Chapter 30 Valentine's Day

On the eve of Valentine's Day, sister Ai Yan rushed to find her mother: "I want it!" "What do you want?" "Qin Yin (lover)." My mother was so frightened that she passed out, her mouth was open, her eyes were rolling, and she didn't say a word. The younger sister giggled when she saw it, but seeing that her mother kept silent, she couldn't wait: "Mom, don't wash." My mother woke up slowly: "Wow, you are a little kid, and you scared my mother to death when you asked her for a piano and silver." The younger sister saw that her words were so shocking, she said again: "Qinyin!"

The mother became terrified and fainted again, and the younger sister called "Mom, don't wash".This goes on and on until my younger sister is no longer interested in playing this game, and my mother said: "Mom hasn't made a piano coin yet, so where can I get one for you?" Dad fanned the flames: "Sister, your mother has a lot of piano money, just ask her for it!" The younger sister really pestered her mother: "I want it!" Dad mobilized mom again: "Mom, you have so much piano silver, why don't you just give one to your sister, why are you so stingy?"

Mom fought back: "Sister, don't listen to Dad, he has a lot of piano silver, go ask him for it." The younger sister came to pester Dad again: "Dad, I want Qinyin!" Dad waved his hands again and again: "Daddy doesn't want Qinyin, daddy doesn't want Qinyin. Dad alone can't cope with your mother, how dare you want Qinyin?" The mother scolded and said: "Look at this father, he also said such obscene things to the little Digaer (little child)." Dad came down seriously and asked, "Sister, do you think anyone has a piano silver?"

"Pot pot." "Oh, that's the reason, that's the reason. I said you are a little dick, how do you know what is Qinyin and not Qinyin? It turns out that there is Qinyin in the pot? Is it that the pot is wrapping sugar?" "Small! Wrapped with sugar!" "Hehehehe, let me tell you, a big fart, why do you want a piano silver? It turned out to be the head of Guoguo. Let's go, let's see how Guoguo wraps sugar. We also learn, and we also learn Come pack." Dad and sister came to my brother's room and saw that my brother was preparing gifts for Valentine's Day. Grandpa was helping at the side. There were candies and small cards on the bed, and there were many small paper bags with flowers, all spread out on the bed. There are more than a dozen.

When the elder brother saw his sister coming, he immediately started to "strengthen the wall and clear the wilderness", just like the people of Gaojiazhuang when they saw a devil entering the village, and shouted: "I don't want her to come in!" Grandpa said: "Sister, come in and have a look, what are you afraid of?" "She's going to fuck!" "No, sister won't mess around. Sister, you won't mess with brother's things, right?" "Won't!" "Did you hear that? She said no." Brother doesn't believe sister's promise: "She'll still fuck."

Dad promised: "No, Dad is here to watch and make sure my sister won't mess with your things." The elder brother was half-hearted, and while vigilantly monitoring the younger sister, he continued to pack gifts into the flower bags. He was very strict and serious, and every kind of sugar should be distributed equally, and the same amount should be put in each flower bag.When I was packing it, I suddenly felt that there was too much or too little in a certain bag, so I poured it out with a bang and counted it again. Sometimes I even poured out all the bags that had been packed and counted it again.

Grandpa persuaded: "You don't need to count so carefully, it's roughly enough." But my brother must treat every "qin silver" with a bowl of water: "no way." "Okay, then count slowly, I'm afraid you will have to count from this year to next year." The elder brother still counted carefully, loaded it seriously, and started to write cards after they were all packed.My brother's "qin silver" is a big catch, and every student in the class is his "qin silver", so is the teacher, and so is the principal.He can write some names, and he can’t write some names, but he knows how to read them, so he reads them out, and asks his grandpa to help him spell them out letter by letter, and he writes them letter by letter on the card.

The younger sister felt itchy and couldn't bear it, and kept shouting: "I want it too! I want it too!" Dad said: "Okay, let's go to buy Tangtang, bags, cards, and flowers for bags, okay?" "it is good!" The elder brother said disdainfully: "Who did she give it to?" The younger sister showed a very confused expression and couldn't answer. Even my dad can't answer. This is really a big problem. After we moved to this community, we found that there were no children around the same age as my sister. This is a relatively "mature" community. On weekends, I go to shopping malls or playgrounds, and sometimes I go back to my original community to play with the children there, but there are no playmates near where I live.

The younger sister probably found that she didn't have a little "qin silver", and the gift could not be given out. She was so depressed that she lay on her father's shoulder and said nothing. My mother had a lot of ideas, and said comfortingly: "It doesn't matter, our sister has a lot of money, we can give it to my father, to my mother, to my grandparents, to my grandparents, and to those in the office that my mother can take to work. Uncles and aunts, all the children in their family are our sister's piano silver!" Dad said: "That's right, we have gifts and are afraid that we won't be able to give them away? Cut, we can go back to the place where we lived before and give the gifts to Xiao Qinyin there. Let's go, let's buy candy and bags!"

My sister reminded me: "Card!" "Yes, buy a card!" The elder brother said disdainfully again: "She can't write." The younger sister argues, "I will!" "You just draw circles." "I write notes (words)!" "You can't even write 'words'." "can speak!" My mother said: "Brother, don't always despise our sister Sa, who knows how to learn. You didn't know anything when you were young, but you learned it slowly, right?" My brother was a little unconvinced: "I would when I was young."

"Where would it be? You couldn't even say 'childhood' back then, you always said 'little snub-nosed monkey'..." The elder brother probably thought of his childhood, a little embarrassed, but also a little nostalgic: "Mom, what else did I say when I was young?" "When you were young? You talked a lot. You couldn't say 'myself', but always said 'Jie Ji'." My brother said "myself" easily, with a confused expression on his face, as if to say, "Why was I so stupid when I was a child? Can't even say "myself" so easily?" My brother asked, "What else?" "Also? When you were young, you didn't say 'is it?', you always said 'is it'." "anything else?" "You also said 'what to do' as 'general management'." "anything else?" "What else? When you were a child, you didn't say 'dyspepsia', but 'digestion'." Both siblings shouted: "Xiaobuy! Xiaobai!" Recalling some fun stories from my childhood, my mother said to my brother: "You have grown up now and learned a lot of things, but my sister is still young, and there are still many things that I don't know how to throw away. When my sister buys things back, You come and teach her how to pretend and write cards, okay?" The elder brother is quite fond of this job, but he is a little shy: "I don't know how many people are in her class." "She's not on duty, so let's ask her to prepare eight bags. If you want to send them out, don't leave eight." "I don't know the names of those people." "It's okay, I know, I'll tell you when the time comes, just because I'm afraid you can't write." "I can write. If you spell it, I can write." This is not bragging, my brother can write 26 English letters, no matter how long the words are, as long as you read the letters one by one, he can write them down.He can also dictate some simple spellings, such as sheep, and he knows that "wash" is "sh", "clothes" is "ee", and "pat" is "p". My brother's current ambition is to participate in the spelling bee (spelling bee). At home, he often asks everyone to come up with a word for him to spell: "Grandpa, you say a word and I spell it." Grandpa just said one word: "Okay, let me say allan, you spell it out." The elder brother read a few letters of Allan aloud: "a——double l——a—n." "Spell it right! Come on, spell it again, emmey." "e——double m——e——y." The grandpa and grandson often fight in series and never get tired of it. Now that my brother promised to help my sister prepare a gift bag for the "Qin and Silver Festival", my father took my sister to buy a gift, and when I bought it, I opened the battlefield on the floor of my brother's room, placed it on the floor, and started packing. Like a little grown-up, my elder brother solemnly picked up a paper bag, opened it, stretched out a hand, and stretched the bottom so that the paper bag could stand on the ground.But he was embarrassed to explain while demonstrating, so he just opened a paper bag in silence, put it away, and waited for his sister to follow up.But the younger sister is most in awe of her brother, and only looks at him with wide eyes in admiration, not daring to "fuck". The elder brother waited for a while, and seeing that the younger sister didn't do anything, he complained to his father: "She doesn't learn!" "She's a little afraid of you. You didn't tell her to learn it, so she didn't dare to learn it. You teach her to do it while you're doing it." The elder brother picked up a paper bag in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "That's how it is opened." Dad said: "Sister, brother is teaching you how to open the bag, try it too." Then the younger sister picked up a paper bag, opened it like her brother did, and reached in with a hand to open the bottom of the bag. Probably the younger sister did not do so well, the elder brother immediately called out: "Look, look, I said she would mess around, right?" The younger sister was so startled that she didn't dare to move her hands. She looked at her brother with wide eyes, not knowing what she did wrong. "Brother, don't yell at my sister, she is really afraid of you, you have to teach her patiently. Well, this way—" Dad said in a tone so gentle that it made the skin crawl, "Sister, brother Teach you, first open the bag, put your hand in, and gently open the bottom of the bag." My brother is a very shy person, so naturally he can't be as coquettish as his father, but he didn't yell at him anymore, he just opened the paper bag silently, moving slowly so that his sister could follow.Sometimes the younger sister couldn't keep up, so the elder brother took the bag from the younger sister's hand and helped her open it.The paper bags are all stretched open, standing in a row on the ground, and now they start filling them with sugar.The older brother was afraid that his younger sister would pack indiscriminately, so he simply controlled the supply of goods and delivered the goods by himself. After picking out the candy, he handed it to his younger sister, and pointed to a paper bag and said, "Put it here." The younger sister is like a recruit, timidly and cautiously following the command of the officer. Wherever the elder brother says, the younger sister will be released. Dad felt sorry for my sister, but my sister was very happy, because it was such a blessing to be able to prepare flower bags for the "Qin and Silver Festival" with my great brother! After the sugar was packed, my brother began to write cards.He can write the names of several people in the family, and he will write them soon.He didn't know the names of the children in his mother's unit, so his mother spelled them out letter by letter, and his brother wrote them down letter by letter. The younger sister looked at the brother of the great writer and calligrapher with incomparable admiration, not daring to interfere. The elder brother was obsessed with calligraphy, but he didn't neglect the younger sister. After writing a card, he handed it to the younger sister, pointed to a bag and said, "Put this in here." The younger sister took the card respectfully and put it in the bag pointed by the older brother.Put it in, and looked at my brother eagerly, wanting to ask for a reward. My mother said: "Brother, if my sister put it right, you should praise her and say, 'Well, you put it right, you put it well'." My elder brother was shy, so he refused to say anything, and pushed it to his mother: "You say it." "Okay, I said: sister, brother said you put it well." Although the imperial edict was conveyed by my mother, it is an imperial edict after all. The younger sister was very happy and proud. She patted the chubby hand and said, "Here again!" After the cards were written and packed, and the flowers and bags were wrapped, the younger sisters mentioned the room where they lived with their parents one by one, piled them on the bedside table, and said contentedly: "Sister Qinyin." In the evening, the caring grandma specially came to remind my parents: "On Valentine's Day, my brother takes presents to school, and he will bring back a lot of presents from school. Where can our sister get those presents in return? If I ask my brother to share some with her , wouldn’t that kill my brother again?” Mom said: "Really, thank you for reminding me, otherwise I really forgot about it." Dad suggested: "Then let's prepare some gift bags ourselves, and then we will say that they are from my sister's Xiaoqin money." Grandma said: "It can't all be made the same." "Well, it has to be all kinds of things." The next day, my parents met at lunch time, bought some candy cards and flower paper bags, made some gift bags, wrote my sister's name on the cards, wrapped them and hid them in the work unit. On Valentine's Day, my brother brought back a lot of gift bags from school, all kinds of gifts, and my parents secretly thanked me for their preparations, otherwise our sister would have been left out in the cold. Both brothers and sisters got a lot of gifts in return, spread them out on their respective beds, and slowly admired them. My brother shouted: "Grandpa, come and see my Valentine's Day gift!" The younger sister also shouted: "Grandpa, look at me Qinyin!" Grandpa said happily: "Hehe, Grandpa is only one person to spread, so you can only watch one by one, you can't split Grandpa in half." My elder brother knew the allusion of grandma "digging tires". When he called grandma, he said on purpose: "Grandma, come and see my gift of 'digging tires'!" Grandma Tai didn't understand: "What kind of tires are you digging?" "You said it yourself, Sarah." "What did I say myself?" "You said digging tires." "Did I say digging tires?" Huang Mi asked Dad: "Dad, didn't you say that she said the tire digger?" "I said it, but grandma doesn't remember." Dad reminded grandma, "It's Valentine's Day, and it reads like 'digging tires' in English." Grandma suddenly realized: "Oh, it's English? Why do I have to dig out the tires, maybe they grow out of the soil?" The younger sister is also shouting: "Grandma, watch me dig out the tire!" Grandma Tai was taken aback: "A little girl, how can you say ugly words?" My mother explained: "It's not ugly words, it's tire digging, she can't say it." Grandma Tai breathed a sigh of relief: "Son, don't scare me!" Gods who don't eat What is a fairy? Immortals are those who do not eat the fireworks of the world - gods. Grandma Tai often said, "People are iron, and food is steel. If you don't eat a meal, you feel flustered." When she sees someone who eats less, she likes to say to that person: "Oh, you don't eat, are you a fairy?" Grandma Tai is not a fairy, but a mortal. Although Grandma Tai is the oldest in the family, she does not have the smallest appetite in the family. She can eat two bowls of rice every meal, and the amount of food she eats is second. The most important thing is to eat.Grandma Tai said that she was all supported by food, and when she couldn't eat any more, she was going to die. Grandpa and dad are not gods either, they also have two bowls of rice per meal.But the concepts of bowls and bowls are different. Grandma's bowl is only as big as a fist, while the bowls of grandpa and dad are two fists.These two people also love to eat meat, the real "no meat is not happy", especially love to eat large pieces of meat, the best with a little fat, such as braised pork, steamed pork, braised pork, etc., eat a piece is a piece, Cool! The "fairy" in our family started from grandma, who was a "passive fairy". She used to eat two bowls of rice every meal, but since she found out that her blood sugar was a little high, she paid special attention to eating less carbohydrates and looked at it when buying food. Look at the ingredient description on the package, especially how many carbohydrates it contains, and don't eat or eat less if it contains too much. But how can our Chinese diet be free from carbohydrates?Dry rice and porridge are carbohydrates, steamed buns are also carbohydrates, potatoes and taro are carbohydrates, and even fruits contain a lot of carbohydrates. Therefore, grandma should eat as little as possible, eat less noodles, eat less steamed buns, eat less potatoes and taro, and eat less fruit.As for beverages, chocolates, cakes, and desserts, it’s even more important not to drink them.In the end, the only thing grandma can eat freely is vegetables, so when grandma eats, although she also holds a fist-sized bowl, there is usually only one bite of rice in the bowl, or even no rice, all vegetables. Grandma Tai always said to grandma: "The blood sugar is high, you just stop eating sugar, why don't you even eat rice?" Grandma explained: "Carbohydrates are sugar, not only candy is sugar." "Then you can do it just by eating vegetables? Don't eat vegetables all over your face!" Grandma's face is not so green, but psychologically it is a bit green. Seeing grandpa eating meat and drinking heavily, and sometimes smoking a little cigarette, but his blood sugar is lower than hers, she is very envious and jealous: "Huh, the benefits It's all taken up by you, you eat like this, your blood sugar is not high, you are not fat, and when you go outside, people will think that I am abusing you." Grandpa said modestly: "My absorption function is not as good as yours. No matter how much I eat, I can't save it. It's all lost." "But you are full of food! I also hope that I will lose it after eating like you." My mother is another "fairy" in the family, and she is an "active fairy".My mother loves beauty, and believes that "thinness is king", and somehow she learned the slogan "Either thin or die!", so scared that her family dared not stop her from going on a diet. Although my mother gave birth to two children, she still required herself to maintain her girlish figure, so she ate very little.Her lunch box is a round glass lunch box, half the diameter of Dad's lunch box, and a little shorter.Dad pours out a box of meals, which can fill three or four boxes like my mother's. Mom and dad often prepare lunch boxes with the help of grandma. After dinner, mom and dad play with the two children, and grandpa washes the dishes. Ready for tomorrow's lunch. Grandma always said while pretending: "Oh, when people who don't know the situation see me pretending like this, they think I am partial and defrauded my wife." My mother sighed: "Why didn't I meet an evil mother-in-law? If my mother-in-law forced me to do things every day and didn't give me food, wouldn't I be skinny and beautiful?" The grandma always said that grandma and mother didn't set a good example for the children to eat, so the two children refused to eat. Brother Huangmi and sister Ai Yan are neither "active gods" nor "passive gods", because they neither have high blood sugar problems nor are they at the age of dieting for beauty, but they both eat very well few. Grandma always worried when she saw the two little gods eating like a dragonfly, "You don't even eat, are you gods?" Sister Ai Yan speaks a bit awkwardly, always referring to "immortals" as "xianxian".When Grandma Tai asked, she answered affirmatively, "I am Xian Xian." Grandma "satisfied" her: "Okay, if you don't eat and become a god, I'm afraid that you don't have the skills of a god, and you will starve yourself to death." The younger sister happily asked: "I want to sleep (starve to death)!" Grandma didn't dare to say more, for fear that this outspoken little man would say more unlucky words. The eating problem of these two little gods has always been a heart disease for several adults in our family. Brother Huangmi seemed to be okay when he was breastfeeding. Although he didn't eat too much each meal, he ate a lot of meals, day and night, and his stomach was always full. At that time, Grandma always said that what Huangmi ate was "cat food", probably that's how cats open water seats. Grandma praised and said: "Baby knows how to keep healthy since he was a child. Eat less and eat more, which is the most beneficial to health." After weaning, Huangmi's appetite became worrying. At the beginning, he refused to eat the bottle, and pushed it out as soon as he put it in his mouth.If you fight him and don't let him push it out, he throws up and has to stop taking the bottle and just eat porridge or something. But he also ate very little porridge, and he didn't want to eat it, and even if he didn't want to eat it, he would vomit if he was forced to eat. Mom and Dad read some parenting scriptures from the Internet, and they followed suit. When Huang Mi was less than two years old, he was trained to eat by himself.He is very obedient, he eats by himself when told to eat, but he eats so much that it is everywhere, but very little actually gets into his mouth. The great-grandmother was afraid that her great-grandson would be hungry, so she always offered to feed him, but his parents disagreed: "Let him eat by himself, he won't be hungry. If he doesn't get full from this meal, he will know how to eat next meal." return." Grandma Tai retorted: "It's not that he doesn't want to be full, but he can't get it in his mouth, so you won't help him?" "If he doesn't eat by himself and the adults feed him, then he will never learn to eat by himself." "That's a coincidence! I fed you all when you were young, and I never saw that you would never eat by yourself?" The parents were overwhelmed, but they still believed in the expert opinion and insisted on letting the yellow rice eat by themselves: "American children eat by themselves since childhood, if they don't learn to eat by themselves now, what will happen when they go to kindergarten? American teachers don’t know how to feed their children!” The grandma said angrily: "I think you guys are really bookish. You only know how to read books and mess around. Foreigners eat bread and sausages, and children can eat them with their hands. Of course they don't need to be fed. But What your child eats is not bread and sausage, and you don’t feed it. He can get it in his mouth? I think those foreigners can’t hold their chopsticks even if they are parents. You can learn a lot from them. ?” "Yellow rice is not suitable for chopsticks..." "It's not that eating with chopsticks is more difficult than eating bread with your hands!" Grandparents don’t want to interfere with the parenting policies of parents, so they generally don’t interrupt, and only help solve difficulties practically, and try to make as much food as possible for Huangmi. We also allow him to eat any food, even if He wants to grab rice to eat, and we don't interfere. But grandma can't understand children eating with their hands: "I don't use chopsticks, chopsticks, or spoons. I eat with my hands. Are you a savage?" My mother defended: "The Indians eat with their hands." Dad also said: "Isn't there still pilaf in Xinjiang? It's all eaten by grabbing." "Okay, I see you are used to it. When he goes to someone's house as a guest, I see what you will do. Are you afraid that people will say that your children are not well-bred?" Mom and Dad were also worried about this, so they could only say stiffly: "Then we will only go to the house of the bread-eating guest." Fortunately, Huang Mi is a dustpan in the corner of the door. He can only carry people on his back. When he comes to other people's homes, he is very timid. When he sees that others don't use his hands to eat, he doesn't dare to grab it. He only dares to eat slowly with a spoon. .Sometimes when he eats finger foods, he doesn't dare to grab them. He only dares to grab them after his parents tell him "you can grab and eat them". Now Brother Huangmi is very good at using a spoon and fork: use a spoon to eat rice, and you can eat the bowl clean without leaving a single grain of rice; use a fork to eat noodles, insert the fork vertically into the plate, and then Turn and turn, wait until a large circle of noodles is wrapped around the fork, and then feed it into your mouth. Grandma said privately to my parents, "Maybe there is no need to train him to eat by himself so early. After reaching a certain age, he will naturally eat by himself. It makes no difference whether he is trained or not. Why torture him so early?" Mom and Dad also think this is the truth. It seems that you can’t trust the experts’ words, otherwise, how can there be the saying “You are the expert, and your whole family is the expert”? But brother Huangmi’s appetite is not big so far. He rarely eats all the kindergarten lunches, and we all think he doesn’t eat much when he eats breakfast and dinner at home. Grandma Tai always said: "It's not all your fault! He hasn't had enough to eat since he was a child, and his stomach is so hungry that he can't eat more now!" Several "book-oriented" parents were still a little panicked, wondering if Huangmi's stomach was really too hungry.But seeing that he is still in good spirits, his intelligence seems to be unaffected, and he seldom gets sick, so I comforted myself and said: Maybe he has a strong absorption ability. Eat so much. Sister Ai Yan had a lot of food when she was a child, she was insatiable, she often sucked milk to the point of overflowing, and she also grew fat, so she was called a "little meat lump".Also since weaning, she has been on a diet. The younger sister is not disgusted with the feeding bottle, she carried a feeding bottle very early, walked a few steps, and took a sip. Grandma said she was like Lu Zhishen. But she may have drank too much milk, and her meals will not taste good. She always pats her belly and says, "I'm full, I'm full, I'm not seven." My parents have learned from my brother's lesson, and they are no longer so strict that they are not allowed to feed, but they are not allowed to "run and eat", that is, they are not allowed to run around and the adults are chasing after feeding.When eating, you have to sit at the dining table and eat, both adults and children. You don’t watch TV or play games during meals, and just focus on eating. But my younger sister doesn't seem to be interested in eating, she is like everyone else, she sits at the dining table when it's time to eat, but she really cares about others more than herself, she is always there to point out, give this dish, give that dish , Get it everywhere, but the food in your own bowl is always not missing. What she likes to eat, she will grab it and feed it to her mouth, but there are too few things she likes to eat, so she mainly depends on her parents to feed her.While caring about others, she ate absent-mindedly. Sometimes she held a mouthful of rice in her mouth without chewing for a long time, and she had to be reminded by her parents three times before remembering to chew a few times.After eating a few mouthfuls, I shouted "I'm full, I'm full, I'm not seven!" If you ask her: "Why not seven?" She pointed to her throat: "Qihu throat (eating to the throat)!" This is what my grandma said. She learned it after hearing it a few times. Grandma Tai was angry and funny: "You only took a few mouthfuls, and it's all over your throat? You're lying!" The younger sister was neither afraid nor angry, and continued the next sentence automatically: "hit j (mouth)!" Grandpa and grandma want to break their heads and worry about eating more food for the two "little gods". eat more.But these two "little gods" didn't appreciate it at all, and still ate very little. What confuses grandparents the most is that these two little gods eat junk food, but they are gluttonous.Like McDonald's, KFC, Burger King, Wendy's fast food, etc., and pizza, they all love to eat.The elder brother can eat a children's meal at McDonald's in one meal; the younger sister is not that good, but she can also eat a children's meal in sevens and eighties. I heard that these fast foods are neither nutritious nor harmful to the body, so I dare not let them eat more, and eat at most once a week, and this time, it is the big meal that the two little fairies have been yearning for all week, and they have been looking forward to it since Monday. On weekends, the whole family accompanied the two little fairies to a fast food restaurant for a big meal. Grandma didn’t like to eat hamburgers and the like, she only ate some French fries. : "What's so delicious about this? It's like wood, it's hard to bite, and it's sour. Why do you two like it so much?" The two little fairies couldn't answer the questions, not even the "bookish" parents, not to mention the grandparents. Grandma is determined not to eat things like hamburgers and fries, at most she can order a salad. Grandpa got used to it after eating it a few times: "It's quite delicious, no wonder they like it." Mom only eats chicken nuggets, no chips, no drinks, only unsweetened tea, or water. The two little fairies have no taboos, eat anything, eat with relish, and sometimes get a small toy after eating, so happy! It seems that these two people are just Chinese gods, foreign fireworks, they still eat very vigorously.