Wang, and thank you Yangyang."

After that, I sat back at the dining table and sucked the rest of the soy milk. By the way, he quietly observed Chu Jin to see if he was unhappy.

After all, Wang Junyang made a fire on her and Ding Yi inexplicably yesterday. Although Chu Jin didn't say anything, his face was not good at that time.

Now Song Qiaoxi found that Chu Jin's face had become a bit like yesterday.

I only planned to take a sneak peek, but I didn't expect that even if I just glanced at it, it would be easy to look away.

Chu Yan's face was expressionless, and the corners of his mouth were not curved at all, making people completely unable to guess his emotions.

There was a red string hanging in front of his chest, a key hung, crow feather-like eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, white and slender hands holding a spoon, sip soy milk in a small mouth.

In the end, Xiao Nuo Tuan became full of thoughts. Why is his little brother drinking soy milk and his manners are so good...

"You play by yourself. There are Jianlibao and Xurisheng in the refrigerator. Do you eat at home for noon? Auntie makes fried noodles."

Mother closed the door with her elbow and went back to the bathroom. The sound was mixed with the sound of "crashing" water and spread to the living room.

Hearing the fried noodles, Wang Junyang's thin single eyelid glared roundly, and he agreed with it neatly.

The southern relatives of my grandmother came to the house, all speaking Wu dialect that he didn't understand, and they had to eat bad snails and drunk shrimps at noon. They were so unpalatable that they couldn't eat enough.

The boy who grew up in the north has an authentic northern stomach. He thinks that Aunt Joe’s fried noodles are delicious. To be precise, Aunt Joe’s cooks are delicious.

My father and mother are horrible at cooking, and they often take him out of the restaurant, but there are too many dishes outside, and I still think the food at home is delicious.

I really envy Chu Jin, he also wants to eat dinner at Xixi's house every day.

When Wang Junyang comes today, he is here to make peace.

It was the first time in his life that he quarreled with his friends, but he was aggrieved.

When I thought, if I really broke off friendship with Xixi and Ding Yi, it would be really boring.

It made him eat and sleep well all night, and he couldn't get enough energy to do anything.

Therefore, when my grandmother came to my grandmother’s house today, Wang Junyang and Wang’s mother volunteered and took the initiative to give Song Qiaoxi food, just to take this opportunity to reconcile with her. Everyone knows that Xixi treats delicious food. There is no resistance.

It was planned that in the afternoon, I would take the Transformers to find Ding Yi. Ding Yi liked his Bumblebee the most, and he was reluctant to lend it to anyone to play with.

In this way, the two friends will definitely forgive themselves.

Although, although he still hates Chu Jin.

But for the sake of Xi Xi, he decided to endure it reluctantly, as long as Chu Jin didn't make him angry, he could treat Chu as full of air.

Seeing Wang Jun Yang stunned there, Song Qiaoxi, who was holding an empty bowl, thought he was still awkward.

Turning around from the chair, he asked in a good temper: "What do you want to play for a while? The three of us can play checkers, flying machines, and monopoly."

The TV station at this point is broadcasting "Legend of the New White Lady" and "Journey to the West", but she is afraid that too much TV movement will affect her father's rest.

Chu Jin didn't say a word, stood up in silence, and cleared the dishes on the dining table.

"Chu Jin..."

Squeezing the back of the chair with her fingers, Song Qiaoxi turned her head and called his name.

The pale and handsome boy glanced at her, and took the bowl and chopsticks into the kitchen.

What happened to Chu Jin?

Why suddenly became cold and indifferent...

During this period of time, I can clearly feel that Chu Jin's body has become stronger, although he is still very thin, and the scars on his legs have also faded. The most important thing is that his mental state has improved a lot.

Except for occasionally seeing him with a look of resentment, most of the time he is a Qingjun boy who has a cold temperament and does not seem to care about people.

But that was an outsider, and Chu Jin had always been polite and polite to his parents.

Xiao Nuo Tuan thought about the lonely boy sitting in the waiting hall of the train station; the boy who was dragged forward by his uncle like a puppet; the boy curled up in the dark corner of the reception room; all seemed to have disappeared and he could not Their images are stacked on Chu Jin now.

He changes every day, all good changes.

Although I don't know why he was a little cold on himself today, but after another thought, who hasn't had a bad mood yet?

Nuo Danzi loosened the back of the chair with his short fingers, and didn’t think about it anymore. He said to the kitchen, “See you at noon. At noon today, my mother is going to make super invincible and delicious fried noodles. I'll call you wow then."

From the corner of the sofa, Wang Junyang "cut" uncomfortably, "He has the ability, so don't come to eat the fried noodles made by his aunt at noon."

His muffled voice seemed to come from burying his face in the cushion of the sofa.

"Wang Junyang, don't say that, Chu Jin."

Song Qiaoxi turned her head and warned Wang Junyang who was lying on the sofa in dissatisfaction.

Children, you have to figure out that today is here to make peace!

"I know... it's wrong, I know it's wrong, Xi Xi..."

Wang Junyang's voice of confession was a little humbly accepted, and he did not change it after repeated teachings.

Chu Jin took the green gauze cover from the kitchen early to cover the rest of the meal. All the dishes and chopsticks on the dining table were brought to the pool. He stepped on a small bench and put it into the pool to clean it carefully.

Song Qiaoxi wanted to help, but he was thrown out of the kitchen mercilessly.

After washing the dishes, watching Chu Jin wipe his hands, politely thanked his mother, holding the key in his chest and disappearing at the gate.

As soon as Chu Jin left, Wang Junyang became energetic, with a feeling of "It's fine and the rain has stopped, and you think you are OK again".

He jumped up from a carp on the sofa and jumped in front of Song Qiaoxi in three or two steps: "Xixi, what do you want to play, two people can play a lot! By the way, my dad taught me to play military chess before, which is fun. There are two ways to play, flipping and dark chess. How can I teach you? Go upstairs to get it now?"

Seeing that she was not in high spirits, she tilted her head and asked: "Or, do you want to play checkers, Monopoly?"

"Anything, what do you want to play?"

The little girl has big eyes curved like crescents, looking at him full of tolerance, pursing her lips and smiling.

For a moment, Wang Junyang looked at her as if he didn't know Song Qiaoxi.

The previous Xixi always showed a domineering and arrogant energy.

Like Little Chili, he is not afraid of the sky and the earth, and he has some tricks, and I will take him and Ding Yi to do things every day.

No one can disagree with the decision she made, only to implement it to the end.

Wang Junyang especially admires Xi Xi, who is like a hero. Although Song Qiaoxi is several months younger than him, he never treats her as a little sister.

I don't know when Song Qiaoxi changed.

But I don't know what specific changes have happened to her.

Xixi now, except for her love of eating, has not changed, she has become more like a soft and cute little sister who needs protection very much.

"Play military chess, you teach me."

After watching Wang Junyang think hard for a long time, Song Qiaoxi made the decision for him.

For her, she can actually play anything.

But I remember that children at this age like to be primary teachers, and they will have a sense of accomplishment.

She doesn't know how to play military chess. For Wang Junyang's initiative to reconcile, let him be happy as a little teacher.

"Oh, then you...you wait for me."

Wang Junyang came back to his senses, felt his face was hot, and hurried back to her.

After speaking, he turned around and rushed upstairs to get military chess.

When climbing the stairs, the single-eyed little boy scratched his head and kept talking to himself: "How come I have such a strange idea, she is the boss Xixi who we are not afraid of!"

Did you blush just now?

Oops, fortunately he slipped fast, he shouldn't be seen by Xixi...

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One morning, Song Qiaoxi and Wang Junyang, two children, nestled in her hut, immersed in the world of "engineers" and "bombs", having fun, almost forgetting the time.

Until Father Song fell asleep, the washing machine dried the bedding. Together with his mother, he and his mother set up a shelf in the open space at the entrance of the boiler room, dried the sheets and towels, and the kitchen smelled of fragrant fried sauce. The talent raised his head from the chessboard.

The two children were lying on the bed, they looked at each other and smiled, and said almost in unison: "Zhajiang noodles!"

"I'll call Chu Jin."

Song Qiaoxi glanced at the little rabbit alarm clock on the bedside, and the pointer showed 11:45.

She grumbled up from the bed, stepped on the slippers and ran out without looking back.

Looking at Xixi's flying back, Wang Junyang frowned and sat up from the bed.

While tidying up the chessboard, he mumbled dissatisfiedly: "I have to invite others to eat for dinner, just like an uncle..."

Xiao Nuo Tuan did not hear Wang Junyang's nagging, so she ran to the hallway to put on crystal sandals, and hopped out of the corridor like a white rabbit.

Every day except for breakfast, Chu Jin came by herself, and she called people for lunch and dinner.

As long as he shouted at the door of the boiler room, Chu Jin came out quickly, locked the door, and let him pull his wrists and flung them home.

Along the way, no matter what Song Qiaoxi said, Chu Jin listened very patiently, and occasionally responded to her with a sentence or two.

Today is no exception.

"Chu Jin, come on, the fried noodles are ready!" Song Qiaoxi lay on the window sill of the boiler room, tiptoeing into the house and shouted.

The boy came out quickly, locked the door, pushed and pulled to confirm that it was locked, and walked home with her side by side.

Only at this moment, the expression on Chu Jin's face looked the same as it was during breakfast, and it was still a bit cloudy, and even tended to turn cloudy.

Nuo Tuanzi habitually took his wrist, flicked it back and forth twice, and grinned, "I learned to play military chess this morning. Military chess is fun. Will you play it? If not, I will teach you this afternoon. !"

On Chu Jin's wrist, there was a small fleshy hand, holding it tightly.

The little girl's voice is as clear as the little Huang Ying, and the ending sounds are all up, and she knows that she is in a good mood when she hears it.

It turned out that she had been playing military chess with Wang Junyang all morning, and the two seemed to be having a great time.

Why did Wang Junyang lose his temper so unreasonably yesterday that Tuanzi forgave him so easily...

Could it be that Song Qiaoxi really regarded Wang Junyang as his "best partner"?

The little boy who has always been very calm and steady, for a moment, he was caught off guard by a sour feeling, which made him a very strange emotion.

Chu Jin turned his face to one side and replied in a low voice: "No, you can play with Wang Junyang."

"I have already played with him. He taught me. In the afternoon, Wang Junyang will go to Ding Yi. Let's play together!"

Xiao Nuo Tuan speaks frankly and candidly, and it seems that he hasn't noticed the other party's emotions at all.

She blinked her big eyes twice, and stretched out her other hand. The two little hands warmly grabbed his wrist and shook it twice. She raised her face and looked at him expectantly. The voice of milk is sweet. "Okay, let's play together, military chess is really fun!"

Xiao Tuanzi's shiny eyes smiled into two curved Xuanyues, her cheeks were like a peach, her hairy curly foreheads turned up disobediently, and she played with her in a soft and cute look.

Rao is Chu Jin who often has a small face, and can't pull his face down and continue to quarrel with her.

The sourness in his heart dissipated little by little.

Instead, there is a ribbon of milky sweetness.

Chu Jin resisted the thought of poking Xiao Tuanzi's soft cheek, pursing his lips and chuckles, his eyes drifted away, and he let out a slight "Yeah" from his nose.

Suddenly, the two children fell silent together.

Chu Jin felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, wouldn't Nuo Dumpling be silent?

When he turned his gaze back to face a pair of straight apricot eyes, those beautiful pupils fixedly looked at him.

"..."

Chu Jin didn't know what Song Qiaoxi meant when he looked at him.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Nuo Tuan seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, and almost jumped up happily, "You look so beautiful when you smile, you have to smile more!"

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, Song Qiaoxi watched Chu Jin's smile condensed, and then returned to the usual coldness. The boy turned his back and walked in the direction of the residential building, leaving her behind.

"Oh, wait for me, I'm telling the truth, why are you angry? That's it, I'll go to you to play military chess in the afternoon!"

Tuanzi walked on his two calves, "click" to chase him.

There are many question marks in my heart, what happened to Chu Jin?

"understood......"

Chu Jin, who walked ahead quickly, answered her in a low voice. He lowered his head, deliberately not wanting Song Qiaoxi to see his face.

My cheeks became hot, and my face must be red now...