As a child growing up in the southern coastal area, seafood was one of Su Xiaoxiao’s favorite foods in her past life. She ate it every week, but most of the food she ate at that time was farmed in seaside fish farms, and wild ones were very rare.

This year's seafood should be mostly wild, how delicious it is, Su Xiaoxiao wants to steam it now, but let's endure it until noon and wait for Hancheng to come back together.

At this time, Han Cheng, who had just arrived at the army hospital, turned a corner and went to the leadership office first.

The leader used to like Hancheng so much, but now he has a headache when he sees Hancheng.

In the past, he was urged every day to find a revolutionary comrade-in-arms to take care of the rear, so that he could charge in front, and he couldn't look down on any lesbians in the military region with outstanding personalities and appearances.

This is not the time to go back to pick up a son. I brought a country girl back, and the political reviewer just sent it up, and he came to remind him three times a day.

Han Cheng values ​​his work more than his life. In the past, after marrying Yang Mei, he wanted to live in the hospital every day. Even if he had nothing to do, he would study cases and write papers behind closed doors, and seldom returned home on time.

Now he can't wait to leave after get off work, preferring to take the paperwork home to do it.

If it weren't for the feudal superstition that is now broken, he would want to find an exorcism master to do a ritual at Hancheng's house to see if he brought back a vixen. This is not because he knows the two ears Hearing things outside the window, Hancheng, who is only engaged in medical research, is gone.

Just when he came back, he heard the female nurse at the front desk saying that he saw Han Cheng queuing up in the vegetable market to buy meat in the morning, and the leader was very depressed. Did Han Cheng marry a family member to take care of the rear or marry a princess to serve him? Shopping for groceries? Are his hands with the scalpel and the pen used for carrying vegetables? After Yang Mei left, he ate three meals a day in the cafeteria, and he never saw any food.

Han Cheng knocked on the door and came in and asked, "Director Yao, how many days will my lover's political trial take? Can you give me an accurate word?"

Listen, listen, how many days has this been mentioned? Director Yao heard this, and his ears became calloused.

"Director Han, it's not that fast. The fastest this time is next week, and it's already expedited." Director Yao was very tired.

Han Cheng glanced at him. Today is only Monday. Even if it is reviewed next Monday and then sent over, it will take ten days: "Next week is too late, then I will ask the political commissar Zhao from the military to urge you. At the end of the year, there will be a lot of publicity work. They are still waiting for my wife to report to the publicity team."

Director Yao's temples throbbed: "Okay, the documents have been delivered. I'll call to remind you later, and try to teach you the approval next Monday. Is this the head office?"

Han Cheng came here so many times, he finally got the right word, just wait a week, he knew that this was the fastest process.

"Then I will ask you for a leave in advance, and I will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a certificate on the day I arrive."

Director Yao was tired, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Han Cheng, what kind of celestial beauty did you marry to make you roar like this?"

If it weren't for Han Cheng's work still maintaining a high level of high quality, even though the above agreed that he would not approve this marriage, he was afraid that he would have to worry about not approving Han Cheng.

Han Cheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "She's just a kind and ordinary silly girl. Although she has crossed the road in her hometown, we still have a certificate to be safe here."

Director Yao stared at him: "Are you afraid that she won't run away?"

Han Cheng really thought about it seriously. Sujia Village's material is far less abundant than here. Su Xiaoxiao likes delicious food so much, so she shouldn't have any plans to go back, right? He still buys delicious food for her every day in the future, and she likes children so much that she takes the initiative to kiss him, and also likes him to kiss her, shouldn't she run away? should?

"Han Cheng?" Director Yao shook his hand in front of him, "What are you thinking?"

Only then did Han Cheng realize that he was distracted, clearing his throat and shaking his head: "It's nothing, in general, if it's not until Monday, I'll go to Political Commissar Zhao in person."

Director Yao was annoying him now, and waved him to go: "Walk around, I see you're upset, by the way, how is the paper on heart valve insufficiency prepared? There is also an English version, which is to be submitted to From the International Medical Journal, be careful."

"When did I not care?" Han Cheng asked back.

Director Yao was speechless: "Let's go, I don't want to see you."

Han Cheng left the dean's office, and Chen Aimin didn't know where it came from: "Director Han, are you urging the political trial again?"

Han Cheng lifted his eyelids and stared at him: "Can you shut up?"

If Dr. Chen was a winking person, he would not be so disgusted by Han Cheng.

"I heard that you bought big clam shells and pork belly in the morning! Can I go to your house for a meal at noon? I'll give the money for the food stamps and double it?"

"No!" Han Cheng vetoed, "Don't try to make my family's meals in the future. If you want to eat delicious food, marry a wife who can cook by yourself. Don't bother my family with a smile."

Dr. Chen: "Hey, Director Han, don't be so stingy. There are more pairs of chopsticks for more people. I wash the dishes, the pots, and the kitchen, okay?"

If there are more people, there will be more pairs of chopsticks. He said it lightly. Su Xiaoxiao alone takes care of so many people, and it is hard enough to take care of so many people's meals. Whose daughter-in-law is distressed, Han Cheng can't do any more. Take people back for dinner.

Han Cheng's expression was serious: "If you mention this again, I will transfer you to another department, not to mention my family's delicious food. Dr. Chen, cooking is very hard, if you don't believe me, go back and do it. Try it twice."

He and Yangmei used to eat in the cafeteria most of the time, or they went back to eat from the cafeteria. Later, when the starfruit came, he started a fire at home, but the starfruit was really unpalatable to cook, so he would rather eat in the cafeteria.

In his opinion, Su Xiaoxiao loves this family very much, loves the children and him very much, that is why he is willing to wash his hands and make soup, and he is busy for this family.

Not to mention, Zhou Yuhua couldn't cook three times a day. Either Zhao Xianfeng's orderly helped to cook it, or he also went back from the dining hall. It would be good to cook several times a week.

Han Cheng also thought that if Su Xiaoxiao also went to work in the future, it would be fine to eat in the cafeteria at noon, otherwise it would be too hard.

Seeing that Han Cheng was so serious, Dr. Chen shut up and never dared to mention going to Han Cheng's house for dinner.



No need to wait for the afternoon, when the rice ball finished writing in the morning, Su Xiaoxiao found chalk and a small blackboard from Hancheng's room, and wrote a full version of the nine-nine multiplication table for the rice ball to recite.

Su Xiaoxiao taught the little rice ball to read a few times, and the little guy started standing there with his hands behind his back, shaking his head, and reciting in a cadence: "One for one, one for two, two for four, one for three for three, two, three for six, three, three. Got nine..."

I don't know if he can read it or not, but he didn't read a word wrong, even the paragraph paused. No matter the length of the paragraph, he read it all in one breath. , bent down and pumped, that cute and serious little appearance made Su Xiaoxiao keep laughing.

Even Xiaodoubao watched with relish, holding his twigs and writing and drawing on the ground in front of Su Xiaoxiao's small blackboard.

The two smart cubs studied so hard, and Su Xiaoxiao was naturally not far behind. She found Hancheng's high school textbooks in the closet.

Su Xiaoxiao disliked the familiar smell of mothballs on it, but her mother said that this thing is insect-proof, and Hancheng's books are really well kept, and they haven't been bitten by insects for so long. She even made her own school bag On the cover, there are Hancheng's vigorous and powerful characters, the two characters "Wuwen" are written neatly in the center, and at the lower right point: "Higher One (1) Class, Hancheng".

Su Xiaoxiao opened the inside. Han Cheng's textbooks were well kept. Inside and outside, they were as clean as his people, without any smudges or wrinkles, but the lines were densely filled with annotations and marks. It is a textbook used by a scholar who studied very hard.

This made Su Xiaoxiao be very careful when turning the pages, for fear of damaging the textbook that the master cherishes.

The same is true of other textbooks. Each one has a book cover to cover the cover, and the name of the textbook and the name of his class are written, just like obsessive-compulsive disorder, and even the position of the signature is exactly the same.

The knowledge at this time is not difficult. Su Xiaoxiao's previous life learning experience plus the original owner's foundation, it is quite easy to review. According to this difficulty, Su Xiaoxiao thinks that it is enough to study for an hour or two every day.

Even if I go to work, I still have plenty of time.

Knowing what to do, Su Xiaoxiao knew how to arrange the time, and closed the textbook to prepare lunch.

It is estimated that the small rice ball has finished reciting the nine-nine multiplication table, and they are already squatting in the vegetable garden with their little buttocks and digging earthworms to feed "porridge, flour, noodles and rice".

Xiaodoubao is still the smart Xiaodoubao. Even the word "get" is so difficult that he copied it stroke by stroke. Although it is not neat, the strokes and stroke order are correct. Now he can only move with one hand. It's pretty good to write like this.

Su Xiaoxiao picked him up and kissed him, took out a toffee from his hand, peeled off the wrapping paper and handed it to his mouth: "Mom rewards such a good cub with a toffee."

The little guy laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, he stretched out his hand to take it, but instead of putting it in his mouth, he handed it to Su Xiaoxiao's mouth, signaling Su Xiaoxiao to eat.

Su Xiaoxiao guided him: "What do you want to do with Xiaodoubao? You have to speak to your mother to know what you want to do. If you want your mother to eat candy, you can't say such a long sentence, just say 'Mom~~ eat' like this , Mom also knows, but if you don't speak, Mom won't know."

Xiaodoubao's face was puffed up, but he didn't speak, and when he saw Su Xiaoxiao and didn't eat, he was anxious, so he stuffed it into her mouth.

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head back and avoided his hand.

Xiaodoubao cried with a "wow".

Su Xiaoxiao really can't do anything about him, he actually knows everything, knows everything, but even if he doesn't want to learn to speak.

Su Xiaoxiao took a sip of his milk candy with his hand: "Okay, okay, man don't cry, mom is teasing you, but Xiaodoubao still has to talk, mother knows Xiaodoubao before she knows what you want What are you doing, but like big brother, and big brother Zhuzi, they can't guess what Xiaodoubao wants to do, so you have to tell them, right? For example, now, when my mother eats the toffee from Xiaodoubao, In order to express gratitude, my mother would say 'thank you', and if my mother thought it was sweet, she would say, 'Xiaodoubao's toffee is so sweet', but if my mother did not speak like Xiaodoubao, then Xiaodoubao would never know her mother feel it, right?"

Xiaodoubao was wronged and put the toffee that Su Xiaoxiao had bitten into his mouth, his cheeks became more bulging, two small fan-like long eyelashes hung with tears, big eyes full of tears blinked, two golden beans Rolled out of his eyes again.

Su Xiaoxiao's heart is broken, Xiaodoubao is so obedient, she seldom cried, almost never cried, but he was almost two years old and still refused to speak, Su Xiaoxiao was a little anxious, always thinking Let him speak.

Su Xiaoxiao took out a handkerchief to dry his tears, and kissed him again: "Okay, my mother is a little anxious, because my mother wants to hear Xiaodoubao too much, so wait until Xiaodoubao wants to talk and then tell my mother? "

As soon as Su Xiao's joke sound fell, he heard a small sweet and glutinous milky "Mom~~~".

Su Xiaoxiao didn't come back to her senses for a long time. She looked at Xiaodoubao in astonishment, her big and small eyes looked at each other, Su Xiaoxiao was immediately ecstatic, she didn't know what words to use to describe her surging mood at the moment, but she Still very unbelievable: "Xiaodoubao, did you speak up? You called your mother just now, didn't you?"