The members of Lao Wang's family, including the younger ones, are not good people.
"Little Huzi."
Xu Yaqing gently stroked her son's head.
"Get along well with sister Mianmian and brother Chu from Yucheng in the future. Brother Chu is well-informed and sister Mianmian is clever. You can learn a lot of useful knowledge from them."
Xu Yaqing thought for a while and hurriedly added.
"Sister Mianmian is so pretty. Even the birds like her. It shows that sister Mianmian is a little girl full of blessings. Little Huzi, do you like sister Mianmian?"
Wang Xiaohu didn't understand what the hell he meant. He nodded with a tiger-like head, grinning so much that his gums with missing front teeth were exposed. Suddenly, he looked even more silly.
"Yes, I like sister Mianmian very much."
"Since little Huzi likes sister Mianmian so much, then we should work hard. Maybe we, little Huzi, can marry sister Mianmian in the future."
"The child is only seven years old. Why are you telling your child this?"
Xu Yaqing rolled her eyes at her husband.
"We are already seven years old, not young anymore. In a dozen years, we will be able to hold a grandson. Let's focus on our daughter-in-law first, and then we can have a grandson to hold."
"..."
Wang Yongjin could not refute his wife's statement.
At the same time, the courtyard of Lao Yun's house was bustling.
Mei Cuiping and Mrs. Chu were sitting under the melon stand picking beans, Yun Aiguo was squatting in the shade chopping pigweeds, Yun Yongcheng, Lu Feng and Chen Ju went to clean up the community house next door for two hours, and now the three of them were returning to the yard.
After taking a short break, the six of them chatted in the yard of Lao Yun's house.
"Xiao Lu, how old are you this year? Have you married a wife?"
Mei Cuiping was picking beans and suddenly asked Lu Feng such a question. The unprepared Lu Feng was so frightened that he almost spit out tea.
"Ahem."
After Lu Feng was choked and coughed twice, he looked at Mei Cuiping with a blushing face.
"I'm twenty-eight this year, and I haven't... married a wife yet. Thank you for your concern, auntie."
As soon as she heard that Lu Feng had not married yet, Mei Cuiping stared at Lu Feng with her bright eyes. Lu Feng's back was creepy when she stared at him.
"Xiao Lu, there are a lot of unmarried girls in Xiushui Village. Would you like me to find one for you? Tell me, do you like thin, fat, tall, or petite?"
"Grandma, grandpa, grandma Rumeng, we are back."
Lu Feng was looking embarrassed, wondering how to refuse Mei Cuiping's kindness, when a sound of milk came into the yard, and then, two fairy-like dolls, one tall and one short, walked into the yard.
The mistress and Yun Mian walked into the courtyard and immediately attracted the attention of Mei Cuiping and Mrs. Chu.
Lu Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
"Grandma, Grandma Rumeng, Chu Grasshopper and I picked a lot of wild fruits in the mountains today."
Yun Mian happily walked to the stone table with her calves, and first handed the two red fruits in her hands to Mei Cuiping and Mrs. Chu.
"The fruit is very sweet. Grandma will eat it. Grandma Rumeng will eat it."
"Oh, this is mare's milk fruit."
Mrs. Chu took the mare's milk fruit from Yun Mian's little hand and said with a smile: "We Mianmian are so filial. We picked the fruit on the mountain and didn't forget to bring it back to our grandmas to taste."
After Mrs. Chu finished speaking, the mistress took a look at Yun Mian's little skirt.
The little blue skirt was stained with some red juice.
Fendudu obviously ate all the way back, and when he ate at the door of his house, there were just two pills left.
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