Su Jiaojiao was so angry that she bit Song Qinghan's shoulder again and gnashed her teeth fiercely.
Song Qinghan's body stiffened and he bent his knees so that she would not stand on her tiptoes. His eyes were full of affection as he said, "Jiaojiao, be gentle. Be careful not to knock your teeth."
Su Jiaojiao's small face turned red and she bit down a lot. Suddenly, the tip of her tongue touched and she tasted a trace of salty and bitter taste. Before she could react, her brain automatically prompted: [Sweat, secretion, forty-five minutes ago. There's the smell of smoke in the stove …]
Su Jiaojiao: "…"
All of her emotions broke down in an instant. The God of Cooking's tongue was indeed worthy of being called the God of Cooking. He could taste anything, but it was a little too funny.
Previously, when she ate breakfast, she could clearly tell that the meat in the meat porridge was overcooked. It should have been put in two minutes later, turned off three minutes earlier, washed the rice and other problems. At that time, she thought it was quite good, but now …
She let go of his mouth with a wooden face.
Song Qinghan did not know how her heart was breaking down. He licked his face and moved his right hand closer and said softly, "Jiaojiao, there's no meat on my shoulder. Bite here."
Su Jiaojiao glanced at him, her small face obviously unfriendly. She put the money in her hand on his hand and said, "Send it over yourself. I'll go back and rest."
"Okay." Song Qinghan did not say anything and nodded obediently. He did not feel that he was a stranger. Instead, because they were closer, he became a lot bolder. Before he left, he deliberately hugged her and gave her a kiss.
Before she could get angry, he ran away again.
After sending the money to the Su family, Sun Fang looked at Song Qinghan's bandaged left arm and frowned: "Jiaojiao is slacking off again? Let her come next time. You're injured, so don't bother. "
"This is a small matter. It's nothing." Song Qinghan smiled and shook his head, then said: "Mom, do we have any more cotton at home? Jiaojiao is afraid of the cold. Winter is coming soon. I'm afraid one cotton coat is not enough. I want to make a longer sweater for Jiaojiao. "
Speaking of this, Sun Fang immediately forgot about her daughter's crusade and nodded: "There's still enough at home, but it's only enough to make one. your cotton coat …"
Song Qinghan said, "I still have a military coat, so I won't make it."
Sun Fang was even more satisfied. She's not too long ago, it's too.. She'll bring your size next time. I'll make you one too. next time....
If it were any other time, she wouldn't have made it. However, he was so good to her daughter that the family earned some money. Jiaojiao also brought back a lot of things, so she had to return the favor. Especially since this child didn't have parents to dote on him, she couldn't be stingy.
Song Qinghan wanted to refuse, but how could he? His skin was rough and his flesh was thick. In addition, this winter wasn't particularly cold.
However, Sun Fang had already waved her hand to let him go.
He turned around in a daze. When he walked away, his footsteps were normal, but the expression on his face was particularly strange. His heart felt a little sour, but more than that, it felt warm.
No matter what this kindness was for, he was the one who benefited.
In fact, after growing up, Song Qinghan had also wondered how he grew up. Since he was young, he had always picked up his parents' worn-out clothes to wear. Winter was the season he was most afraid of. Every time it was this time, he would feel cold all over and could freeze to death at any time.
He had also thought of dying like this.
However, he was lucky and always survived. Among them, there were always kind-hearted people. However, those kind-hearted people weren't his parents. Sometimes, when they looked at him, he felt that they couldn't wait for him to die.
But sometimes, they would give him something to eat. It was as if they were afraid that he would really die.
When he was young, he was able to survive because Da Niu always helped him. After that, it was Su Zhengyang who helped him.
Da Niu always said that he helped him and gave him survival skills. It allowed him to live well during those difficult times and not be neglected by his parents. When he grew up, he even had the ability to marry a wife.
In fact, Da Niu didn't know that if Da Niu didn't often steal his clothes for him to wear when he was young, he might have really frozen to death.
He was injured and retired because he didn't want to waste the country's resources. He felt that he was equivalent to a useless person in the army. He didn't go to school, and even if he could read, he wasn't qualified. He didn't have the ability to do civilian work, and his body wasn't good enough for military work. That was why he chose to retire. In his opinion, the subsidies given by the country were enough. Not to mention … when he retired due to injury, he would receive a subsidy of 200 yuan every year.
He thought that when he returned to the village, it would be the beginning of his retirement.
He planned to live alone until the day he died. He didn't plan to care about anything else. Even when he came back and the Song parents chased him out without a word, he didn't feel anything. There was no need. Everything seemed to be unnecessary. He took the money and lived quite well.
However, his comrades were still worried about him. When they heard about his family's situation, they all applied for leave and came over. They were afraid that his life wasn't good enough, so they arranged everything, including his marriage.
Although this marriage was initially instigated by Da Niu, at this time, Song Qinghan was really grateful to him. He was grateful to those comrades who worked so hard for his marriage. If it weren't for them, he wouldn't have a family of his own.
"Cough cough …" A cold wind blew. Song Qinghan coughed lightly. He should have felt cold, but his whole body felt warm as if he was being roasted by fire. He quickened his steps and couldn't wait.
Jiaojiao would definitely be bored at home alone. He had to hurry back to accompany her.
On the road to the village, a girl walked briskly back from outside. The two brushed past each other without any interaction.
However, when they brushed past each other, the girl couldn't help but turn around to take a look.
With that glance, she saw that the young man was tall and slender. His facial features were good-looking and his thin lips were slightly curved. There was spring in his eyes. Even if he was wearing the same gray clothes as the people here, he still stood out. If he were fairer, it might be even more unforgettable.
Although she only saw his broad back when she turned around, she couldn't help but praise him in her heart.
Xi Shu had been in the brigade for a long time, so she was quite familiar with the people in the village.
She also knew the person who brushed past her just now. His name was Song Qinghan. He was a pitiful person. However, now he had a reliable in-laws and a wife who looked fierce and was ridiculed by the villagers. In fact, she was beautiful and would protect her husband.
She also noticed Su Jiaojiao. Although they didn't speak, they would occasionally look at each other and smile as they greeted each other.
Thinking of this, Xi Shu sighed enviously. Coming to this damned place, she really didn't know when she would have a boyfriend!
However, after thinking for a short while, Xi Shu returned to her senses and continued to ponder. She had to think about what business to do next.
It wasn't very convenient for her to be an educated youth, but she didn't want the original owner's father to always subsidize her. No matter what, her father and stepmother had a son. No matter how much he loved her, it was impossible for him to give her all the family business.
It was a pity that she had studied computer science in her previous life. Other than cooking, she didn't have many skills. However, if she went to the black market to sell food, there was still the risk of being caught.
*****
Su Jiaojiao's waist was sore and her legs were weak. After returning to the house, she lay on the bed.
When she saw Song Qinghan come in, she immediately waved her small hand and said softly, "Come ~"
Song Qinghan chuckled and really lay on the bed with her. He pulled her into his arms with his right hand and asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"
"We don't have enough flour at home, but we haven't used up all the meat. Moreover, the meat buns seem to have been sold. This means that this business can continue to grow." Su Jiaojiao stretched out a few tender fingers and counted. "We have to buy some flour. But if we buy too much, I'm afraid that people will find out."
The flour from the supply and demand cooperative was cheaper. Of course, that was because they needed tickets.
It just so happened that she had a lot of tickets left in the matchmaker system after completing a mission. Su Jiaojiao set them as flour tickets and meat tickets.
However ….. if she had to buy them herself, it would be easy for people to find out. It would also be very strange to buy them for Ji Xuan. Every family in the brigade had a limited number of tickets. Even if she had a little more, it wouldn't be too much.
She had taken out a lot of tickets.
Song Qinghan muttered to himself for a few seconds and said, "I'll do it."
"Huh?" Su Jiaojiao's eyes widened.
Song Qinghan had never taken the initiative to participate in these things. It seemed that in his eyes, Su Jiaojiao was just doing small things. He always felt that Jiaojiao didn't need to work and only needed to spend money. In any case, he could make money.
Thinking of this, Su Jiaojiao suddenly realized something. He always felt that he could make money. This feeling ….. what did it mean?
Did he really have a way?
She flipped over and sat up, lying on his chest. She looked up at him with her bright eyes and silently urged him: Hurry up and tell me!
Song Qinghan looked at her and smiled in his heart. His cold heart melted into water. "Wang Xiao, who drove us to the city last time, contacted me two days ago. He even asked if I needed anything. He said he would send it over in the car."
"Oh ~" Su Jiaojiao smiled happily and kissed him twice. "You're amazing!"
In the past, she would occasionally see Song Qinghan's letters. Song Qinghan did not like others to casually read her letters, so she did not take the initiative to read them. She was also not interested in them. Her little brain was always thinking about food and how to make herself eat better.
She didn't know that Song Qinghan actually had a lot of connections.
Thinking about it this way, it was understandable. They were brothers who fought side by side and went through life and death together. Naturally, they had a deep relationship. It was easy to help out a little.
Moreover, Wang Xiao was the driver for a cadre. If he was on break, he could use the car for his own private use. If he helped to buy things from different places, it wouldn't arouse suspicion.
Su Jiaojiao didn't trust Ji Xuan that much. However, she didn't guard against Song Qinghan too much. In addition, Song Qinghan also knew that Ji Xuan helped to get some votes. He didn't do anything in this area, so it should be difficult for him to find out that there was something wrong with the votes.
Even if he found out, Su Jiaojiao's intuition told her that he wouldn't betray her.
As for Wang Xiao, they would naturally pay for the travel expenses and gas. If they gave him a little more, he could earn some extra money. He probably wouldn't refuse.
This way, she could also buy some ingredients that she wanted to buy but didn't have in the town's supply and demand cooperative, such as cream and butter.
It seemed that Song Qinghan's birthday was in November. In addition to selling, she could also prepare birthday gifts.
The person in his arms was fleshy all over. Song Qinghan enjoyed her intimacy very much. He smiled and kissed her twice. His right hand put the person on his lap and rubbed her waist. His voice was low and hoarse. "Are you feeling better?"
"…" Su Jiaojiao looked at him silently and asked silently, "What do you think?"
Song Qinghan understood. He regretfully pursed his lips and buried his face in her neck. He took two bites while he was at it.
Su Jiaojiao was so angry that she laughed and pinched his face. "You still feel wronged?!"
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