Reborn in the 70s, the little softie in the arms of the strongest rough man

"I'm not wrong. Doesn't he stutter?"

Huo Fangfang is the youngest in the family. She has been spoiled since she was a child, so naturally she can't stand it.

Huo Changqing was still losing his temper, and Huo's mother on the side spoke.

"Okay, Chang Qing, Fangfang also knows that she was wrong. You can finally go home and stay for a few days, so that everyone can be kinder."

Huo Changqing is in the army on weekdays and can only go home occasionally. This time he came back to stay permanently because of his marriage.

Zhang Jingjing in the kitchen listened to what was going on outside with her ears raised. After listening, she made a brief summary.

Huo Changqing's character is impeccable. He cannot be said to be a good husband, but he is definitely a good comrade. How should Huo's mother put it? She is a bit aloof, but she is not the kind of picky and evil mother-in-law.

As for this sister-in-law, she is quite unruly...

She sighed secretly in her heart, and now she also made rice, baked a few scallion pancakes, and the millet porridge cooked by Huo's mother. In addition, she mixed in a cucumber and fried shredded potatoes.

Now that she could eat such food, she was already a wealthy family. This made Zhang Jingjing very happy, and she couldn't do anything to wrong her.

"The meal is ready."

She carried a bowl of scallion pancakes out and put it on the table.

The Huo family now has a large population, so they need to cook more. Moreover, the three children must be well fed when they are growing. Just now she saw the three little ones. They were all sallow and emaciated. Not eating well.

But this mother Huo doesn't look like a child abuser. How could she raise her child like this?

Huo Changqing saw her coming out with the cake, stood up and took it, then followed her into the kitchen to help get the dishes.

The three little ones were very eye-catching and wanted to help, but they were stopped by Mother Huo.

"Don't go there, I'm afraid it will spill if you don't handle it properly."

After a while, the food cooked by Zhang Jingjing was brought to the table. Huo's father also came out. Looking at the appetizing scallion pancake, he couldn't help but glance at Zhang Jingjing.

"You did it?"

Zhang Jingjing nodded: "Dad, how about you give it a try."

As he said that, the family moved their chopsticks.

Father Huo and Mother Huo put a piece of cake in their mouths, and their expressions changed slightly.

I really didn’t expect that Zhang Jingjing’s cooking skills were so good. She could even compete with the chefs of state-owned restaurants in making this cake.

With Huo's mother's barely edible cooking skills, Zhang Jingjing's meal simply saved everyone's stomach.

Although Huo Changqing didn't say anything, it was obvious that he was very satisfied with Zhang Jingjing's cooking skills, and even ate the cake much faster.

As for the three little ones, they were silently drinking millet porridge from the bowl, but their eyes couldn't help but look at the scallion pancakes in the basin.

Zhang Jingjing frowned, picked out three pieces and put them into their bowls.

"Why are you just drinking rice soup? You can also eat two pieces of cake. Now is the time for you to grow, so you must eat well."

She was in such a hurry that she didn't take a closer look at the three little oil bottles, but at first glance she found that the three children were all handsome, but their hair was dull and dull, and they looked as if they were starving. Meat.

Looking at the cakes placed in front of them, the three of them were a little scared.

"If we don't eat, we're not hungry. We can just drink porridge."

The little boss waved his hand, but he didn't want to eat.

Huo Changqing also frowned. How could he not be hungry when it was time for dinner?The adults were all hungry, let alone the children.

Just as he was about to say a few words, he saw Zhang Jingjing staring at him.

"You have to eat even if you're not hungry. Look how thin you all have become."

Zhang Jingjing's attitude was tough, and the three little ones just looked at each other, then picked up the cake and ate it.

Huo Changqing couldn't help but take a deep look at Zhang Jingjing.

Mother Huo on the side was also surprised. Her three children always said they didn't like to eat the food she made before. She was busy with work on weekdays, so she couldn't take care of that much.

Now if you look closely, you can see that the three children are really frighteningly thin.Zhang Jingjing's words woke her up. When they went out like this, people who didn't know would think she was abusing the three children.

Their father is a great hero who sacrificed his life for the country, but when he comes to their home and is treated like this, what will others think?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel secretly frightened.

Huo Fangfang originally planned to leave, but she didn't want to eat the pig food made by this country bumpkin.

But where is the pig food?This looks much tastier than his mother's cooking.

And judging from the expressions on my parents’ faces, this meal must be very good.

When she woke up in the morning, her stomach was full of empty food. Seeing how delicious everyone was eating, she couldn't help but secretly swallow her saliva.

"Fangfang, don't you want to eat some?"

Zhang Jingjing took the initiative to speak.

To be honest, he didn't want to offend this sister-in-law. If he could make friends with her, he would try his best to make friends with her. If there was no other way, he would just break the pot. She was not a pleaser.

Huo Fangfang originally wanted to try it, but when she heard what the country bumpkin sister-in-law said, the arrogance in her heart made her subconsciously refuse.

"I won't eat these things you made. It doesn't taste good at first glance. How can it taste like a state-owned restaurant?"

With that said, she went back to the house, put on her schoolbag, and left directly.

Zhang Jingjing sighed inwardly, don't mention it, this sister-in-law is quite difficult to make trouble.

While eating, Zhang Jingjing offered to let her three children live with her.

"Mom, you and Dad are usually busy at work and need a rest when you come back. It's too troublesome for three children to follow you. From today on, let the three of them follow me. I have nothing to do now. I can also teach them to read and write. "

Mother Huo was surprised.

"Are you literate?"

Zhang Jingjing nodded, "Yes."

Although the original owner lived in a rural area, her parents treated her well and even allowed her to attend junior high school.

"Okay, then let the three children follow you from now on."

Mother Huo didn't say anything, but she was relieved in her heart.To be honest, raising four children had exhausted her energy, and now she had to take care of three more children, which was really tiring.

Although they are very obedient, they still need to be managed.

Although the second daughter-in-law was not able to get on the stage, she was fortunate to be down-to-earth and capable, could cook, and could read. Now it seemed that it was not all a shortcoming, which made her inner dissatisfaction slightly lessen.

As a man, Huo's father doesn't care about such noisy matters at home. He only pays attention to big things.

"By the way, Chang Qing, are you going back to the army tomorrow?"

Huo Changqing is very busy, and he only has a few days off this time. His son is already a battalion commander at a young age. If he performs a few more meritorious deeds, he may be promoted to regimental commander.

He had high hopes for his son, so he didn't interfere too much with his son's marriage this time. He had a female comrade who could help him take care of the house, and he could safely train in the army.

Huo Changqing originally wanted to return to the army tomorrow, but he subconsciously glanced at Zhang Jingjing and said, "I'll go back to the army in three days. I haven't been back for a long time. I also want to see the old man and the others."

Father Huo nodded but didn't say anything else.