Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

"When you come over, help me get a lollipop from the chest of drawers. I want grape flavor." Song Qiaoxi leaned on the soft quilt, pointed to the chest of drawers at the door, and said to Chu Jin.

On the TV series screen, Professor Dumbledore with a white beard and a cat appeared. Dumbledore held the light extinguisher in his hand and extinguished the street lamp...

Chu Jin took the lollipop, closed the cabinet door, and heard Song Qiaoxi say: "Do you think the room is a bit bright? Or is the TV screen too dark..."

Turning and looking, Song Qiaoxi was kneeling on the bed, with both hands on the bed, frowning and leaning forward and staring at the TV screen, looking like a cat with a bowed back.

The movie "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" is indeed dark on the TV screen.

At the beginning of noon, the boiler house was very bright, and the bright light came in. It was really hard to see the TV screen.

Chu Jin stretched out his hand and drew the curtains tightly, so that it should be opaque.

"Is it better?" Chu Jin walked to the bed and handed Song Qiaoxi a lollipop.

"Well, it's better, I couldn't see clearly just now." Song Qiaoxi took the lollipop, tore open the candy wrapper, and threw the candy wrapper into a small trash can next to the bed.

The sugar paper falls into the trash can in a perfect parabola.

The sugar has been stuffed into her mouth, and the sour and sweet grape smell melted in her mouth. Song Qiaoxi stretched out comfortably and leaned back, raising her eyes to find that Chu Jin was still standing by the bed.

"You go to bed, what are you doing there?" As she said, she patted the empty space next to her.

Chu Jin’s bed in the boiler room was a single bed measuring one meter by two meters, and he was used to sleeping on a hardboard bed.

Mother Song was not at ease. She felt that the bed was too hard to sleep comfortably, and it also affected the growth of the child. She still put several layers of thick mattresses on the bed, and it was soft when sitting on it.

The bed is 1.2 meters wide, and the little girl can stretch her legs when sitting sideways on the bed, which is much more comfortable than sitting on a hard chair.

A few of their little friends have been huddled together since they were young, and they were tired of playing, sometimes when they slept head to head on a bed.

Song Qiaoxi didn't think it was embarrassing to sit on the bed with Chu Jin.

Seeing Chu Jin with a hesitant expression, she got up directly from the bed.

Chu Jin's bed was much higher than that of ordinary children's single beds. Song Qiaoxi knelt on the bed and found that she could almost look into Chu Jin's eyes.

I'm used to looking up at him. Looking at his face from this angle, is it strange?

Song Qiaoxi pressed Chu Jin's shoulders with both hands and looked at his impeccably refined face. With her tongue pushed the lollipop to the side of her cheek, she tilted her head and asked, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

The little girl's sweet and soft voice, because of the sugar in her mouth, became sticky and squishy, ​​sounding like acting like a baby.

Chu Jin was stunned for a few seconds before being awakened by the rushing face, with a slight warmth and the sweet and greasy grape smell.

Peach Blossom's eyes widened, surprised that he could look at Song Qiaoxi upright, and he was used to seeing her bend down and bow his head since childhood.

I was also surprised that the distance between the two was too close...

It was close, it seemed that there was only one lollipop rod.

You can clearly see Song Qiaoxi’s distinct eyelashes, and the girl exhales a sweet nose. The porcelain-white cheeks are like peach-like tiny hairs, and her soft lips are moisturized and shiny because of sugar. .

He even saw his own reflection in her watery eyes.

Song Qiaoxi also saw herself in Chu Jin's eyes.

She blinked, saw his throat roll up and down, nodded, her voice was astringent, "I, I'll take a drink and look for you on the bed."

"Oh, then you hurry up and wow." Release the hand on Chu Jin's shoulder, Xixi leaned back with the lollipop in her hand, leaning comfortably on the soft quilt.

After drinking the water, Chu Jin straddled on the bed with his long legs straddling the bed. The two of them were about two fists away, and they watched the movie quietly.

"Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" is very long, more than two hours.

Song Qiaoxi didn't take a nap, the heating in the boiler room was hot, the curtains were tightly drawn, the indoor light was dim, and there was sugar in her mouth, she soon began to doze off.

I thought to myself, the room is so dark, I will close my eyes for a while, I won’t be found...

Before she knew it, she tilted her head and leaned in the direction of Chu Jin, her head hitting a comfortable support.

There was the taste of sweet and sour grapes in the mouth, a small sugar ball was left in the lollipop, but the familiar mint smell in Chu Jin's body was smelled in his nose.

Then, she didn't know anything.

When Song Qiaoxi woke up, she found that she was lying flat on the bed, and "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" was still on the TV, half of the movie.

"Ah..." Sitting up on the bed, Song Qiaoxi rubbed her eyes and saw Chu Jin's back next to the desk. He turned on a small lamp and brushed something.

"Wake up?" Chu Jin stopped writing and turned his head to look at her.

As soon as he reminded, Song Qiaoxi felt that her throat was really dry, scratched her head, and nodded obediently, "Um."

There was a cup of water that he often used on the boy's desk. Chu Jin naturally picked up the cup and poured a cup of warm water for Song Qiaoxi, watching her sip it "tons and tons".

Suddenly, Song Qiaoxi remembered something, raised her eyes and asked, "Where is my lollipop?"

"I was asleep with a lollipop. That little stick was a bit dangerous, so I threw it away." Chu Jin said flatly, returning to the desk and continuing to calculate the problem, "If you want to eat, there is still in the cabinet, help yourself."

"Ah, threw it? There is still half..." Sitting on the bed fumbling around putting on shoes, Xixi, who has never wasted on eating, shook her head, "Next time you help me put the water in the glass, I will get up. Keep eating, it's a waste to throw it away."

Hearing what Song Qiaoxi said, Chu Jin's body stiffened visibly.

The teenager unnaturally glanced at the small trash can next to the desk, tore off two pieces of paper from the play herb, and threw them into the trash can.

In order to cover up the bare white stick in the trash can...

-

The winter vacation in 2003 just passed. On the first day of the foreign language school, Song Qiaoxi was called out by Ding Miao at the class entrance during the big break in the afternoon.

Ding Miao held a delicate golden paper bag in her hand, and she pulled Song Qiaoxi to the corner near the bathroom.

Opening the paper bag, Ding Miao frowned and asked, "Xixi, look at what this is..."

Almost putting a small furry head into a paper bag, Song Qiaoxi took out a box of exquisite chocolates from the big bag with two small hands, and a red card with a little angel printed on it and sprinkled with gold.

"Oh, chocolate?" Song Qiaoxi looked at the golden chocolate box and the English letters printed on it, feeling a little familiar, "God-iva, how should I pronounce it? Where have I seen this brand of chocolate? "

"Well, to be honest, Xixi," Ding Miao pushed his glasses, her cheeks flushed slightly, "This is not the first time I have received it. When I graduated from the sixth year, I also received similar chocolates, which are also from this brand. I checked, this brand is so expensive..."

"When you said that I remembered, when I graduated from the sixth grade, I also received a small box, but not as big as yours." Song Qiaoxi remembered that after graduating from the sixth grade, she also received a small box of Godiva. Chocolate, Chu Jinfei said that chocolate is poisonous and she wouldn't let her eat it.

Ding Miao said, "I received it in the sixth grade. It is about the same size as this box. I don't know who sent it. I gave it to the teacher directly..."

"What is written on the card, can I read it?" Song Qiaoxi asked Ding Miao with wide eyes.

"Well, I told you to come here for you to see." Ding Miao nodded.

Opening the red card with the little angel printed on it, Song Qiaoxi felt that her breathing was about to stagnate. She looked up at Ding Miao in a panic. Ding Miao also looked at her a little bewildered.

Inside the card is written in swash English, "HappyValentine\'sDay."

There is also a slightly crooked Chinese line, "To: Ding Miao, a late Valentine's Day gift, I hope you are happy every day."

No signature.

"Miaomiao, this is someone who confessed to you!" Song Qiaoxi looked around and found that no classmates were paying attention to them, so she said to Ding Miao in a very small voice, "The English writing is so good, and the Chinese writing is so bad. Well? But, by the way, when is Valentine's Day?"

"Yes...it seems to be the second day of the Lantern Festival, right?" Miaomiao, who has always been set up by Sister Cool, now looks a bit at a loss. "It shouldn't be Gu Wei, I think His characters are different from this font. What do you think I should do, Xixi."

In terms of emotions, Xi Xi, who was not awakened, really didn't know what to do.

She only considered one question, whether chocolate is poisonous and not poisonous, can it be eaten, "Here, there is plastic on the outside, shouldn't it be poisonous? If it is not poisonous, just eat it?"

"I don't dare to take it home, and the chocolate is too sweet, I don't like to eat it sweet. You want to eat it, you take it away." Ding Miao pinched his eyebrows and waved to Song Qiaoxi, "If you don't want to eat it, just go with The people in your class are divided."

The big break was not over yet, Song Qiaoxi was sitting in her seat in the second experiment class, holding the box of chocolates in her hand.

After opening it, she smelled a strong scent. She decided to share with her good friend Qiu Mengmeng at the back table, "Mengmeng, do you eat chocolate?"

"Wow, chocolate!" Qiu Mengmeng stretched out a small hand with a meaty nest, took a heart-shaped milk chocolate, smiled with her small eyes narrowed, and said joyfully, "Thank you Xixi!"

"You're welcome." Song Qiaoxi said with a smile.

The table and chairs next to her moved, and when she raised her eyes, it was her deskmate Zhao Xin who had returned.

Song Qiaoxi pushed the chocolate box in front of Zhao Xin, "Zhao Xin, eat chocolate."

Zhao Xin's expression was a little strange, he squeezed his mouth and said nothing, and after a while he uttered a few words, "This is...Where did the chocolate come from?"

"Miaomiao gave it to me. I don't know who gave it to her." Song Qiaoxi shook her head and smiled embarrassedly.

"She, she only gave you chocolate?" Zhao Xin said to Song Qiaoxi, his expression a little nervous.

"Well, just chocolate." Song Qiaoxi answered him.

Of course, the little girlfriend's personal affairs should be kept secret. She didn't mention a word about the card with Valentine's Day greetings.

Song Qiaoxi remembered that after Miaomiao gave her chocolate, she put the card with the big palm in her coat pocket and took it away.

"It's okay, thank you, I won't eat the chocolate, you can save it." Zhao Xin answered her softly as if he suddenly breathed out.

The corners of her lips rose slightly, Song Qiaoxi rarely saw Zhao Xin smile.

She was a bit confused by the second monk, Zhao Xin didn't eat the sweet chocolate, so why is he so happy?

Boys’ minds are really hard to guess...

-

In 2003, the second academic year of the Foreign Language School, two months after the start of school, the whole Qizhou city began to fall into a tense atmosphere.

The foreign language school divides the students in each class into six groups, each with about ten people, arranges one student as the group leader, and takes their temperature twice a day.

If there are students whose body temperature exceeds 37 degrees, immediately call their parents and ask them to take them home to recuperate, and then come back to school when their body temperature is normal.

There is a strong smell of vinegar in the classroom. According to legend, vinegar can kill bacteria, and every class is boiling vinegar.

These thirteen or four-year-old, half-year-old children, except Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin, who are worried about father Song working in Beijing, Qizhou City is said to have no one, and the capital Beijing is already preparing for the construction of Xiaotangshan Hospital.

The remaining three children, including most of the students in the school, did not have a very intuitive feeling about the word "SARS".

Otherwise, they are still half-year-old children who are too playful and have the opportunity to be lazy and not go to school. Then this kind of opportunity will certainly not be easily let go. This sentence is said to classmate Wang Junyang alone.

When Wang Junyang was in the sixth grade of elementary school, the fact that "Huiguangfanzhao" performed super-level and was admitted to the general foreign language class. Perhaps it was his only academic highlight since he was a child.

After the start of foreign language classes, this guy became an "Internet addicted teenager". He spent his free time playing basketball and participating in the training of the school's basketball team.

learn?

Learning these two words did not appear in Wang Junyang's dictionary.

This kid started making small calculations since the school announced the new regulations, "Forcing students to go home if their body temperature exceeds 37 degrees."

One day at the end of April, the weather in Qizhou also warmed up.

Many willow trees were planted in Qizhou City. The spring breeze came all night, and the willow trees were all stripped, as if they had lifted the cover of the spring. The graceful wicker figure danced with the gentle spring breeze.

In the physical education class of Experiment 1 and Experiment 2, Song Qiaoxi was wearing sportswear, holding a bottle of iced black tea in her hand, dangling two long legs, sitting on the horizontal bar and talking to Ding Miao.

From time to time, she looked up and looked not far away, watching Chu Jin playing basketball with a few boys.

Teenage boys are not afraid of the cold and angry. They wear short-sleeved basketball vests for more than ten degrees and are playing fiercely.

Experiment 1 and Experiment 2 played a 3V3 bullfight, and the battle was fierce.

There were also a few girls standing on the sidelines, holding pulses bought from the small store in their hands, staring nervously at the few boys on the court with an average of 1.8 meters, screaming and cheering from time to time.

Song Qiaoxi did not stand by the sidelines, because the girls in each class were cheering for the boys in their class.

Her position is really embarrassing...

The little girl wanted to cheer for her classmates, and she wanted to cheer for Chu Jin.

This, the palms of the palms and the backs of the hands are all meat!

If you are on the sidelines, you will shout "Come on, Class 2!" to your class for a while, then shout "Chu is great!"

Song Qiaoxi simply pulled Ding Miao away from them, and silently observed the game.

"Uncle Song came back from Beijing?" Ding Miao also propped up, sat on the horizontal bar, and asked Song Qiaoxi with concern, "I heard that SARS is very serious in Beijing?"

"No, it's been almost a month. It's very serious, but my father and his company are okay. They are all paying attention." Song Qiaoxi squeezed the iced black tea in her hand and tried to squeeze a smile. She didn't want a good friend to do it. I was worried, "It's okay Miaomiao, it's right for my father not to come back. At this time, it's best not to run around casually. SARS will pass soon. Guo Jia has worked so hard and has been controlled."

Ding Miao whispered, "Well, I hope Uncle Song goes well. Is Uncle Song working with Zhao Xin's father? I heard that Zhao Xin's father wants Zhao Xin high school to go back to Beijing... ..."

Song Qiaoxi thought for a while, although Uncle Zhao said that he wanted Zhao Xin to return to Beijing, but the same thing was said at Uncle Zhao Primary School, but in the end, didn't Zhao Xin still stay in Qizhou?

Although Uncle Zhao is very good at the company, he feels that Zhao's family is at the bottom of the food chain, and his words don't count at all. Wow...

Song Qiaoxi nodded and shook her head again, "It's working together, but I don't know whether Zhao Xin is going to go to school in Beijing or not. It depends on what Zhao Xin thinks about where to go to school?"

"Oh, too..." Ding Miao didn't speak any more.

A true good friend is that even if two people are sitting and not talking, they will feel very comfortable.

Two little girlfriends squinted in the gentle spring breeze and sat on the horizontal bar to watch the basketball game.

In the first and second classes, the scores of both sides were bitter, and the game ended with a beautiful three-pointer from Chu Jin.

Experiment one, narrowly wins.

"Chu Jin won! Miaomiao, Chu Jin won!" Song Qiaoxi cheered softly, and almost fell off the horizontal bar when Ding Miao grabbed her arm.

Ding Miao laughed and teased her, "I know, your family has won everything. Fortunately, you are not on the sidelines. You should accidentally be chased and beaten by your second class! Look at how excited you are, my Xixi, You can figure it out, our first experimental team has won the competition, but you represent the second team."

"Ahahaha, I know wow..." Song Qiaoxi smiled with a mouthful of white teeth, and scratched her little curly hair embarrassedly, "That's why I came to you."

On the basketball court, the six boys from Class 1 and Class 2 gave a friendly high-five and agreed to fight again next week.

Chu Jin's sweat flowed behind his ears into the basketball vest. He lifted the vest and wiped the sweat. His eyes swept over the girls who gathered on the sidelines and screamed and cheered, but he didn't see Song Qiaoxi.

On the sidelines, a few girls in the first experiment group were whispering.

"Should you give Chu Jin the pulse?"

"I won't give it to him. He never drinks water from girls, and Chu Jin keeps his face cold every time."

"Try again, last time it was mineral water, this time it was pulsation..."

"Mine will be left to Gu Wei, Gu Wei! Mom loves you!"

......

Chu Jin turned around unhurriedly and looked at the equipment next to the playground. The corners of his lips curled up and smiled.

Sure enough, the children hid there.

Saying hello to his teammates, Chu Jin turned and ran towards the horizontal bar on the side of the playground.

Song Qiaoxi turned her head and found that Chu Jin was standing next to the horizontal bar.

The teenager's forehead was wet with sweat in the sun, and she looked at her lazily smiling, don't know why, to Chu Jin's bright eyes, Song Qiaoxi felt as if she had been hit by something in her heart, she was shocked again.

If it hadn't been for Ding Miao to hold her in time, he might have to roll off the horizontal bar.

"I'm thirsty." Chu Jin stretched out his slender, white arms to Song Qiaoxi. The young boy's skin seemed to be shining white in the sun.

"Small Straight Ball" Xixi didn't turn her mind, she unscrewed the ice tea and took a sip by herself, "You didn't bring money? I didn't bring my wallet for gym class..."

She turned her head and wanted to ask Ding Miao if she had brought her wallet, so she lent Chu Jin a few dollars to buy a bottle of water.

Ding Miao squeezed his eyes at Song Qiaoxi. Before she could speak, he took half of the ice tea from her hand, screwed on the bottle cap, and threw it over to Chu Jin. You will just take half of the ice tea."

Chu Jin neatly caught the iced black tea, twisted it back and raised his neck, drank all the remaining drinks, and waved the bottles empty at both of them, "Thank you."

Near the horizontal bar in the playground, it is very close to the teaching building of ordinary classes, and the classes of foreign language grade one are arranged on the first floor.

A long distance away, the three heard a burst of laughter from the classroom of the 13th grade, followed by the thunderous yelling of the head teacher of the 13th grade, "Wang Junyang! Immediately! Right away! Call me your parents!"

Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao looked at each other, turning their heads to look at Chu Jin, the young man shrugged helplessly.

After the physical education class, Wang Junyang's "brilliant deeds" have spread to all levels.

To go home to play games and take his temperature, he put the thermometer in the hot water cup while the teacher was not paying attention.

The thermometer, on the spot...

Exploded.

-

In June 2003, Song Qiaoxi had just celebrated her thirteenth birthday. In the last semester of the first year of junior high school, the tense final exam finally ended. The most difficult period of SARS, which affected the normal life of the people across the country, also passed.

For this final exam, the foreign language will be ranked according to the total score, and the second grade will be reclassified according to the score.

Song Qiaoxi was not so nervous anymore while waiting for the results.

After two semesters of hard work, she feels that her mentality has become completely different from before.

It is not that important to Song Qiaoxi to enter the first experiment class and stay in the second experiment class. The learning atmosphere in the second experiment class is also very good, and the students are also very friendly.

Although there are Chu Jin and Ding Miao in the first experimental group, she has understood a truth after this whole year.

Outside help from others does not play a decisive factor. Only when you want to work hard in your heart is the most important factor for success.

This year, Song Qiaoxi and the partners of the "Little Gang of Five", in different schools and different classes, did not harm the friendship between the five people.

Whether it was Wang Jun in the 13th regular class or Ding Yi in the Second High School of the Normal University, when everyone got together during the winter vacation, there was no sense of strangeness at all, and they still laughed together in affection.

This gave her confidence in the future without any fear.

Because no matter what changes happen in the future, the friendship between the partners for many years will not change.

The "SARS" in Beijing has finally passed.

In early July 2003, Song Jianguo bought plane tickets for the two children and Qiao Qin as usual, and took them to Beijing for the summer vacation.

On the plane, Song Qiaoxi talked to her mother all the way, "Mom, I want to eat Peking duck, fried liver, steamed buns and fried enema from Gulou, and old Beijing cheese and red bean double skin milk. I still want to eat Dad. I bought the pea yellow, donkey roll, Ai Wowo and butter fried cakes from Huguo Temple for the second time. I went to Wudaokou to eat barbecue and eat Papa Beldo’s puffs..."

"Okay, eat, eat, eat, eat you to death." Qiao Qin pinched her daughter's nose, shook her head helplessly, "How old, like a child."

"I passed the 25th place in the final exam. Mom, can you reward me for eating roast duck tonight?" Song Qiaoxi held her mother's arm in one hand, and held out five fingers in the other. This summer, I’m going to eat enough five roast ducks, ah, duck skin dipped in sugar, I really want to kill me..."

Chu Jin, who was sitting in the window seat, paused while turning his hand, and shook his head with a smile.

The little girl beside him passed the twenty-fifth place in the final exam and entered the first experimental class steadily.

I wonder if she would be willing to sit at the same table with herself when school starts in September?

"Reward you, you can eat, and ten roast ducks will take you to eat." Mother Song was also happy. Both children had such good grades, and the adults shouldn't worry about it at all.

Qiao Qin asked Chu Jin through her daughter: "Exhaust, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Just roast duck, Aunt Qiao." Chu Jin looked up from the book, glanced at Song Qiaoxi, and answered the little girl's words.

Song Qiaoxi stuck out her tongue at her mother, turned her head, and winked her eyes with Chu.

Qiao Qin looked at the two children, couldn't help laughing, and jokingly said: "Shit, do it all, you are more used to Xixi than I am a mother. She is spoiled like this. I guess no one will be in the future. I don’t like it, I guess it’s hard to get married."

"Then I won't marry anyone, I'll depend on you all my life. Anyway, you are used to me. If I can't marry, you will be used to me forever?" Song Qiaoxi didn't take this as a joke, she held her mother's arm in one hand. , Holding Chu Jin's arm in one hand, said seriously, "I will make a lot of small money in the future, which will be good for you."

"Puff haha, okay, mom waits." Qiao Qin stretched out her hand and rubbed her little girl's curly hair, and said with a smile.

Chu Jin just bends the corners of his lips, glanced at the little girl's simple and happy smile, and lowered his head to continue reading.

The young man promised himself silently.

To be used to Song Qiaoxi for a lifetime.

For dinner that day, Song Qiaoxi got his wish and ate Peking duck.

But it was not the last time I came to Beijing to eat Peking duck at Siji Minfu, but my neighbor, Grandpa Chu, invited them to a restaurant called "Da Dong" to eat roast duck.

The roast duck was really amazing this time, and it completely subverted Song Qiaoxi's impression of roast duck. It was indeed the first time she had eaten a roast duck with such a fresh and non-greasy taste. The other dishes also subverted the little girl's cognition.

The fragrant duck soup, Dong's roasted eggplant, tomato and crispy mushroom salad, Kung Pao shrimp balls, chestnuts and cabbage in safflower sauce...

Every dish is imitated in Western style, and the taste is really nothing to say, it's really delicious!

At the dinner table, Grandpa Chu invited the two children to have afternoon tea at home tomorrow, "Xixi, everything, what else do you want to eat, tell Zheming, let him write it down and prepare it for you."

"Thank you Grandpa, I don't need to prepare anything specially. I just want to play with Lucky. I haven't seen it for a long time. I really miss Lucky." Song Qiaoxi wiped her mouth with a napkin and said politely.

Thinking of Lucky's fluffy fur, the way "Has Haas" panted, and the wagging tail, Xi Xi's heart melted.

"Lucky misses you too, Zhe Ming," Mr. Chu beckoned, and Zhe Ming walked over and bent over, "Who said last time, the black swan cake is delicious, how many more snacks for the children tomorrow, right? And the Wang family last time? I also ordered two British afternoon teas. I don’t think Xiao Chu likes sweets, so he should prepare more salty snacks."

"Yes, don't worry, I will contact you." Zheming nodded and took out his phone to record.

After Zheming finished recording, he seemed to think of something important, his brows frowned slightly, and he said a few words lightly in the ear of Mr. Chu.

Song Qiaoxi saw that Grandpa Chu's face suddenly turned very bad, as if she was deliberately suppressing her anger.

This was the first time I saw the amiable Grandpa Chu getting angry, and the most obvious change of Grandpa Chu was the look in his eyes.

She saw that her father used a color on her, which meant that she would not be allowed to stare at Mr. Chu, which was impolite.

Hurry down and drink the duck soup in front of her.

"Sorry, I have to deal with some housework." Grandpa Chu's voice was still very gentle, nodded apologetically to Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin, and walked toward the private room with a cane and Mingzhe after he got up.

"It's okay, slow down." Father Song smiled.

Chu Jin used his public chopsticks to pick up two Gong Bao shrimp **** and put them on Song Qiaoxi's plate, and said softly, "Eat yours, don't care about others."

"Oh." Song Qiaoxi nodded and agreed.

She has always heard very well. She put down the soup bowl, and just picked up a shrimp ball with chopsticks, she heard Mr. Chu coldly say to Uncle Zheming, "You bastard, you're not dead outside? No, see, he dare to come tomorrow afternoon. , I broke his leg."