Celebrating with a good meal is the best way to heighten the atmosphere after a break from repetition.
So the celebration methods between two couples who have not seen each other for a long time will be much more solemn and formal than these.
A good meal is simply not enough to express the deep feelings of lovesickness and joy.
It takes two, three or even more meals to express it before you can properly comfort the deep lovesickness and joy in your heart.
However, these meals between husband and wife are much different from regular meals.
Regular meals are meant to replenish physical energy, but eating these meals consumes physical energy.
It can easily make people sweat profusely and make them sweat all over.
Not only do you not feel full, but you also tend to feel hungry.
However, it can make people enjoy it endlessly.
Even though I was extremely tired, I still managed to finish eating it.
"Huchi~"
"Huchi~"
Han Cheng gasped for air. Although he was exhausted after eating, his whole mood was very happy.
Ate four meals in a row!
It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to eat like this!
People who have eaten well are generally less talkative and prone to sleepiness.
Just like Han Cheng.
Soon, Bai Xuemei, who had also eaten four full meals in a row, fell into a deep sleep...
There was no movement in the room, and the night became completely quiet.
If you listen carefully, you can hear some insects lying in the grass or at the base of the wall singing softly.
In the sky, stars shine, and the night is quiet and comfortable, just like Han Cheng's mood...
Han Cheng really had four meals in a row last night.
This can be seen from Han Cheng's youngest son, Xiao Huangdou, who was still hungry and crying after holding his rice bowl for a while.
Bai Xuemei held her little son and fed her here for a while. Seeing that the little guy still couldn't eat enough and kept crying, she could only carry the little guy out of the room and find other women in the tribe to borrow some food to feed him.
own children.
Han Cheng, who was woken up, looked at Bai Xuemei, who went out to find someone to borrow food while holding her little son who was crying because he was hungry and couldn't eat enough. He couldn't help showing some embarrassment on his face.
I ate so well last night that I accidentally snatched the food from my child.
Seeing the little guy crying and feeling aggrieved, Han Cheng couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.
You have to pay attention to this from now on...
After thinking about this in his mind for a while, Han Cheng, who felt his body was hollowed out, still couldn't resist the drowsiness, and soon fell into a deep sleep again...
Zhuang and Heiwa are also a pair of hard-working people.
The two already have six children.
The older one is two or three years older than Little Pea, and the smaller one is about the same size as Little Soybean in Bai Xuemei's arms.
She was a child there. After understanding what Bai Xuemei meant, she showed a clear smile, then very skillfully turned the head of the child in her arms, and removed the little soybean in Bai Xuemei's arms.
I picked it up.
One on the left and one on the right, each with a rice bowl, starts feeding.
Xiaohuangdou, who couldn't eat enough and was crying aggrievedly, felt that the food he was fed this time was finally not an empty bowl. He quickly started to eat seriously and stopped crying.
Bai Xuemei, who was standing on one side, couldn't help but smile when she saw such a scene.
But I didn't feel any embarrassment.
After all, when I was growing up, I also borrowed food from her with my child in my arms...
After returning to the main tribe, Han Cheng became extremely relaxed.
This kind of relaxation is something you can't experience when you are outside.
Maybe it’s because there are wizards, senior brothers, and many people I know well here, and this is the place where I have lived since I came here...
Han Cheng, who didn't wake up completely until the afternoon, lazily looked at the sunshine outside the window and thought to himself.
He didn't get up, just lying on the kang, looking outside through the window lattice, quietly feeling the tranquility of the afternoon.
The sound of children's laughter could be heard in the distance.
Also heard were the calls of the lambs and deer that were left behind at home.
Han Chengcheng lay here quietly, not thinking about anything in his mind, just staying quietly like this, especially comfortable.
After lying like this for a while, Han Cheng finally got up.
"dad!"
Not long after he walked out of the room, a little guy shouted loudly and rushed towards Han Cheng.
It was little Xing'er with two braids.
After getting along yesterday and before going to bed last night, little Xing'er no longer recognized his father.
Han Cheng responded with a smile on his face, then bent down and reached out to hug him.
Rubbing his face against the pink face of the little cotton-padded jacket who was giggling happily, Han Cheng asked with a smile: "Why don't you go in to find dad? What are you doing squatting here?"
"Mom said that dad was very tired and she wanted to let dad sleep more and not let us go in and make noises to dad..."
Little Myolie said in a sweet voice.
Hearing the little guy in his arms say this, Han Cheng couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.
For the thoughtfulness of the child-in-law, and for the well-behaved and sensible little daughter.
This is really my considerate little cotton-padded jacket!
"Then you just squat here and wait for dad?"
Han Cheng pointed to the dog chasing rabbits under the tree and asked his little daughter in his arms with a smile.
When he came out just now, little Xing'er was squatting there, holding a small stick in her hand and playing with dogs and rabbits.
After seeing himself, he ran over quickly.
"Well, what my brother made is really fun!"
Little Myolie nodded her head vigorously, then pointed at the dog and rabbit placed under the shade of the tree and said this to Han Cheng, and then she pushed down hard.
Han Cheng saw what his little daughter meant and let him go down.
"Dad, it's so fun for you to play!"
The little Xing'er who landed on the ground ran to the side where the dog was chasing the rabbit, picked up the small tree stick, raised her arms and said this.
The whole person was filled with anticipation and excitement.
Of course Han Cheng cannot let his little daughter down.
He came here and knelt down, took the small tree stick from Xiao Xing'er's hand, and started playing with the little dog to catch the rabbit.
The little dog chasing the rabbit immediately started to move.
When the little guy saw this, he giggled happily and showed a few little white teeth.
"Where is your brother?"
After playing with his little daughter here for a while, Han Cheng looked around and didn't see Little Pea, so he asked.
After hearing this, little Myolie stretched out her hand to scratch her little head, thought for a moment, and pointed in a direction.
"There."
The sound of little Xing'er's milky milk sounds sounded.
"What are you doing there?"
Han Cheng seemed more curious.
"Paint~"
Little Myolie continued with a sweet voice.
Han Cheng couldn't help being extremely surprised when he heard this.
This little guy usually kicks toads to death and kills monkeys. Why has he changed his temper and become so polite now?
"Let's go see your brother."
Han Cheng reached out and touched his little daughter's head and said this.
After hearing Han Cheng's words, little Myolie did not follow Han Cheng and leave immediately. Instead, she picked up the dog and rabbit on the ground and placed them on the stone slab at the door of the room.
Then he followed Han Cheng and stomped towards where Xiao Wandou was.
"Shh~"
When he was about to come to where Xiao Wandou was, Han Cheng raised his finger and put it to his mouth, shushing Xiao Xing'er like this.
"Go over slowly, don't make any noise, and see what your brother is doing. Don't disturb him."
Little Myolie nodded her head obediently, and the two braids on her head swayed accordingly.
Then the father and daughter came here quietly, one after the other.
Under a leafy almond tree, there is a piece of shade.
In the shade, there is a stone table.
Beside the stone table, there are six stone benches.
On one of the stone benches, there was a small man sitting.
The little man was lying on the stone table, with his back facing here, holding a pen in his hand, and seriously writing something on the paper.
Beside the child, there is a big black and white fur ball rolling.
Rolling around there and playing, it looks very nice.
The little person is very serious. Even if there is such a cute guy next to him, who is constantly acting cute and coquettish, he cannot divert his attention.
This sight made Han Cheng particularly strange.
When did this little guy change his temper?
Actually, I am not really playing, but I am seriously writing something here.
After being surprised, Han Cheng became even more curious about what the little guy was doing.
He carried little Xing'er and came slightly behind Xiao Wandou, and set his eyes on the paper in front of Xiao Wandou, wanting to see what Xiao Wandou was doing.
There are not words on the paper, but paintings.
Although it is not finished yet, some outlines can still be seen.
This is a panda.
Although the writing technique is immature, Han Cheng can still recognize it.
It was quiet here for a while. Han Cheng didn't disturb him and quietly retreated with little Xing'er.
Go aside, brush your teeth, wash your face, and find something to put on your stomach.
After a while, Han Cheng came over again with little Xing'er.
At this time, Xiao Wandou had already put aside the pen in his hand.
Looking at the paper in front of him, he looked a little distressed and kept scratching his head with his hands.
After a while, he stood up and came to the side of the panda, raised his little feet and kicked it several times.
This can be regarded as a disaster for Chiyu.
Han Cheng came over, reached out and took the painting in front of the little guy and looked at it.
I can recognize that the picture above is a panda, but the panda looks a bit too strange and abstract.
"Son, why do you remember to draw?"
Han Cheng asked Xiao Wandou with a smile.
"I, I want to draw my father. If I can't draw well, my mother said to draw other things first. The more I draw, the better I will be. Then I can draw my father well."
Xiao Wandou looked at Han Cheng and said.
"Why did you remember to draw me?"
Han Cheng looked at his son and asked with some strangeness in his heart.
In the past, I didn't find this little guy interested in painting, right?
"You are so long-lasting that I can't even remember what you look like, dad. I have learned to draw, and if I draw you, dad, my mother, sister, and I will look at it, so we won't forget what you look like."
"
Xiao Wandou looked at Han Cheng and said.
Hearing Xiao Wandou's childlike words, Han Cheng's heart couldn't help but tremble, and a feeling of guilt and sadness suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart and went straight to his forehead.
My nose was sore and tears flowed out uncontrollably.
Emotions, at this moment, were really out of control.
When Xiao Xing'er and Xiao Wandou saw Han Cheng like this, they immediately became confused.
They have never seen their father cry.
In their impression, their father is so wise and omnipotent.
He can make delicious food in various ways for himself and others, and he can make all kinds of weird and fun things for himself.
As long as you ask your father for the problems you encounter, you will be able to get a good solution.
Dad is so omnipotent!
Nothing is too difficult for him!
Now, the omnipotent father shed tears in front of his eyes.
This kind of thing really surprised Xiao Wandou and Xing'er and felt at a loss.
It turns out that the omnipotent father can also cry.
It turns out that his father, who is always laughing and playing with him, seems to be able to do nothing, can also shed tears...
"Dad, don't cry, don't cry..."
Xiao Wandou said anxiously, and reached out to wipe the tears on Han Cheng's face.
Myolie also imitated her brother's example and stretched out her chubby little hand to wipe Han Cheng's tears.
Seeing how sensible these two children were, Han Cheng felt even more guilty.
"Dad didn't cry, he was blinded by the sand."
Han Cheng, who was crying a little, forced a smile and said to his two little children.
"Daddy, just wipe your eyes and it'll be fine."
He said, rubbing his eyes with his hands, trying his best to hold back tears.
Now the game is over. The tall and powerful image as a father that I have always tried to maintain is about to collapse.
Han Cheng took the opportunity to wipe his tears in the name of rubbing his eyes, while thinking this in his heart.
It can be said that being a father carries a heavy burden.
It's all this brat's fault. He's just telling the truth. Why is he so sensational?
While trying his best to hold back tears, Han Cheng complained like this.
Thinking this in his heart, he stretched out his hands to hug the two little guys into his arms, and stood up holding one in his arms.
Rubbing his head on the two little guys' heads with full of affection, Han Cheng said to the two little guys: "Let's go, daddy will prepare something delicious for you!"
"What's delicious?"
Seeing that their father had returned to his previous appearance, and hearing that he was making delicious food, the attention of the two snackers was suddenly drawn away from the words "Dad is crying".
“A very, very delicious thing! I guarantee you’ll want to eat it again and you’ll never forget it again!”
