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

The other two literary soldiers were named Tao Zhenzhen and Jiang Xiaoyue, and they both came to Feng Qingxue in the name of Xibao.

When he said he would send delicious food to Xibao, no one doubted it.

Tao Zhenzhen was just upset. He came in a hurry, thanked Feng Qingxue, burned the letter, and left in a hurry.

Jiang Xiaoyue, who finally came to Feng Qingxue, was only sixteen years old, and her family situation was obviously very good. She brought a large bag of things, and Feng Qingxue almost thought that she had contracted all the high-priced goods in the store.

Jiang Xiaoyue has a very heroic personality, "Sister Qingxue, this place is too remote. Many things that are available in the capital are not available here. You can make do with these things for now, and I will buy them for you after you finish. I will give them to my dad." My brother and my sister sent a telegram respectively, asking them to send Xibao more milk powder and malted milk, and also send some cotton fabrics to make Xibao dress up better. "

Feng Qingxue said hurriedly: "Why are you so polite? Everyone, you give it to me and I give it to you. There are so many things that even Xibao can't finish them all."

Although everyone except Jiang Xiaoyue didn't send much, there were too many people who couldn't hold up the entire army. There were seven to eight thousand people in a brigade, and 100,000 people in a military region, which was just a lot more.

"Xibao is so cute, it's natural for everyone to give him things! Right, Xibao." Jiang Xiaoyue said.

Xibao was sitting on the kang, concentrating on eating the chicken cake, and he didn't forget to nod to express the correctness of Jiang Xiaoyue's words.

"Yes!" he shouted.

After saying that, he continued to lower his head and eat the chicken cake, one in each hand, and each ate more than half of it. The chicken cake was relatively loose, and the bed between his legs was covered with the dregs he dropped. Feng Qingxue was secretly glad that she had spread Lu Jiang under his buttocks. an old piece of clothing.

After Feng Qingxue's remedial measures, the little guy returned to his fair, plump and tender appearance.

At this moment, he was wearing a small cotton-padded jacket with yellow flowers on a red background, and a cotton jumpsuit with red flowers on a blue background. He was not wearing a hat, and his white and tender feet were bare.

The more Jiang Xiaoyue watched, the more she liked it. No wonder those soldiers were talking about Xibao and what he did every day.

"Sister Qingxue, how do you raise Xibao so well? His smile is so joyful. He is an angry person. When he sees his smiling face, his heart lightens up quickly. All the children of my brothers' families are stupid. It's dark, but he's very naughty. If he doesn't put up the roof for three days, he'll be regarded as a dog." Jiang Xiaoyue praised Xibao while despising her nephew.

Feng Qingxue smiled and said: "That was when you had never seen Xibao being naughty. I wanted to stuff him back into my belly."

"Buddy?" Xibao heard this, looked down at his belly, and saw only a red flower on a blue background. He stuffed the chicken cake in his left hand into his mouth with a groan, and moved his mouth back and forth with great difficulty. I swallowed a mouthful of chicken cake, then touched my belly and said to Feng Qingxue: "Mom, my belly is ah!"

"Yes, that's your belly. Is your belly full?"

"Belly, beefy, be full."

After hearing what he said, Feng Qingxue said, "Can you stop eating when you are full? Give the cake to mom."

"No! No!" Xibao was worried about being snatched away by his mother. With a groan, he stuffed the remaining egg cake into his mouth again. This piece of egg cake was half as thick as the one on his left hand, which made his cheeks bulge. It was obviously very difficult to chew, so she pouted and reached towards Feng Qingxue. When Feng Qingxue stretched out her hand, she spit it into her palm, then reached out and pinched a small piece and stuffed it into her mouth.