Married to a Disabled Man in the 70s

chapter14

Song Qinghan smiled and rubbed her head. Holding a cane in his hand, he took out a cigarette from the cabinet of the room with one foot, "Take it back to Dad later."

"Wow!" Su Jiaojiao's big eyes marveled. The cigarette in his hand was a good thing in this era. Especially because the cigarette's brand was white cat. Few people in the village were willing to buy it. They were usually used to entertain guests. One box was two cents. Ten packs cost two yuan.

"Why are you so generous!" Su Jiaojiao took the cigarettes in both hands and looked at it repeatedly, with a broad smile in her face, "He would be happy after we give this cigarettes to him. He will definitely be."

Su Zhengyang was usually willing to take the cheapest harvest and earn some money. Bonus are more expensive. The villagers are like this.

Song Qinghan was also infected by her smile. He unconsciously had some smiles on his face and nodded, "It's all yours anyway. Come on, I won't smoke."

"Eh? Do you want to quit smoking?" Su Jiaojiao was surprised and looked at him doubtfully: "Is it uncomfortable?"

Otherwise, how could it be easy to quit smoking?

Song Qinghan shook his head and saw that she was close to him. He gave her a tap on the head and said, "Go and put what you brought back in the kitchen. Don't damage it."

"Hum -" Su Jiao covered her head and pouted unhappily, but she ran to deal with things happily.

She just liked the feeling of slowly tidying up after she had bought everything. It's so relieving!

Song Qinghan could not help chuckling when he saw her happy appearance. After laughing, he touched the corner of his mouth suspiciously, and was slightly stunned.

In fact, he himself was not particularly fond of smoking. He just smoke to deal with people.

But today, when Su Zhengyang came back from smoking, Su Jiao wrinkled with an unhappy face, and waited for him to finish. It was obvious that she did not like smoking.

It was very easy for him to quit smoking, so he left a little favor and just gave out a cigarette he bought before.

"Look, I bought a mirror! It's very clear!" Su Jiaojiao put the mirror in the room and planned to hook it on the wall.

Their room was located where the sun could shine. The mirror was just perfect in the room.

Song Qinghan looked at the simple but obviously beautiful and clear mirror and was surprised: "Where did you get it?"

"I bought it." Su Jiao said it casually.

They could be found in shops, but the price was expensive, and most people were reluctant.

With that, Su Xiaojiao looked at Song Qinghan in a guilty way, afraid that he would think she was spending money recklessly, but instead she saw him with a soft look: "Well, it's quite big. Place it beside the table. The hammer is at the bottom of the cabinet, and the nail is there."

"Good." Su Jiaojiao nodded to get the things.

In addition to the most important mirror, the rest was food. Su Jiaojiao first gave Song Qinghan a spoonful of wheat cream: "I heard it's very good to drink this. Try it."

There were only two cups at home, one for each person. Song Qinghan didn't say much when she saw that she had them.

She took a sip of them and boiled the water. She was warm and sweaty, but she still felt comfortable.

After both of them finished drinking, she washed the cup, and poured the pulp and juice into the cup from the can she bought. She emptied a jar and filled it with a jar of wheat milk essence. "This one is for my nephew, I'll go there first. If I eat dumplings, I'll bring it back to you directly."