Chapter 265 Social Garbage Dad Irritable Online 20
Chapter 265 Social Trash Dad Is Angry Online 20
Lu Youming went home with two cans of sky-high price milk powder, and immediately brewed two bowls of milk powder.
He took a big bowl to make milk powder.
Fuchen was still sleeping, not long after drinking the milk powder.
Lu Youming directly pushed Fuchen's belly to wake him up.
At Uncle's place, Fuchen would still wear a small bellyband and diapers.
When they came back, Lu Youming felt too hot, so he took off his shirt and helped Fu Chen take off his bellyband.
Half a month later, the floating dust is still very small, and the capillaries are still clearly visible, looking like a red monkey.
Fuchen was shaken awake, and he didn't cry. He just stared at Lu Youming with his eyes open, silently.
That kind of attitude is like that of a little kitten, quietly observing the world that it is not yet familiar with.
Lu Youming stuffed a bottle of milk in his hand and bumped the bowl against himself, "Cheers!"
Lift your head and drink.
Fuchen held the bottle and slowly put it into his mouth.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," the dusty sound of sucking water came from the room.
It tastes very delicious.
"It tastes good," Lu Youming said with a smile.
What answered him was Fuchen's non-stop slurping sound.
At night, Fuchen cried.
When Lu Youming was making milk powder for her, Fuchen bit the pacifier and took a sip, immediately spat it out and cried, "Ah——"
Lu Youming lowered his eyebrows and stared at Fuchen.
Oh.
You little bastard, do you still know how to be picky?
Lu Youming was not used to it, so he also made a bowl of milk powder and drank it. He sat in Fuchen and stared at her while she drank. The corners of his eyes revealed only one meaning: If you have the ability, you can make it yourself!
I'm not used to it.
Fuchen cried for a long time, and the uncle next door shouted in the room, "Breastfeed her!"
Turn a deaf ear to the clear path.
After a while, the uncle ran over angrily, cursing, "You can't even breastfeed, what use are you?"
Lu Youming didn't seem to hear. At this time, he had finished drinking the milk, hid the imported milk powder, and was lying on the bed leisurely reading a book.
The uncle was stunned for a moment when he saw the bottle at Fuchen's mouth. He immediately checked the diaper and whether there was prickly heat on his body.
No.
"Oh, the baby doesn't cry. Fuchen doesn't cry." The uncle hugged Fuchen and coaxed the child.
Fuchen stared straight at the cabinet, grinning and crying.
The uncle subconsciously looked at the cabinet and glanced at Lu Youming. He had no intention of opening the cabinet.
After coaxing him for a while, he still didn't stop.
After crying for half an hour, the tears were all gone. The uncle put the pacifier in, Fuchen held the bottle and sucked the milk, burping, and his face was full of tears.
Aggrieved Baba.
Lu Youming let out a soft "hum", didn't you drink it?
Early the next morning, Lu Youming went out to run some goods.
I left the baby and milk powder to the uncle and ran away.
For more than half a month, no one was seen during the day.
The uncle cursed a lot, but he took it every time.
Sometimes I have to go to the morning market early (5 o'clock) to buy groceries and knock on the door to pick up my child. I am very unhappy and point at Youming who is still sleeping in the house and shout, "You are so powerful! Come back and earn a dowry for me Fuchen."
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Lu Youming turned over and went back to sleep.
After running the materials, there was nothing to do as the road was clear. I stayed at home all day long.
He found other work too tiring, and he paid less for the work and paid more for the ink.
At the door of my house, I knocked a row of bricks and replaced them with brand new mahogany.
Except for three extra scratches, everything is perfect.
The villagers gathered around the red wooden door and talked, with envy in their eyes.
At night, the child was left to Xiaojie's mother as usual.
Sometimes, when there is no one at home, Xiaojie will be left in the care of Lu Youming early in the morning.
Lu Youming doesn't work, so he's just a free man. Occasionally he does some electrician work in the village, and gets paid 78 cents, or ten eggs.
Sometimes on Sundays, when Xiaojie's mother doesn't go to work and Xiaojie makes a fuss, Xiaojie's mother will hug Xiaojie and throw her over.
"Let your Fuchen help take care of you." Xiaojie's mother said with a smile.
It doesn't matter if the road is clear. Just do what you have to do.
Even if the child cries, he won't comfort him.
Xiaojie can crawl and roll on the bed. Fuchen still can't turn over.
Only after comparison did I know what Xiaojie's mother meant when she said "the dust is easy to carry away".
Xiaojie needs someone to hold him when he sleeps.
I cry when I let go.
I cry when I let go.
It just needs someone to hold it.
The child, who is seven or eight months old, weighs 20 to 30 pounds, and Xiaojie’s mother will find it difficult to hold her for a long time.
If no one hugs her, she will cry, do somersaults, and hit others with her arms flailing.
Lu Youming pushed him away from Fuchen to prevent Fuchen from being woken up and crying again.
He didn't yell at the child and let Xiaojie cry on his own.
Only the uncle next door would come over to comfort the children when he had nothing to do.
When Xiaojie gets tired of crying, he will consciously lie down next to Fuchen and sleep together.
Sometimes, when Xiaojie was carried over, he was obviously very sleepy and had to be held to sleep. He would cry as soon as he let go.
Xiaojie's mother ran over, threw her to Fuchen, turned around and ran away.
Fuchen slept soundly.
Xiaojie squealed twice, and when he saw a child of the same age, he also fell asleep.
Half an hour later, Xiaojie's mother came to pick up the child.
Xiaojie's mother kept praising Fuchen for being "easy" and "easy to carry around", and she was also happy to take Fuchen with her at night.
But Fuchen's convenience only lasted for the first two months when she couldn't turn over or hold things.
After two months of age, the "toy" rolling pin in Fuchen's hand started to work.
In the past two months, the crowd of chattering women at night has been divided into two groups. One group is Xiaojie's family, and the other is Zhang Guihua and Huzi's family.
Adults would avoid contact with Zhang Guihua's family, thinking that their family tradition was not upright.
But he will not restrain children.
Hu Zi would come over and play, and everyone let him play.
The tiger is bigger, fleshy, and strong. It is one and a half years old and can walk on its own.
Among the children in this group were two-year-olds, one-year-olds, and several months old.
The youngest is Fuchen, who is two months old.
But the strongest one is Hu Zi.
Huzi is very naughty in his work. When he sees a child's toy, he will immediately grab it. If he doesn't give it to him, he will hit him.
If you see something to eat, you will grab it and eat it.
If you don't give it, spit on it.
Fuchen stared at Huzi, holding the rolling pin in his hand.
Huzi's eyes were unconsciously attracted to the small rolling pin.
Fuchen sat in the crib and stared at Huzi.
Women were chatting at the door. Children were also surrounding them.
Huzi entered the room, stared at the "wooden stick", and slowly moved forward, suppressing a smile, his eyes full of light.
Huzi people are small, no taller than a wooden bed.
When the little hand passed through the gap between the railings to touch the wooden stick, one foot stepped on the fat hand and pressed on the railing.
Fuchen held the "rolling pin" with both hands and hit it directly.
"Ouch——" Hu Zi cried.
Fuchen struggled to pull the rolling pin, raised it, and hit it again.
The women who rushed in happened to see him, parted his feet pressed by Fuchen, and immediately took Hu Zi away.
"Ah——" Huzi clutched his hands and howled incessantly.
Xiaojie's mother picked up Fuchen and looked at the wooden stick in her hand.
Fuchen still held the wooden stick in his hands, his eyes were indifferent, and he chased Hu Zi as he left, without any expression on his face.
Xiaojie's mother didn't know how she felt.
Zhang Guihua came over and picked up Hu Zi, with a murderous look on her face.
"Mom, she hit me!" Huzi pointed at Fuchen.
Zhang Guihua's eyes immediately locked on Fuchen, with the intention of hitting him.
Xiaojie's mother hugged her child tightly, with a serious face and said sternly, "You'd better think carefully. If you fight Fuchen, will Lu Youming come and burn down your house?"
