Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

"Acheng, you look after Xibao for me while I cook for him." It's more than seven months and almost eight months. He cannot rely on the nutrition of breast milk and milk powder every day. He should be supplemented with food.

Guancheng understood and immediately took Xibao back.

Leaving Xiangxiang's soft embrace, Xibao hummed. Lu Tianjun quickly picked up the rattle and shook it in front of his eyes. He and Guancheng bought a rattle for 20 cents at the flea market. It should have been used by a wealthy family in the past. The red sandalwood and vermilion paint, painted on both sides, and the bright colors finally attracted his attention, and his tears quickly came back.

"It seems that children like brightly colored things. Let's go look for something interesting next time." Guan Cheng lowered his head and looked at Xibao's chubby white face and couldn't help but chirp on his cheek.

Lu Tianjun smiled and nodded. He loved this little brother more than anyone else. He looked so cute. Everyone liked him when he saw him.

Feng Qingxue went to the kitchen with confidence.

Xibao is very good at eating. She ate egg custard in the morning and made pumpkin porridge for lunch.

On the stove, the pumpkin rice that everyone eats is simmering in a large pot, a few handfuls of brown rice, and large pieces of pumpkin with skin are poured into the water and simmered slowly.

In the small casserole in the pot cavity next to it, there is white rice and diced pumpkin with the skin removed. It is Xibao's pumpkin porridge. It is simmering slowly over low heat. Gradually, the aroma fills the kitchen.

Taking advantage of the break in cooking porridge, Feng Qingxue quickly stewed a pot of cabbage. The lard was also very fragrant when added to the pot.

The dishes are ready and the porridge is ready.

Feng Qingxue turned off the heat, put the porridge into a bowl, and used a silver spoon to stir the pumpkin and flowered rice into a paste, making the bowl full of golden color.

The weather is bitterly cold, but it has become warm from the kitchen end to the main bedroom, right at the entrance.

"Acheng, call your grandparents for the pumpkin rice and stewed cabbage cooked in the pot, and then come back and eat them yourself." Feng Qingxue brought Xibao over and asked him to sit on the bed, leaning against the folded quilt behind him. , feed him spoon by spoon, and he eats it with big mouthfuls. If Feng Qingxue moves a little slower, he will scream, and his appetite is very good.

As soon as Guan Cheng and others walked out of the main room, they saw a person climbing over the wall and immediately shouted: "Who!"

"Where is the little thief from? He didn't knock on the door and didn't follow the right path but came to climb over the wall. Give me a stick!" Lu Tianjun easily picked up a thick wooden stick leaning against the wall next to the door and danced towards the opponent with lightning speed. , showed no mercy, but was grabbed by the opponent with his right hand.

"Good boy, I haven't seen you for more than a year, and you dare to hit me!" The other party grinned, revealing his white teeth.

The dark face was covered with frostbite and cracks, and the cheeks were red, which was in obvious contrast with the teeth.

"Uncle?" Lu Tianjun heard the voice was familiar and took a closer look. Oh, the dark and thin guy in front of him, with his head covered with ice particles and his body was dressed in rags that could rival a beggar, was not the married man. My uncle Lu Jiang, who left home not long after and went to the army and never came back? Why has it changed so much?

"Who else am I?" Lu Jiang said angrily.

Lu Tianjun took back the wooden stick and put it on the ground, "Uncle, why don't you come in through the gate? Climbing over the wall scared me."

After Feng Qingxue fed Xibao, she vaguely heard sounds outside, but the doors and windows were hung with thick cotton curtains and straw felts, which had good sound insulation. She couldn't hear clearly, so she put down the bowl in her hand and hugged Xibao. Walking to the main room, "Tian Juan, who is it, shouting to be beaten and killed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the straw mat hanging on the door of the hall was lifted up, "Qingxue, I'm back!"