Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Putting her ears on the seam of the door, Song Qiaoxi held the milk cup tightly with her hands and held her breath, feeling that her earlobes moved slightly.

As if the five senses were focused on hearing, he refused to let go of the slightest noise outside.

Dad, promise Uncle Zhao!

I heard my father laugh a few times, and then Uncle Zhao's voice, "Mr Song will discuss this matter with his younger siblings. I'm not in a hurry, anyway, I will keep a seat for you."

"Okay, Dong Zhao, I still have to discuss with Qiao Qin and give you an answer as soon as possible." Dad's tone of voice was a little excited.

Song Jianguo and Zhao Chenguang chatted a few more words, and Zhao Chenguang left.

Taking advantage of Song Dad's effort to go downstairs to give people away, Song Qiaoxi suffocated the remaining half a cup of milk in one gulp and ran out of her room to go to the bathroom to rinse her mouth.

Seeing her mother walking out of the master bedroom in her pajamas, Xixi hugged her mother's neck, as if she was a child, she was a little sleepy at the moment, so she wanted to stay with her mother for a while.

The wife leaned on the sofa, Song Qiaoxi leaned on her mother's arms, and her mother stroked her hair and asked, "Xixi, do you want Dad to go to work in Beijing?"

Song Qiaoxi blinked her eyes twice and lifted her head from her mother's arms and said: "I...what I think is not important, how dad and mother think is more important, and I don't make money."

"Puff, you little money fan, then dad goes to work in Beijing, he can only go home on weekends, don't you want dad?"

Mother nodded her eyebrows.

Song Qiaoxi was silent for a while, got up from her mother, and sat upright on the sofa.

She really hopes that her father and mother can consider this job opportunity, and it is best to agree to it.

One reason is that this is related to the fate of father and mother. Uncle Zhao didn't say it directly, but Song Qiaoxi was so smart, she understood her father's work in the newspaper in just a few words, and it has been a while since she encountered resistance.

Based on this analysis, perhaps, in the original plot, breaking Jiang Qisheng's leg may be the last straw that crushed the camel, and it was not the root cause of his father's offending the leader of the newspaper.

It was just that at that time, I was too young and my understanding of the plot was too superficial. I didn't realize the key to the problem. I only saw the superficial phenomenon of the development of the matter.

Another reason is that Song Qiaoxi really feels that her father is yearning for a new job.

She substitutes herself. If someone tells her that she can't take pictures in the future and can only do things she doesn't like, it will be painful.

Isn't it the same as telling Ding Yi not to draw cartoons and Wang Junyang not to play games?

Since childhood, both school teachers and parents have been educating children, and interest is the best teacher.

Song Qiaoxi felt that her father no longer had much "interest" in the job of the newspaper.

The Song family has always emphasized democracy and equality. When Song Qiaoxi was very young, every suggestion she made would be taken seriously by her parents and she had never been perfunctory.

After a while, she organized her language seriously, and she boldly said what she was saying, "Mom, if I don’t see Dad every day, of course I will miss him, but if this is Dad’s favorite job and Dad’s dream. Woolen cloth?

Then I want to support my dad to do what he likes. Similarly, I also support my mom's dream.

I think that mom and dad shouldn’t live just for children. You also have dreams. As a family, you should treat them equally. You all support my dreams unconditionally, so why can’t I support your dreams?

You said that when I grow up I want to travel around the world and see the outside world. You can let me go if you don’t want to. But you won’t let me go because you miss me. Right?

I have grown up, I am eleven years old this year, and Chu Jin is already twelve years old. My father was reluctant to go to work in Beijing before. Isn't it because we are still young? Because Chu Jin and I can't take care of ourselves, nor can we take care of you, so Dad doesn't worry about going to Beijing to work.

School starts in September this year. We are just junior high school students. We don’t need mom and dad to take care of us like babies, and dad will come back on weekends? During the winter and summer vacations, we can go to Beijing to see him together. "

After saying this, Song Qiaoxi was surprised to find that her mother was looking at her blankly, her eyes were red.

He turned his head, hey, when did dad come back?

I was thinking too much about things just now, and I didn't see that Dad had returned home.

Song's father leaned on the armrest of the sofa with mixed expressions on her face. Song Qiaoxi seemed to have seen her father look like this for the first time.

After moving her body, Song Qiaoxi resumed her usual posture sitting lazily on the sofa at home, grabbed a pillow and held it in her arms, looked at her mother, then looked at her father, and said hesitantly, "I, did I say something wrong?" "

"Oh, how can my girl be so sensible..." Mother Song seemed to wipe her tears, and put her in her arms all of a sudden, "Mom and Dad are the most proud of having you as a baby in this life. "

"I'll go to the bathroom."

Father Song shook his head and walked quickly to the bathroom. When he came out again, the tip of his nose was a little red.

Father Song was also sitting on the sofa, with his arms on his knees, his hands clasped together, "Does Xixi support Dad?"

"Support!" Song Qiaoxi turned to kiss her mother on the cheek, and said to her father, "Comrade Song Jianguo, don't worry, Chu Jin and I will help you take care of your daughter-in-law."

"Ahahahaha, okay, dad don't worry!" Father Song smiled, his eyes were moisturized.

Mother laughed, "Sneez...I learned it from your dad."

-

That night, Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin leaned against the bed and talked for a long time.

Song Jianguo had never fully told Qiao Qin about the company's affairs before, because he was afraid that his wife would be worried.

Before he was promoted to the position of deputy general manager of the group. He was mainly responsible for publishing and supervising the editorial department. In fact, this tiring and unthankful job was the result of the undercurrents of "factions" in the unit.

Song Jianguo’s business and work abilities are very strong, but he is very limited by his “system, system, and internal”. For “gangs, factions, fights, and struggles”, he has always been marginalized. Don't stand in line.

But it was also because of his attitude of "not standing in line" and his professional ability that was much higher than that of others, so that Song Jianguo deeply felt the consequences of what is meant by "wood show in the forest and wind will destroy it".

To be honest, he really hopes to break away from the "system, system, and inner", and there are many people who come to dig him, but Zhao Chenguang is indeed the only one who has really known and known him for so many years.

Now, Qiao Qin and her daughter are supportive, and Song Jianguo is relieved.

The only thing that made him hesitate was Chu Jin's school registration and household registration issues.

Zhao Chenguang is right. The quality of education in Beijing is indeed not on the same level as that in Qizhou, and for children, vision is more important.

Let children see the outside world more and broaden their horizons, more important than studying hard.

Fortunately, there is time to buffer. The girl and Chu Jin are on the first day of junior high in September. There are still three years to go before high school. There is still time to think of a way and run it.

In the end, Song Jianguo made up his mind to accept the job proposed by Zhao Chenguang.

-

Song Qiaoxi sat down on the chair in Chu Jin's boiler room, kicking with her legs, her hands on the back of the chair, her chin on her hands, and she looked boredly at Chu Jin packing her luggage.

She couldn't help too. As soon as she opened the closet and wanted to help him pick a few sets of clothes, Chu Jin said that she was "unhelpful".

In the end, Chu Jin took her arm and asked Song Qiaoxi to sit on the chair obediently, and she was not allowed to mess with her anywhere.

Opening the drawer next to the desk, Song Qiaoxi knew that there would always be sweets there.

I've never seen Chu Jin eat it, she was all eating.

Picking and picking, she took a really good grape smell, tore the package and put it in her mouth, turning her head and asked: "Would you like to bring so many books? It's rare to have summer homework. We went to Beijing on vacation." !"

Chu Jin was squatting on the ground, putting a stack of exercise books in his suitcase, looking up at her, and said unceremoniously: "The burden of foreign language schoolwork is not lighter than that of public junior high schools, and the science scores after junior high school can be used. The focus of scores is that in addition to mathematics, there are subjects such as physics, biology, and chemistry. The high school entrance exams are required. Your science is a weak item. Don't use this summer vacation to make up for it. Just wait for the blind as soon as the school starts."

"I'm admitted to the experimental class. It's rare to go to Beijing this summer to play, and I have to study..."

Song Qiaoxi lay on the back of the chair, complaining vaguely with sugar in her mouth.

Dad has already gone to work in Beijing. Taking advantage of the summer vacation, I asked my mother to take her and Chu Jin to live in Beijing for a period of time, waiting for the beginning of the junior high school of the foreign language school in September before returning to Qizhou.

Every year, Mom and Dad take Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin to travel, but because Dad doesn't have winter and summer vacations like Mom, and because of time issues, he doesn't go too far. Most of them are by self-driving.

The tourist attractions in the province are pretty much fun. I’ve been to the Confucian Temple, Song Qiaoxi’s grandmother’s house, climbed Mount Tai, and I’ve also been to the Yimeng Mountains, the farthest I’ve been to Qingshi to see the sea, Dadha Beer, she, her mother, and Chu Eat clams (galla) and prawns.

But this trip is different. It's not so much a trip, it's a vacation to another home.

That's right, Song Qiaoxi is in Beijing and she has a house too!

According to my dad, it is still a two-story duplex, with more than 200 square meters, and the living room is close to 50 square meters.

She thought of the house she lived in when she was a child. The whole house was only 50 square meters. She couldn't even think about the size of the new home in Beijing!

Dad bought them air tickets. This was also the first time Song Qiaoxi took a plane. She was excited and nervous.

Compared to her, Chu Jin was much calmer.

They will leave tomorrow. Song Qiaoxi's mother has helped her pack up, and she didn't bring a single book about learning.

My mother didn't bring her too many clothes, because my father said that he would take her and her mother to Yansha and China World Trade Center to buy beautiful dresses in Beijing.

The summer vacation has been almost half a month, Wang Junyang was sent to the grandmother's house in Shanghai stock market, and Ding Yi and Ding Miao were also packaged by their parents and sent to the grandmother's house in Taicheng.

Only Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin were left in the "Little Gang of Five". There was no one to play with her. Thinking that they would be leaving for Beijing tomorrow, they could not help but rush to accompany Chu Jin to pack his luggage.

Now watching Chu Jin’s junior high school reference books and stacks of paperwork exercises stuffing them into the suitcase, Song Qiaoxi feels that she has been admitted to the experimental class. How can she take a vacation and can’t play happily?

"Song Qiaoxi, do you know that foreign languages ​​will be adjusted according to grades every semester?" Chu Jin got up, picked up two newly bought question books from the desk, bent over and put them in the box, raised his eyes and said to her, "Yes. There are a lot of people staring at the seats in the experimental class. If you don’t work hard, you can only spend one semester in the experimental class. If you think I’m annoying and don’t want me to take care of it, I will leave you alone..."

"..."

Song Qiaoxi was taken aback, and she bit off the genius in her mouth with a "crack".

I have forgotten this. Yes, foreign language schools are under great competition.

After hearing what Chu Jin said, she realized that if she didn't work hard, it would be too embarrassing if she dropped to a regular class after a semester.

No, it’s better to make good use of this summer vacation to preview the homework for the first year of junior high.

While Chu Jin walked to the desk, Song Qiaoxi grabbed Chu Jin's arm and hugged it tightly in her arms as she did when she was a child, "Then I will follow you to study hard, don't leave me alone! I call you big brother, it's not alright, woooo Oh, Brother Chu, don't leave me alone..."

Chu Jin's arms stiffened, his face sullen, and he said in an obviously uncomfortable tone: "You let go."

"If I don't let go, I won't." Song Qiaoxi hugged her tighter, wishing to put her face on her face, "You are so cruel, how can you say anything that doesn't care about me? Who cares about me, you can't care about me." ....."

"Song Qiaoxi, you are reasonable, what I mean is, if you feel annoyed by me and don't want me to take care of me, I will leave you alone...hiss, can you let go first?"

Chu Jin's skin was numb, and he wanted to take his arms out of her arms, but he didn't dare to move too much, for fear of accidentally touching places that shouldn't be touched.

Song Qiaoxi is eleven years old, and she got used to holding him by the arm when she was young, but when she was young, boys and girls were all the same body, there was no difference.

Now it’s different. In the summer, Song Qiaoxi wore a pink-green checkered suspender skirt. Her arms were cold, and the little girl’s arms were warm and soft...

"I won't let go, you promise you can't leave me alone."

Getting used to Chu Jinhu savagely, Song Qiaoxi didn't care about any prerequisites, and heard "I don't care about you", she was not happy on the spot, and she had to ask for an explanation before letting go.

Chu Jin took a deep breath and moved away from her. In his mind, he imagined his arm as a prosthetic that he didn't realize, and tried to make his tone more stable. "I promise, I'll always take care of you, okay?"

"Then you swear, you will take care of me for the rest of your life."

Song Qiaoxi put her chin on Chu Jin's bare skin, and the plastic lollipop stick in her mouth gently poked his arm.

A little girl with long curly chestnut hair stared at him with wide eyes.

"Swear..." Chu Jin lowered his eyes, avoiding her straight eyes, "I will take care of you for the rest of my life."

Song Qiaoxi released her hand, nodded and said, "Okay, then I'm relieved."

He bit the remaining half of the lollipop and continued to watch Chu Jin pack his luggage, and even took the initiative to pick a few books and hand them to him.

She is now a good student in the experimental class, so she can't embarrass her parents!

You can't shame Chu Jin either. After all, Chu Jin is a genius who learns God and becomes his own teacher. It would be too unreasonable if he couldn't stay in the experimental class for the final exam of the first year of junior high.

It only takes a little over an hour to fly from Qizhou to Beijing.

Getting off the plane was a heat wave.

The summer in Beijing turned out to be so hot, and the body would feel sticky, like a sauna, Song Qiaoxi thought.

Taking the shuttle bus to the terminal building, Song Qiaoxi saw her father who hadn't seen him for half a month at the pick-up gate. His father seemed to have lost a little weight, and nothing else changed.

Song Qiaoxi carried only one pink schoolbag on her back. The suitcase mother pushed one, Chu Jin pushed the other, and she ran towards her father like Huan'er.

"Dad, I miss you so much!"

She was picked up by her father and turned around, Xi Xi said happily.

"Dad misses you too!" Song Jianguo put down her daughter, turned around and gave Qiao Qin a hug, and whispered in her daughter-in-law's ear, "Forget it, I haven't been apart for so many days in this life. I want to die."

Song Qiaoxi saw her mother blush and scolded her father with a smile, "Okay, in front of the child..."

Hey, what did father say to mother just now?

"What's the matter, I haven't seen it for half a month. Why do I feel that I have grown taller after being exhausted?" Song Jianguo let go of his daughter-in-law, patted Chu Jin's shoulder with a smile, and patted her head with the other hand, "You are both tall. The difference is getting bigger and bigger, Xixi, drink more milk this summer. There is a gym in the Xinjia community. I heard from my colleagues that you can grow longer when you run at your age. You should go to the gym to run more during the summer."

"I know..." Song Qiaoxi stuck her tongue out to her father, only to see a strange uncle in a shirt standing behind her father.

Because she was a stranger, she leaned back behind her father with a little embarrassment.

"Mrs. Song, just give me the luggage."

The uncle stepped forward to take the suitcase from his mother and nodded to her.

"Thank you, Xiao Zhang." Qiao Qin smiled. Her husband mentioned to her on the phone before that the driver arranged by Zhao Chenguang was surnamed Zhang. He hurriedly greeted the two children, "Call Uncle Zhang."

"Hello Uncle Zhang." Song Qiaoxi said hello politely.

"Uncle Zhang is good." Chu Jin nodded and said in a low voice.

Father Song waved his hand, "Let’s go, it’s so hot, and it’s cool to go home. I will turn on the air conditioner in advance."

On the way home, Song Qiaoxi listened to her father and mother talking and said that the car the company had assigned to her father was an Audi A6.

But because of the large number of people and luggage, they changed to a Buick commercial vehicle to pick them up.

It is the first time for Song Qiaoxi to ride in a seven-seater commercial car. The space in the car is so large that you can straighten your legs. It's really spacious!

Beijing’s first impression of Song Qiaoxi was big.

The second impression is that there are a lot of people and cars. They also felt a traffic jam during the rush hour. From the airport in Shunyi to the home near China World Trade Center, Uncle Zhang drove for nearly two hours.

Song Qiaoxi has been looking at the scenery outside the window, listening to her father introducing her to the scenery outside, the eleven-year-old girl first saw how big the world outside is.

The new home that Zhao Chenguang gave to the Song family was the first batch of luxury apartments built in the capital after the millennium.

The apartment community adopts the separation of people and vehicles, and the driver Xiao Zhang drove the car directly into the basement. Song Qiaoxi didn't even see what the community looked like, only saw the gorgeous golden gate at the entrance of the community.

This place is really different from the simple newspaper courtyard in Qizhou City.

The Song's new home in Beijing is located on the eighth floor. There are two households with one ladder.

Taking the elevator upstairs, Song Qiaoxi closely followed in her father's footsteps, watching her father take out the key from the bag and open the door.

Uncle Xiao Zhang put down his luggage and left.

Just now because there have been outsiders, Xi Xi, who is the best face, has been embarrassed and sighed, holding it as much as possible, learning from Chu Jin's calm and calm manner, watching all this silently.

Now that the driver's uncle is gone, she can really let herself go.

Being urged by her mother to change her slippers, Song Qiaoxi flew east and west in her new house like a little butterfly. Everything was fresh to see. She couldn't believe that such a big and beautiful house belongs to her own family!

It's not enough for her to walk in the house by herself, she insists on pulling Chu Jin together.

"Wow! The living room is so big, so big! Chu Jin, Chu Jin, look at me, look at me, I can spin and jump here with my eyes closed!"

Song Qiaoxi circulated excitedly in the living room. There was a row of large floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, which was close to fifty square meters, and the scenery in the community could be seen.

The community is as beautiful as the botanical garden in Qizhou City, with green lawns, flowers of various colors, and a wide artificial lake where you can see swans swimming leisurely in the lake.

Song Qiaoxi grabbed Chu Jin's arm and stood in front of the French window, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of her, muttering to herself: "I'm not dreaming, am I? Is this really our home? We came by plane today. Isn't Beijing? Not all of this, it's an illusion, or you pinch me, maybe I will wake up..."

Chu Jin looked down at her, Song Qiaoxi closed her eyes tightly, opened them again, closed her eyes again, and opened them again.

Her small glutinous teeth bit her cherry-pink lips, and her face was indistinguishable between reality and fantasy.

The corners of his lips are curved from beginning to end, how could there be such a silly little girl?

I'm eleven years old, and like a young kid, I can't distinguish between fantasy and reality.

Stupid is a little stupid, but...

So cute.

Song Qiaoxi looked up and found that Chu Jin was just looking at her and urged him again, "Hurry up, you pinch me, or I will think you are also an illusion? Just like Cinderella, it's twelve o'clock. As soon as it struck, there was nothing left."

"It hurts too much to pinch, aren't you ticklish? If you feel itchy in a dream, it means it's not a dream, right?"

Chu Jin raised his eyelids and raised his hands to tick Song Qiaoxi's itch. In fact, he didn't even touch her, just acting to scare people.

Song Qiaoxi was hiding while bending down to beg for mercy: "Ahahahaha, I'm scared, it doesn't seem to be a dream, it's true!"

"Xixi, do it all, don't you come up and see your room?" Mom had already gone upstairs, and the voice came from the stairs.

"Come on!" As promised her mother, Song Qiaoxi rushed upstairs as if fleeing, not forgetting to look back, fearing that Chu Jin would catch up and continue to tickle her.

This duplex apartment has an internal area of ​​about 220 square meters. Downstairs is the living room, kitchen, guest bathroom and a small nanny room. On the second floor is a master bedroom and two secondary bedrooms.

Except for the nanny room, each bedroom is equipped with an independent bathroom and a fully enclosed balcony.

The apartment is equipped with a central hot water supply system and heating and cooling air-conditioning. In 2001, even in the capital, Beijing, apartments with this condition were rare.

Song Qiaoxi was on the last step, and her mother was beckoning to her.

The layout of the second floor is clear at a glance. On the first floor is a small living room. Mom took her into a room and touched Song Qiaoxi's soft long hair, "Xixi, do you like it? This is the furniture my father chose for you. "

This room is completely different from Song Qiaoxi's room in Qizhou. The room in Qizhou is pink and white. The overall style is a standard children's room.

In the Beijing home, her room has a large floor-to-ceiling window, which is bright and you can see the scenery in the community.

The overall color scheme of the room is off-white, with a touch of European style. The floor is covered with soft wool carpets, and there is a large carved bed with curtains in the middle of the room.

The desk, bookshelf and bed are in the same style, and they are also white carved. In the corner of the room is a chaise longue and an exquisite dressing table of the same color.

This bedroom has an enclosed bathroom, and the small aisle from the room to the bathroom also has two rows of wardrobes to create a small dressing room.

The whole room exudes an elegant girlish atmosphere. Song Qiaoxi was so excited that she threw herself on the soft bed, turned her head and said to her mom and dad who was standing at the door looking expectant: "I like it so much, it really feels like in a dream. It's like a castle!"

"We Xixi is my father's little princess."

Father Song blinked at her with a happy smile on his face.

Suddenly, Song Qiaoxi remembered something and jumped up from the bed and asked, "Where is Chu Jin's room? What is his room like?"

"Exhausted?" Mom turned around, walked out of her room and shouted outside, "Exhausted, have you come up? Come and look at your room."

Song Qiaoxi followed her mother out, Chu Jin also came up from downstairs, she pushed Chu Jin into his room.

As soon as she entered the door, Song Qiaoxi couldn't help but open her mouth wide and let out a "wow" sigh.

I have to say that my father's aesthetics in decorating and choosing furniture is indeed online.

The furniture in Chu Jin’s room is in walnut, navy blue and white colors, which is very youthful. Because of the combination of navy blue and white, the color of walnut wood does not appear dull and old-fashioned, and it is in line with Chu Jinxijing, and Calm character.

"Uncle thinks that we don't like the colors that are too offensive, but all the dark furniture is too sunless. You are only twelve years old and you are a child, so the uncle chose nautical style for you," Song Dad also walked into the room, and put his hands on the girl's shoulders and said to Chu Jin, "Does Xiao Chu like it all?"

"Well, I like it, thank you Uncle Song, thank you Aunt Qiao."

Chu Jin turned back to face them and nodded politely to his father, still calm as usual.

But Song Qiaoxi saw slight fluctuations in his dark eyes.

"Whatever the family is polite, you can do it as long as you like it. It proves that the uncle has a good vision and keeps up with the trend of the times, right?"

Song Qiaoxi heard her father smiling and said behind her, and immediately nodded in agreement.

"There are clubs and clubs in the apartment community. There are basketball courts, swimming pools, gyms, libraries and other facilities. Both of you can go. Tomorrow I will give you the card to show you the way. Get more exercise, especially Xixi, she must grow up taller."

Song Dad patted Song Qiaoxi on the shoulder and said.

"Dad..." Song Qiaoxi yelled, followed by a groaning sound in her stomach. She held her mouth aggrievedly, "When shall we have dinner? I am hungry... ."

"Oh, it's okay for my daughter to be hungry. Let's go and take you to eat roast duck. Let's walk there. When we leave the community, there is a roast duck restaurant across the road across the road. It's very authentic."

"Beijing roast duck?" Song Qiaoxi licked her lips, her eyes widened.

Chu Jin shook his head and smiled. When he mentioned eating, he found that Song Qiaoxi's eyes were shining.

For this dinner, Father Song did not take them to Quanjude, but a roast duck restaurant called Siji Minfu.

The decoration of the roast duck restaurant is quaint and there are many people in the restaurant. Song Qiaoxi smelled the tempting fragrance in the air, and watched her father and mother order food.

Roast duck is roast duck in fruit wood hanging oven. It takes about 30 to 40 minutes to roast freshly.

Mom and Dad were afraid that they would be extremely hungry, so besides the roast duck, they also ordered a lot of dishes.

The first thing that comes up is the special cold dishes, mustard duck feet, salted duck liver, and Kyoto eight pieces of dim sum, let the children pad their stomachs first.

After that, there were a few hot dishes, such as Gong Bao shrimp balls, squirrel mandarin fish that Chu loved to eat, and cumin lamb, which Song Qiaoxi liked, and a chestnut cabbage to relieve the greasiness.

There was a large table full of dangdang, and after a day of running around today, Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin were hungry, and the two children were immersed in hard work.

When the roast duck came up, Song Qiaoxi felt that she was almost full.

The master of the hanging oven roasted duck slices the duck in front of the guests. She watched the sliced ​​duck master, who was wearing a white chef hat and a chef's uniform, sliced ​​out two plates of delicate duck skillfully.

The duck's skin was reddish-brown, even with a little crystal clear feeling, and the fragrant meat scent came over her face. Song Qiaoxi, who just thought she was full, felt that she was all right again for a moment.

"Xixi, Dad teaches you. Look, first take a slice of duck cake, then sandwich two slices of duck meat, then some cucumbers and green onions. Alas, if we Xixi don’t eat green onions, let’s not Let it go," Dad demonstrated first, and taught her how to eat roast duck, loosen the shredded green onions with male chopsticks, "put a little radish, some duck sauce, and then a bag of quilt like a baby ."

"Hey, okay, give you a taste." Dad handed the wrapped duck roll to Song Qiaoxi, bowed his head and started to wrap the second one, "Exhaust, uncle will also wrap one for you, wait a minute."

Song Qiaoxi took the duck roll wrapped in her father's hand. Through the thin duck cake, we can clearly see the duck meat and vegetables, as well as the brown sauce.

Trying to take a bite, her mind seemed to explode like a firework.

Peking duck, too delicious!

It is simply one of the best foods Song Qiaoxi has eaten in her life, and she can definitely rank in the top three!

Soft and juicy duck meat, crispy and oily duck skin, refreshing radish and melon strips, unique sauces and wheat-scented noodles all blend together in your mouth.

Within a minute, a roll of duck cake was eaten cleanly by her, and there was no residue left.

Song Jianguo looked satisfied when he saw the girl eating, with sauce hanging around the corners of his mouth, as if he didn't care about anything, he felt happy and funny.

When parents see their children eating happily, they feel happy in their hearts.

Qiao Qin also smiled while looking at the girl who was a snack shop, and handed Song Jianguo a clean napkin, Nu Nu's mouth.

Song Jianguo held a napkin in his hand and wiped the corners of her mouth for her daughter. He knew the answer and deliberately asked her: "How is it, girl, is it delicious?"

"It's delicious!" Song Qiaoxi nodded as if pounding garlic. She saw that there was already a wrapped roast duck roll in front of Chu Jin, but her parents hadn't eaten it yet, so she tried to pack two for her father and mother. , "Mom and Dad, shall I pack one for each of you?"

"You just have to eat your own, don't worry about us."

Mother waved to her and picked up a chopsticks chestnut cabbage.

For her, the roast duck is indeed a bit greasy, so let's leave it to the children and husband to eat.

"Come on, I'll teach you how to eat it with Chu." Song Jianguo took a small plate of white sugar and put it in front of Song Qiaoxi, "Look, I just dipped this duck skin with white sugar, hurry up, taste it."

"Wow." Song Qiaoxi's mouth was stuffed with a piece of shiny brown duck skin covered with sugar in her father's mouth.

The duck skin is thin, crunchy, and light in the mouth, mixed with "squeaky" white sugar particles, turning into fat and melting in the mouth.

The burst of oily aroma surrounds the mouth with a hint of sweet aftertaste.

The taste is really amazing!

This meal made Song Qiaoxi really support her.

When I got home, my father received a call from Uncle Zhao and went to the company when something happened, and my mother went with him.

She leaned on the sofa, with "Young Bao Qingtian" on the large-screen color TV in the living room, Song Qiaoxi held her belly and hummed, "Humph... Yeah? Why is roast duck so delicious..."

"Would you like to get up and move? Lie there, let alone digest."

Chu Jin sat on the other side of the sofa, holding an English book in his hand, frowning and raising his head, glanced at her.

"Huh...but I don't even have the strength to get up..."

After changing her posture and holding her belly, Song Qiaoxi continued to hum.

The little girl's voice no longer has the immature little milky voice like she did when she was a child, but it hasn't completely faded the childish voice. It is soft and waxy, and the voice is very sweet, but not sharp.

She hadn't noticed it herself, and she seemed to be acting like a baby when she complained to Chu Jin.

"You..." Chu Jin frowned tighter, and sat further away from her, and said in a low voice, "Can you, can you just hum..."

"Huh?" Song Qiaoxi was watching the critical moment in the TV series. The soundtrack of "Young Bao Qingtian" was inexplicably weird. She huddled up where Chu Jin was sitting, still staring at the TV screen. There was a kind of fear and want to watch. Feeling like, "Huh...I can't help but hum, because I'm really very supportive, it's even more uncomfortable if I don't hum, it's better if I hum..."

"Then I will go upstairs first."

Chu Jin couldn't bear the "humming" cry in her ear, closed the book and got up from the sofa.

Seeing two scorched "corpses" appeared on the TV screen, Song Qiaoxi shivered, supporting her body and crawling from one end of the sofa to the other, hugging Chu Jin's arms, "Don't, you must Don't go upstairs, I'm scared alone!"

"If you don't hum, I won't go upstairs." Chu Jin didn't give in, so he fixedly looked at her.

"Oh, then I will bear it." Song Qiaoxi said sullenly, letting go of her hand holding Chu Jin's arm, sighing, and hugging her belly again, a little aggrieved, "but I'm really too supportive."

Compared to "Humh Haw" to make herself feel better, and to be afraid of watching TV series and need someone to accompany her, she obviously chose the latter.

Chu Jin pursed his mouth, and asked softly, "Really so supportive?"

"Hmm..." Song Qiaoxi's big apricot eyes drooped down, like a pitiful puppy.

"Then you stand up and I will accompany you for a walk in the living room. Didn't you say every day when you were young that you would walk a hundred steps after a meal and live to be ninety-nine?"

Chu Jin shook his head helplessly, glanced at her, put down the book in his hand, and stretched out a hand to her.

"Okay." Song Qiaoxi grabbed his wrist and was pulled up from the sofa by Chu Jin.

Wearing slippers, she followed Chu Jin and went round and round in the living room, as if taking the living room of the mansion as the open space at the entrance of the boiler room in the courtyard of Qizhou Newspaper.

After eating when she was a child, she always clamored to "send" Chu Jin back to the boiler room. When they were sent to the door, she was reluctant to leave, so she forced Chu Jin to walk with her in the open space at the door of the boiler room.

The beautiful name says, "Walk a hundred steps after a meal and live to ninety-nine."

Song Qiaoxi was still staring at the TV screen, and from time to time she looked at the cat behind Chu Jin in fear, and couldn't help but look out the next second.

Chu Jin held her wrist and paced slowly in the living room.

After walking a few laps, he couldn’t help himself