Song Huaijin and Ji Ya are a pair of very enlightened parents. Of course, it may be because they are not close to Song Qinghan (Guan Guan), and they are more guilty. Therefore, they have never been able to treat their children like ordinary parents. +++Mobile phone reading visit m.lightnovelpub.net

Both were guilty because they had not been able to keep him.

If you didn’t think about relaxing before the due date, you would have unexpectedly given birth at that time, and finally caused the child to be out of the package.

In the 1970s, as the director of the brick factory, Song Huaijin's identity was still very powerful. After all, private trading was not allowed at this time.

Su Jiao Jiao is an easy-to-satisfied person, who has no ambitions, so he has never been able to meet anyone deliberately, but he was surprised when he stood in front of this beautiful house that could be called a small villa.

This is definitely a well-to-do wealthy person. Although I have also seen the Song family before, all in suits and leather shoes, it is still surprising that there is no real one.

The decoration of this room is also very beautiful, except for a little old (color), two flower beds on both sides of the exterior, plant some beautiful flowers that she can't recognize, the house is more modern, gas, refrigerator, washing machine, electric light It is also a beautiful trick.

Light blue (color) sofa, pear wood coffee table, and a separate (dry gan) net bathroom.

Su Jiao saw the familiar world and almost cried.

She missed the bathroom for a long time!

Fortunately, she is very calm, after all, this is not the first time to see, quite calm.

Song Qinghan was somewhat novel, but soon calmed down, mainly for these things, he had no afterglow, at most he was curious.

The two followed Ji Ya and Song Huaijin all the way. At this time, it was a sunny morning. Some neighbors were basking at the door. When they saw them, a woman asked curiously, "Jiya, who is your family? ?"

With this sentence, the rest of the eyes also looked over.

These two young people are talented men, handsome men and pretty women, wearing nice clothes and leather shoes.

The Songs and their husbands are still very tight with them. Even if they all live in a community, the value is also different. Everyone wants to establish a relationship with them. One day, if there is a vacancy in the brick factory, they can still go. Guan) let his relatives work as workers in the past.

Therefore, everyone is more curious about the Song family, but they dare not understand it in detail.

At this time, I saw the young man and woman coming over, but did not bring a gift in their hands, but they were treated so passionately by the Song and his wife. During these few steps, they did not leave the two apart, always with some pride. Ji Ya all smiled.

This contrast is surprising.

Ji Ya smiled and responded calmly: "It is my son Song Qinghan and his daughter-in-law Su Jiao, this is home, not a guest."

Everyone was dumbfounded: "What?"

Ji Ya nodded, did not speak again, and led the two into the house.

The few people looked at each other, blankly.

One person said: "I remember her son is not Song Yuan? Although that person is not good, but we really grew up watching."

Another person wondered: "When you say that I remember, I haven't seen this kid in a few days."

"I don't know, these days the Song family has always been visited by guests. It seems that (fafa) has something big happening, wouldn't it feel that Song Yu'an was too... so he passed on one?

The woman who spoke first whispered: "Don't you think this young man is quite like this couple, looking more like a family than before?"

Everyone whispered immediately, each guessing one by one, each with a big brain hole, a different face (color), and gossip passed in the community.

...

"This is your home from now on, don't be restrained, do whatever you want." Ji Ya is responsible for entertaining them, and Song Huaijin looked at it with a smile.

Su Jiao Jiao and Song Qinghan both nodded: "We will."

Ji Ya smiled more and more happy, the whole person was more excited than before: "Jiaojiao, Qinghan, I will take you to see the room, all the clothes are ready for you, and they are all washed..."

The two nodded obediently behind her.

This is a two-story house, and their room is also on the second floor. When you open it, it looks very warm. There is also a big cupboard. The cupboard is open. There are a lot of clothes in it, both men and women, but girls. More clothes.

These clothes are different from Su Jiao's common ones. They are similar to those of Ji Ya, but they are younger and younger. They are bought from department stores.

There is also a desk and a bathroom in the room.

Although it is a separate room, the space is huge.

Ji Yaxianbao said, "This is a two-room connection. I didn't say to let you come here. I just wanted to give you the best room. Jiao, do you like it here? If there is anything you want, You can tell me directly that you don’t lack anything at home, and you can just buy what you lack.”

Su Jiao quickly shook his head: "There is no shortage, here is very good, much better than I thought."

She looked at the wardrobe with some pain. How much did she get for so many clothes? She would rather use the money to buy a variety of ingredients to make her own food. Of course, this is her own. Most of the time, she is the one who talks and Song Qinghan starts.

Her eyes are too straightforward, and Ji Ya is dumb, "Just like it. I have prepared a money ticket for you in the desk drawer. I live here a little longer. If I want to buy it directly, if the money is not enough, just tell me. "

Song Qinghan's **** (color) softened a lot. He didn't expect them to do so comprehensively, but it was also a bit unnatural. Since he was sensible, he never got money from others for nothing. He was grateful for their arrangements. But it was unacceptable: "Thank you, we have money."

Ji Ya disagreed and shook her head: "You have money is your money, I and your dad gave you what we should give, there is money at home, you don't have the burden, don't forget that your dad can be the director, and me too Women's Federation, there are people who work."

Song Qinghan frowned, what was he going to say, but was pulled by the people around him, and the soft little hand in his hand squeezed him impliedly, instructing him not to speak.

Su Jiao Jiao smiled and whispered: "He hasn't been treated like this since he was a child, and he was not used to it for a while, I will let him adapt!"

Ji Ya thought of those things again, her eyes were red, her lips were smiling, and she said softly: "It's okay, I know, that... I'll cook, you take a break first, or go around, there's nothing to bang at home ."

Ji Ya explained two sentences and was about to leave.

When she walked to the door, she seemed to think of something again and said, "He is no longer at home, and the room has been changed to a grocery room. I have sent everything."

The door closed, Su Jiaojia relaxed suddenly, moved her arm unnaturally, and sat by the bed, whispered, "I don't like it."

Song Qinghan thought her shoulders were sore, and quietly walked behind her to massage her shoulders, "Go back if you don't like us."

"No." Su Jiao Jiao shook his head: "They are looking forward to your coming to live and really love you."

Song Qinghan was silent.

Su Jiao looked back suspiciously, and saw that the man's heroic eyebrows were still a bit dazed, but not the kind of daze that he didn't understand at all, like some daze that could understand but couldn't convince himself to accept it.

Song Qinghan said softly, "Actually I have grown up."

Su Jiao remembered his previous experience, and immediately understood, some kneeling sadly (bed chuang), hugged him in his arms, distressed and said: "You grow up does not prevent you from experiencing the love of parents ! Besides, in fact, in the eyes of parents, when the child is not big, look at my parents, I am still worried about that when I come out this time!"

Song Qinghan hugged her soft waist, eyes a bit sore, remembered that they said goodbye to their father-in-law and mother-in-law when they got on the bus, the mother-in-law's continuous explanation, and the father-in-law's reluctance to go far away, he naturally understood.

I just fell on myself and watched Ji Ya and Song Huaijin give me a lot of things when I was busy with myself.

Su Jiao saw that he didn't speak. When he looked down, he saw the man's straight eyes, his mouth narrowed, and he suddenly smiled and came up with a way.

*****

Ji Ya is very happy about her son's return, which is directly reflected in the meals.

Her cooking skills are also very good, but even more amazing (yan) is the dishes on this table.

They are inland, and seafood is hard to see.

However, half of the meals at noon are actually seafood, and the other half are all kinds of chicken, duck and fish (meat rou) that are only available at home.

"This roast duck is the signature dish of an old cook in Jinyang City. It is only one hundred a day, which is not worse than the roast duck over Kyoto. Your dad has tried it before and said it tastes similar." Ji Ya took the lead in favoring the duck (Meat rou) use male chopsticks to deliver to their bowl.

Sujiao Jiao refused to come. After taking a bite of roast duck, he narrowed his eyes happily: "It's delicious!"

Ji Ya is also happy: "There is also this crab, although it is not the fattest time, but I am the biggest one I can find. You try it. This is a dip. If you like it, we will make it at night. How many are kept? ."

"Hmm, I like it!" Su Jiao Jiao was about to reach out to toss the crab.

A pair of black hands around him took the fist-sized crab and peeled it carefully.

Su Jiao Jiao lip smiled, and then went to other dishes, and feed Song Qinghan by the way: "This is abalone, I heard it is delicious."

When her chopsticks reached, Song Qinghan opened her mouth actively, and the two cooperated with each other.

Ji Ya, who was sitting opposite them, suddenly felt that she was a bit superfluous. (Mo Mo) (Mo Mo) Goose bumps on her arm, she and her husband looked at each other helplessly. eat by yourself.