Rebirth in the 70s: A rough man’s husband pinches his waist and dotes on him

"In the dormitory." He said, and suddenly became wary again, "Why do you ask?"

"It's nothing." Lin Qingping said with an indifferent attitude, "I thought you wouldn't wear it, so I could give it to someone else."

"Who are you giving it to?" His tone suddenly became urgent, and he turned her over and looked into her eyes.

"It's none of your business."

"No!" He said firmly.

"Okay, if you don't give it to me, just knit it again!" Lin Qingping rubbed his hand down from her arm, "If you don't want to cook, go out. I have to cook, don't delay my son's meal."

Gu Juncheng stared at her back, hesitated to speak, and finally took the fish and went to use his sword skills. Zhiyuan wanted to eat the squirrel mandarin fish, so he couldn't cut it off.

From this moment on, Lin Qingping didn't hear Gu Juncheng speak. If he didn't say anything, she would definitely not say anything. There were only the sounds of chopping vegetables and the sizzling of hot pots cooking in the kitchen.

After a hearty meal, Gu Juncheng sat firmly at his previous seat at the dining table and began to eat, as if he would not leave no matter how hard you chase me away.

Lin Qingping gave him a "rogue" look and asked Zhiyuan to eat.

When Zhizhi saw his father and mother sitting down, he was still a little happy, "Dad and mother, I'll go get you some food."

Lin Qingping's cooking skills are really good. After all, he was a professional caterer in his previous life. After the meal, both Gu Juncheng and Zhiyuan enjoyed themselves.

Gu Juncheng ate most of the bowl of braised pork by himself, and half of the duck by himself. He also had soup and rice, and ate two large bowls.

Of course, I was very conscious after finishing the meal and had no time to clean up the dishes.

"Mom, I'm going to play in the yard." Zhiyuan felt that he was full.

Lin Qingping said "hmm", went upstairs to get wool, put a stool upside down, wrapped the wool around the four legs of the stool, and wanted to wind the thread into a ball.

When Gu Juncheng came out and saw this scene, his voice was tight, "Are you really knitting sweaters?"

Lin Qingping freed up a hand and knocked on the table, "Give me the money."

"What money?" Gu Juncheng asked in surprise, reaching into his pocket to take out the money, "How much does it cost?"

"Meal money! You ate enough for three people by yourself!" Of course it was an exaggeration.

Gu Juncheng was stunned and finally felt a little embarrassed. However, he withdrew the hand that took out the money.

"What? Want to eat Overlord's meal?" Lin Qingping glared at him.

"What is Overlord Dinner?" Gu Juncheng didn't understand the word.

"It's just free food!"

Gu Juncheng sat next to her and looked at her hand quickly wrapping the wool.

"Why are you pretending to be stupid? Give me money!" Lin Qingping glared at him.

He thought for a moment and said, "Do you really want money?"

"Ok!"

"Okay." He stood up, took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a large stack of ten yuan in cash, put it on the table next to her, and then put down a bankbook.

Lin Qingping took a look and said, "What do you mean?"

"All for you," he said.

"Don't!" Lin Qingping shouted coldly, "Stop doing this! Take it back!"

Gu Juncheng didn't take it away, he just stared at the ball of yarn that she was winding gradually bigger and bigger, "The color of your yarn is the same as the one you gave me?"

nonsense!

Lin Qingping didn't even bother to talk to him. Did he have anything to say?

"Knitted for men?" Gu Juncheng looked at her.

It turns out that the main thing I wanted to ask was this...

A big detour.

"What do you think?" Lin Qingping asked back, snorting coldly after asking, "You don't like this color, but some people like it anyway."

"Who says I don't like it?"

"Don't you like black?" Lin Qingping said in a long voice, "You wear that black one every day, you have to look like a baby."

In fact, since he came to the capital, I haven't seen him wear that black one back.

"Black?" He thought for a moment.

"Isn't it? I don't want to throw it away when I wear it out. I keep wearing it all the time." Lin Qingping has made it clear enough!

"It's old, but it can still be worn." He knew which black sweater she was talking about.

Lin Qingping nodded, "That makes sense."

Don’t dwell on this issue anymore.

Anyway, they are divorced!

In the afternoon, Lin Qingping sorted out two large bundles of wool, one bundle of gray and one bundle of dark blue, both colors suitable for men.

"You want to knit two pieces?" Gu Juncheng asked, staring at the wool dumplings.

"Ah."

"To the same person?" Gu Juncheng's voice became louder.

"Yeah." Lin Qingping put away all the knitted dumplings and was about to go to the store. He called Zhiyuan, "Zhiyuan, Zhiyuan, let's go out to eat tonight. Let's meet some uncles first."

"Okay!" Zhiyuan changed his clothes and came out, and saw his Uncle Gu sitting there, seeming a little angry.

"Are you guys arguing again?" Zhiyuan asked in a low voice.

Gu Juncheng looked at him, "Do you know who your mother knits sweaters for?"

"How do I know? I haven't been home for a month!" Zhiyuan then asked in surprise, "My mother is already knitting sweaters for people?"

Gu Juncheng's face turned even darker for a moment.

Lin Qingping packed up her things, changed her clothes and came down. She just called Zhiyuan, "Let's go, Zhiyuan."

Lin Qingping took him to the store and met He Qiancheng and several others.

He Qiancheng knew Zhiyuan. When he was in the army, Zhiyuan even rode on his neck. When he saw that the little Doudin had grown so big and looked so good, he was very excited. Looking at Lin Qingping's eyes, more Grateful.

We went to a restaurant for dinner in the evening. Zhong Xiaoxiao's daughter had been in the capital for so long that she finally had someone who was barely her age. She kept chasing Zhiyuan and calling her "brother, brother".

Lin Qingping still had one very important thing to discuss with He Qiancheng.

After arriving at the hotel, Lin Qingping made an excuse and called He Qiancheng to a place alone.

"Brother He, I'm sorry. Brother Wang Ping'an and I don't know how to communicate. This matter is quite important. Please tell him tonight. I made an appointment with the specialist in the otolaryngology department of Capital Hospital to take brother Wang Ping'an. Let’s see if it can be cured. The worst-case scenario is that if it can’t be cured, Capital Hospital can also equip the patient with a hearing aid. You can still hear with a hearing aid. The appointment is tomorrow, so please be sure to follow me tonight. Brother Wang, please communicate well," Lin Qingping warned.

He Qiancheng looked at her blankly, as if he had heard wrongly.

"Brother He?" Lin Qingping called him softly.

He Qiancheng's eyes turned red again, "Brothers and sisters..." his voice was choked with sobs.

"Brother He, there is no need to say thank you. If Brother Wang Ping'an can hear it, I will be happy too." Lin Qingping blocked what He Qiancheng was going to say next.

"No, sister-in-law..." He Qiancheng wiped away his tears, "Brother and sister-in-law, we brothers really... how can we thank you? This debt I owe you will never be repaid in my lifetime!"

"Brother He, if you say that, I'm at a loss what to do."