that JK is a boy

"Keep your voice down, Xiaoxue is resting."

"Ando Haru is dead (no need to refresh, it's really an asterisk)."

"Some people's hearts are so dirty. I'm not saying who they are, and I don't mean to target them."

……

The noise downstairs reached Qiuxue's ears, making him not only worried.

So he quietly walked to the corridor and hid in the corner to eavesdrop. From the quarrel downstairs, he understood what was going on.

"Are they all friends of Mom and Dad? Even Mr. Kato, no wonder the physical education class..."

Qiu Xue's slender hands pinched the hem of the skirt tightly.

Looking at the intensifying quarrel below, he decided to do something.

But I... Strictly speaking, I am just a child under the age of 16.

Can you step in and end the quarrel?

Or.

Are you qualified to intervene in this quarrel?

Yes, it is my custody after all.

Mother, what should I... um?

He suddenly thought of something.

So he quickly went back to his room and opened his closet. Inside were Aunt Liangzi and the skirts and clothes he bought yesterday.

He carefully recalled his childhood memories, quickly skipped the unbearable memories of being bullied, and finally found the white dress that his mother liked to wear most in the ocean of memory.

"White...skirt."

Qiu Xue searched in the closet and finally found a white dress with a similar style and style.

Take it off quickly, take off the school uniform and pleated skirt on your body, and put on this white dress that symbolizes pure white and purity.

Not narrow not wide, just right fit, perfect size.

Good son and aunt are gods and men!

After putting on the dress, Qiuxue always felt that something was missing when she came to the mirror.

Suddenly, he remembered the lipstick his uncle had given him, which had been wiped off when he was sorting out the review materials.

Find out the lipstick that his uncle gave him, it's the standard two-headed type.

One head is bright red and the other is cherry pink.

Qiu Xue hesitated for a moment, feeling that red was difficult to control, so she chose a lighter cherry pink.

According to what his uncle taught him, he applied it step by step, and then looked in the mirror, like a 17-year-old girl who is about to meet her boyfriend.

Suppressing her embarrassment, she went back to the closet, opened the shoe cabinet below, and found a pair of patent leather high-heeled shoes among the rows of slippers and cotton slippers.

"Aunt Liangzi, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Qiuxue bowed to the pair of high heels three times. Although Aunt Liangzi had given them to him, he was afraid to wear them because of the price and the over-feminine things she secretly inquired about afterwards.

But in order for them not to quarrel, he went all out today.

Their existence is proof that their parents were alive.

If parents are still...

You definitely don't want them to quarrel!

Lift up those high heels and swap out the blue bunny slippers on your feet.

The two smooth white and tender jade feet finally put on the dress (shoes) that suits them.

A little unstable, but luckily the high heels are not high, so he can control them.

Mother, I'm sorry.

……

living room.

"Xing Dexiu helped you die, even if you are Huaxia..."

"Ando Haru, do you really want to embarrass me?"

"You guys are enough, can you be quiet."

"Mother Xipi, do you dare to face my old lady squarely?"

"Arnold, we think it's better to sit down and discuss the document law..."

……

"Are you noisy enough?"

Amidst the noisy quarrels, a pure and cold voice was like a nuclear bomb falling into the lake, calming down the noise in the living room.

Everyone in the living room followed the prestige, and the picture that caught their eyes caused their brains to shut down immediately.

"You Shuiyan" stood on the stairs, looking down at them calmly.

The samurai sword in Ando Haru's hand fell off.

Utsumi Dahui rubbed his eyes absently.

Tears flowed from the corners of Kato Otoharu's eyes.

Concubine Gong Yui's pupils shrank sharply.

Xingde Shusuke murmured You Shuiyan.

Qiuxue held back the panic and shyness in her heart, and walked down the stairs step by step, every step knocked on the hearts of everyone.

"Since it's not noisy, it means you're hungry. What do you want to eat? I'll make some for you."

Qiu Xue, who came to the living room, changed her previous cold expression, smiled, and imitated her mother's tone, speaking to everyone in the living room in Chinese.

Everyone in the living room fell silent.

A former friend, You Shuiyan was smiling at them.

Chapter 47: Inferiority overflows and becomes quiet and gentle

"Why don't you talk, what do you want to eat?"

Qiu Xue lifted the hair around his ears and put them on his ears, adding a touch of charm to his young and pretty face.

Ando Haru decadently picked up the samurai sword on the ground, inserted it back into the scabbard, and lay on the table like a defeated and wandering samurai.

Neihai Dahui hesitated to speak, his expression was very painful.

Concubine Yui took back the bottle with the skull and crossbones label, she tried her best to hide her expression, but the reddish eye sockets silently betrayed her heart.

Kato Yinchun was already in tears, and was covering his mouth with his hands, weeping bitterly in a low voice.

Only Xingde Xiuzhu looked calmer, he got up slowly, and solemnly said to Qiu Xue;

"I'll bring you some stewed noodles...you...Xiaoxue, will you?"

Qiu Xue's blue pupils shrank slightly, of course he would, this was taught to him by his mother, and it was also the first dish he cooked when he learned to cook.

In addition to knife skills, other requirements for stewed noodles are not very high, so he not only knows how to do it, but can also do it like opening a shop.

It's not how good his knife skills are, but because his mother's financial situation has plummeted since his mother fell ill and was hospitalized.

In addition, in junior high school, because she looked like a girl too much, she was always squeezed out by small groups in the class and stole money, calling her a bitch or something.

If it weren't for the help of the noodle shop owner Shen Ye, who was willing to risk being sued and held accountable, in the name of "hiring" him as a noodle shop chef and tutoring his grandson Shen Yong with his homework, he would have problems eating.

Therefore, by working as a "little chef", his knife skills were tempered.

(In fact, it was Mr. Shen who helped, he couldn't hold Qiu Xue back, so he had to compromise and find another way, although Qiu Xue's cooking skills were indeed several grades higher than his)

So when he heard his uncle say "braised noodles", the memories of the past made his eyes sore.

But he won't cry.

Because his mother had told him:

Delicacy and gentleness are not unique to girls, and bravery and strength are not unique to boys.

Delicacy and gentleness can also belong to boys, and bravery and strength can also belong to girls.

Fundamentally, morality is gender-neutral.

It belongs to man.

If the body and appearance cannot be like that of a boy, then the heart must learn to be strong.

The body and appearance can't be like girls, so you have to learn to be gentle in your heart.

"I will, please wait a moment."

Qiu Xue bowed slightly.

Then he stood up and walked towards the kitchen in high heels, but after all, it was his first time wearing high heels, he was a little uncomfortable, and he was afraid of being discovered by the elders, so he could only slow down.

I'm an idiot, what are you doing in the kitchen in high heels?

He complained a little to himself, and counted his steps into the place that will always be loyal to him—the kitchen.

Hearing the sound of Qiu Xue cooking the noodles in the kitchen, the five people who had been arguing in the living room before were now terribly silent.

Kato Otonharu wiped away tears, cleaned up the tears on his cheeks, raised his head and glanced at the other four people.

Except for Xingtoku Xiusuke who had a calm face, the other three had as ugly faces as they wanted.

Yes.

Not only does Qiu Xue look like her mother, but she also inherited heart disease. It's hard not to think of the child's next fate.

More importantly, Qiu Xue actually let Qiu Xue see her shameful side.

Strictly speaking, the quarrel itself is a secondary injury to Qiu Xue.

Little @&say|skirt&-*⑦$*⑤{⑥#①$=③*③@⑦|②@⑥abbreviation, sprinkle salt on the wound.

But Qiu Xue didn't care about it. Instead, she came down dressed in similar clothes to his mother, and made it clear that they should stop quarreling.

It's not enough to finish the town, so I cook for them.

Save enough face for their elders.

This is no longer good.

It's so sensible that it breaks your heart.

"Let's stop here today." Shusuke Xingde closed his eyes, "It's too embarrassing."

Ando Haru silently put the samurai sword back into the piano case.

Utsumi Dahui took off his police uniform.

Concubine Yui took off the white coat she was wearing.

Kato Otoharu is overwhelmed with legal documents.

About half an hour.

Qiu Xue successively served four bowls of braised noodles that whetted the appetite for Xingde Shusuke and others, but when she returned to the kitchen to serve the last bowl, that is, the last bowl, her frail body sounded the overload alarm.

The familiar tingling came again.

A total of five bowls of noodles, plus cutting noodles and washing vegetables, and the recurrence of yesterday's situation.

Maybe my uncle is right, I should rest today and not mind my own business.

But...they're not arguing now.

Qiu Xue clutched her chest, her heart ached but also happy.