"Sir Tang's." Yuan Qingling felt that the smell was really irritating to the eyes. Even though she went out to relieve her breath for a while, the smell in the room was still very unpleasant.
It took a full stick of incense, but Yuan Qingling used incense and fan to disperse the smell in the room. When Aunt Xi learned about the situation, she came over and boiled a pot of big leaf tea for Yu Wenhao.
A grain of styrax made him feel better.
Auntie Xi is taking three children tonight, in the wing room next door. There is so much noise that even the snacks are awakened. They come over one by one, shaking their heads. They have exactly the same little pajamas, the same little face, and six eyes.
It was exactly the same. Yu Wenhao felt dizzy after seeing it, and there were six black eyes in front of him.
"Go back to sleep!" He raised his hands and closed his eyes.
The snacks didn't leave, but climbed onto the bed. One pinched his hands, one beat his shoulders, and the other rubbed his temples. Their little fingers were soft and weak, but they felt comfortable and soft.
Yu Wenhao didn't expect them to be so considerate, and was stunned for a moment. He opened his eyes and looked at Yuan Qingling, looking very flattered.
I have been so busy that I haven't even had time to talk to my children recently. Even when I came back at night, I was so tired that I fell asleep without even asking about their situation.
"Daddy is sick," Baozi said in an old-fashioned way, rubbing his temples for him, "If you are sick, you should have a good rest, sleep, and drink soup."
"You can't drink soup when you're sick!" Tangyuan corrected, "Grandma said that the soup is greasy, so you have to drink it."
"What do you know? You need to drink soup. Doctor Cao said that when you are sick, drink soup to nourish yourself." Baozi glared at Tangyuan, not allowing him to refute his authority as the eldest brother.
Tangyuan had been bullied since she was a child, so naturally she didn't dare to say anything, so she just clung to Yu Wenhao and rubbed his fingers.
Nuomi thumped her shoulders, maybe she was tired, so she just lay on Yu Wenhao's back to sleep.
Yu Wenhao turned around, picked him up and held him in his arms. Nuomi opened her eyes, said something vaguely "tired", and closed her eyes again.
Baozi and glutinous rice balls also came over to compete for favor, each one asking for a hug from their father.
Yu Wenhao looked at the three little heads dangling in front of him. He raised his head to look at Yuan Qingling's downcast and gentle eyebrows, and he actually had the urge to cry.
Grandma Xi and Man'er took all the snacks down. Yu Wenhao wiped the corners of his eyes, fell asleep, pulled the quilt over his head, and said dullly: "It was very noisy."
Yuan Qingling knew that he was telling the truth, but she was actually very touched in her heart. She opened the quilt and lay down on him, reaching out from behind to hug him. "The child has grown up slowly and knows how to be considerate of others."
"Three little brats, what do you know?" He pressed Yuan Qingling's hand on his chest, and his heart beat like a drum, "But you are right, they are growing up gradually.
I have been busy for a while and I have to teach them well."
Yuan Qingling heard him describe companionship as education, and knew that he couldn't save the dignity to be intimate with his children. The fathers here were all the same, as if they wouldn't call them father if they didn't have a serious face, and it was not popular for them to be friends with their children.
No matter what, there must be only one person who is afraid of the third primary school, otherwise it will be difficult to educate.
"Lao Yuan," he turned around, his handsome eyebrows filled with happiness, and his dark eyes had a deep light, "Thank you for giving birth to three cute and sensible babies for me."