Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 10

"Daughter-in-law, stay away from Xixi." Dad and Xixi, like a little chicken, slid up Song Qiaoxi, who leaned to the door to probe his head, and put it in his mother's arms. "Chu Jin, uncle hit the door when he counted three. , If you can hear it, stay away, 1, 2..."

In her mother's arms, she stared nervously at her father, holding the doorknob and shaking it, turning her body and preparing to hit the door with her shoulder.

"Click", the door opened by itself.

Chu Jinchong pulled his head, his mouth was tightly closed and he said nothing. The little tip, who was not as big as a palm, blushed like a tomato, and even his earlobes were so red.

He was naked to the upper body, only wearing a pair of small pants, and his whole body was wet, with his hands clenched and fist hanging on both sides of his body and trembling slightly.

"What's the matter, kid, did something fall? It didn't hit you..."

Dad pulled him nervously, looked up and down, and checked carefully. He found nothing but old scars on his body, and he sighed with relief.

Song Qiaoxi earned it from her mother's arms.

Mother hurriedly found a bath towel to wipe Chu Jin's body, and asked him with concern.

Two steps forward, Song Qiaoxi fingered the door frame, tilted her head and saw from the open toilet door that on the tiled floor behind Chu Jin, there was a large red plastic basin with a large wooden washboard scattered beside it.

The dirty clothes she changed in the summer were thrown into this red plastic basin by her mother and washed easily at night.

There is a little swan washing machine at home, but my mother said that summer clothes are not worth washing in the washing machine. Only use the washing machine to wash the sheets and quilts. Daily clothes are still hand-washed.

He stood on his tiptoe and probed inside. The whole family's clothes were soaked in the big red plastic basin.

Seeing her mother lowered her head, her hand stopped.

With clothes soaking in the basin and scattered on the washboard, the expression on his mother's face was full of distress, and her eyes were a little red.

Resuming the action of wiping him, his mother's voice was a little nasal: "You kid, how old is it, can you carry the washboard? The board is placed so high, what if it hits the head? Do, at Auntie's house, you don't need to wash the clothes."

"Sorry......"

The boy's voice was astringent, and a few words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

"What apologize? It's not your fault. Don't apologize. Did you brush your teeth?"

Mom asked, put away the wet towel in her hand, and picked up the washboard on the floor and stood by the wall.

Song Qiaoxi saw Chu Jin glance at the door, and met her gaze. At the moment, it looked as though she was being burned. Her newly white face turned red after "brushing" it, and even her body was powdered.

His dark eyes moved away quickly, his thin arms hugged his chest, and he nodded shyly to his mother.

"Then go to bed with Xixi, there is nothing wrong with your children here."

Song Qiaoxi heard that she was called, and let go of her paws on the door frame.

"It's okay."

She murmured, relieved.

Dragging the wet slippers, "Cracking" went back to the bedroom and climbed onto the big bed.

Lie down on the summer mat, sniff the mixed scent of the bamboo mat and the floral water, and continue to flip through the unfolded "Mickey Mouse" magazine.