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Chapter 3 There are three little ones at home

 When I get off work in the afternoon.

The snow started to fall again with the northwest wind, and judging from the pattern, it seemed like it would continue all night.

Xu Qing wore cotton shoes and stepped on the snow, making a squeaking sound.

At the factory gate, you can already see many people running out in a hurry.

Xu Qing put his hands into his sleeves and walked slowly through the snow.

Silly Zhu doesn't have to cook for the factory leaders today. He is standing at the door of the seventh workshop where Qin Huairu is located, waiting for Qin Huairu.

As soon as Qin Huairu came out, the two of them walked together.

Xu Qing took a look and continued walking slowly.

Suddenly someone kicked me.

I turned around and saw that it was Xu Damao who lived in the backyard.

"Come up, I'll take you back!"

Because of his father's relationship, Xu Damao not only found a good job as a projectionist in the factory, he also saved up money to buy a permanent brand 28 big-bar bicycle last year.

It is said that some time ago, after being introduced by someone, I met another person.

During this period, Xu Damao was in high spirits and proud.

Seeing that it was Xu Damao, Xu Qing shook his head and said:

"Forget it, Brother Damao, I'll just leave slowly, you go back first."

"Hey, kid, my brother is happy today and is willing to give you a ride. If you don't want to, I'll freeze you to death."

Xu Damao turned his head, pushed hard on the pedal with his right foot, and walked away in the blink of an eye.

A crooked car mark instantly appeared on the snow, but it was quickly covered with a thin layer of falling snowflakes.

Xu Qing continued to walk slowly towards the factory gate.

As a result, when he arrived at the factory gate, he saw Xu Damao, who had already ridden away on his bicycle, and was angry with a bruised nose and swollen face.

The bicycle on the side is also lying quietly on the snow.

The wheels kept idling, and the bright silver handlebars and black leather seats were covered with mud and snow.

Apparently, Xu Damao was careless while riding his bike, slipped and fell.

Looking at the injuries on Xu Damao’s face, it seems that he suffered a heavy fall.

Xu Qing exhaled. This was what he was afraid of when he declined Xu Damao's kindness just now.

It’s easy to fall while riding a bicycle in snowy weather.

Xu Damao dared to lead others, but Xu Qing did not dare to sit down.

Fortunately, I didn't sit down, otherwise I would have had a bruised nose and swollen face.

At this time, Shazhu and Qin Huairu also came and saw Xu Damao looking miserable.

Silly Zhu couldn't help but said sarcastically:

"Tsk tsk...riding in the snow looks really different!"

"Xu Damao, are you riding a bicycle, or are you letting the bicycle ride you?"

Xu Damao turned his head and glared at Silly Zhu, and hummed:

"Silly Zhu, go ahead, I'm better off wrestling than some people who don't have bicycles to ride."

"I can't even ride him if I want to, so I can only be jealous and stare!"

Xu Qing saw that the two men started bickering again.

I was speechless.

Since arriving at the compound, he has been able to see this scene every now and then.

It can be said that the bickering between Xu Damao and Silly Zhu is a feature of the compound.

If you can't hear anything on a certain day, one of them must not be in the courtyard.

When other workers in the factory who got off work saw this scene, they also stopped at the factory gate.

However, they all left soon.

It's freezing cold. It's extremely cold. This winter is no better than summer, and it's still snowing non-stop.

Even some people like to watch the fun.

But at this moment, I am too cold to stand and have no thoughts.

Xu Qing also left and did not dare to stay longer.

First, it was too cold and it snowed heavily.

Secondly, when he got back, he had to quickly cook dinner for his three younger brothers and sisters, and he didn't dare to delay.

Nowadays, Xu Qing is the only breadwinner in the family, so things like lighting a fire and cooking naturally fall on his head.

When Xu Qing returned to the house, it was warm inside.

The three younger brothers and sisters have already used matches to light the stove, and a fire is also burning in the stove.

Now we are lying on the edge of the kang together, writing homework.

Seeing Xu Qing coming back, the three of them hurriedly ran to Xu Qing and stretched out their hands to help Xu Qing pat the snow flakes on his clothes.

Although the younger sister Xu Xiaoya is young, she is still a girl, thoughtful and considerate.

Not only did she help Xu Qing brush off the snow, but when she saw that Xu Qing's hands were red with cold, she also thoughtfully picked up the kettle and poured boiling water into a large enamel teapot for Xu Qing.

"Brother, cover your hands."

Xu Qing took the teapot, reached out and deliberately iced Xu Xiaoya's face. Then he asked the three little ones to hurry up and do their homework.

He himself turned around and walked into the kitchen, ready to cook.

In the kitchen, the iron pot on the stove was already steaming. Xu Qing opened the lid and took a look. There were steamed buns mixed with stick noodles inside.

The probe asked in the front room:

"Xiaoya, who put the steamed buns in the pot?"

The little girl turned her head, smiled and showed a naughty face to Xu Qing, and said:

"The third brother put the steamed buns in, and the second brother made the fire."

Xu Aiguo and Xu Fengming were lying on the edge of the kang, their faces showing the shyness of teenagers, as if they had been exposed by the naughty girl. They invariably raised their hands and pinched Xu Xiaoya's little face gently.<

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Xu Qing quickly said:

"You three, do your homework and don't mess around anymore."

Xu Qing rarely treats his three younger brothers and sisters harshly, after all, his parents are gone. Right now, he just wants them to study hard and grow up happily.

After half an hour of busy work, Xu Qing prepared dinner.

Because the steamed buns were put into the pot by the third brother Xu Fengming, and the stove was filled with briquettes by the second brother Xu Aiguo, the fire was booming, so he didn't need to worry.

Xu Qing then cooked two dishes.

A plate of scrambled eggs.

A plate of Chinese cabbage and fried radish.

Plus, there was another plate of pickles from the clay pot used to pickle them.

There are not many vegetables in winter, so radishes and cabbage are easy to store and not expensive.

Xu Qing has not yet mastered the art of pickling.

Fortunately, there is a deaf old lady in the courtyard who is a good pickle picker. After some guidance, the three little ones liked the pickles made by Xu Qing.

Dinner is ready, and the three little ones have also finished their homework.

They all rushed into the kitchen and fumbled with Xu Qing to carry things to the kang in the front room.

The younger sister Xu Xiaoya is responsible for holding the bowls and chopsticks, the second brother Xu Aiguo is responsible for the scrambled eggs, and the third brother Xu Fengming is responsible for the stir-fried cabbage and radish.

For a while, the small kitchen was crowded with people, but it was not crowded at all.

Xu Qingze took the steamed buns out of the pot, cracked an egg, poured it into the boiling water at the bottom of the pot, added some cabbage and radish, and simmered it for a while.

Then put it into a large porcelain basin with a spoon and take it out of the kitchen.

The four siblings sat on the warm Kang and ate a hot dinner. Although it was just a simple meal, the three little ones all ate it with gusto.

"Brother, I found that the steamed buns you steam are getting more and more delicious, and they are even as good as the master chefs in my school cafeteria."

"That's not true. Big brother's scrambled eggs are the most delicious."

"What? These pickles are the best. I feel they are more authentic than those in Liubiju."

I saw three little ones chattering non-stop.

Xu Qing suddenly felt that this winter didn’t seem to be that cold anymore.

Then I thought that tomorrow would happen to be Saturday.

She doesn't go to work, and the three little ones don't have to get up early to go to school. Qin Huairu can still pay back the money.
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