When Song Dabao came over, he was still holding a large bowl of dumplings: "Grandpa, my mother made the dumplings. You have never tasted this stuffing. Please try it."
Mr. Lin was very happy. The people here were very simple: "Okay, thank your parents for me. What should I ask grandpa to write?"
Song Dabao looked at Changbao over there, his face flushed: "Grandpa, eat the dumplings first, I'm not in a hurry."
Mr. Lin said to himself, I know you are not in a hurry. It is best if you can stay here for a long time before you are happy. The problem is that I want to send you away as soon as possible. My little granddaughter is too much to worry about.
Bao pulled behind him, but still felt uneasy: "Chang Bao, go and see Pengpeng."
Anyway, I'm not prepared to let these brats come over to peek at my granddaughter.
Chang Bao didn't even give Song Dabao a look, and went back to the house to find Pengpeng. He was still humming a tune, which made Song Dabao, a young boy, so disappointed.
Changshun frowned and relaxed, and looked at each other in understanding with his grandfather. The two of them narrowed their eyes and thought it was done.
Pengpeng's father watched the old man draw up his posture, write at least two pieces in a few strokes, let the child dry them, and rolled them up: "Take it back and let your parents take a look. If it's not suitable, grandpa is here."
Write to you."
Well, there is no reason for Song Dabao to linger here. Grandpa is too busy with things, which makes people a little anxious.
Holding the pair, he turned around and left. Changshun and Mr. Lin looked at each other again. Not to mention the tacit understanding between the two of them, which made Pengpeng feel a little dumbfounded and jealous.
Has something happened that he doesn't know about? Why does he feel like he can't keep up with the rhythm?
After Pengpeng's father washed his face, he came over to find fault. He felt unhappy: "Why am I looking at someone else's bowl of dumplings? You didn't coax him well. You lied to the child."
Mr. Lin glanced at his unlucky son and said, "Why don't I find someone to scare you?"
The child was so frightened that the father could not comfort him properly, but when he spoke it was sarcastic, which Pengpeng's father couldn't accept.
Is he his biological father? He really came to be his father. Be careful, he is impatient.
Being immersed in writing in Changshun is like not hearing about the lawsuit between the father and his wife. You think this kid is so careless.
Pengpeng's father was looking at Changshun's handwriting, and he had to say that the old man taught him seriously. The key is that his child learned well. He was even more jealous.
Mr. Lin glanced at his son's sour face: "Don't disgust me, put away your expression, you're not as good as Pengpeng."
Pengpeng's father: "In your mind, I didn't order it, right? Do you feel that I came to disturb you? Why do you look at me everywhere? Forget it yesterday, get up early in the morning, you said
No kind words, no good face. Do you know what kind of journey I took to come to see you?"
Mr. Lin picked his ears and said, "Stop talking, it's embarrassing. It depends on your potential." How can these two men be okay?
Tian Jiazhi happened to come over and said to the third uncle in the room: "Dad, brother, you have all packed up. Let's eat first. Brother and sister-in-law didn't eat well yesterday. After eating, I will take my brother and sister-in-law to have a good meal today."
They're wandering around here."
It's natural to call Tian Jiazhi "big brother". Pengpeng's father wanted to show off to Tian Jiazhi, but thinking about Tian Jiazhi's identity and his own father who was still under his control, he felt so embarrassed.
He can't come out anymore.
He came here on his own, and his father had a bad attitude towards him. It had nothing to do with the couple. Don't tell me, Pengpeng's father's thinking was really clear. Didn't he immediately calm down the expression on his face?
He said, "I'm bothering you two, it's rude of us to come here."
Tian Jiazhi: "Brother can come here, so he doesn't treat us as outsiders. If we are not outsiders, why should we be polite?"
Then he said to Chang Bao and Pengpeng who came out of the house: "Pengpeng called mom to eat."
Okay, Tian Jiazhi's greeting is so natural, it makes a reserved person like Pengpeng's dad relax a lot.
Let Tianye say that people like Pengpeng's parents are not reserved, they are called carrying. They are full of energy. It's great to just watch them quietly and perform. Why tell the truth? There is nothing wrong with celebrating the New Year.
It’s done. Of course, the couple can just talk about it in private.
Mr. Lin felt a little unhappy when he saw his son being calmed down by someone's words. This child was stepped on when he came up. Now that he's here, what's the use of holding it?
Otherwise, just hold on until the end. Oh, this will make people walk away in a rhythm.
Mr. Lin put down his pen, ignored his unfortunate son, and walked over to the table to eat.
The whole family was sitting around the table, and they were quite neat. Mr. Lin was not happy at all, and the corners of his mouth curled up when he saw this scene.
No wonder so many people pursue prosperity for their children and grandchildren. The people at this table do look comfortable.
Pengpeng seems to be the happiest person. His parents are with him, but he is still the little follower of his parents.
The sweet-tongued Changbao has always been the first bridge of communication between the family and outsiders: "Uncle, aunt, did you sleep well? Did you feel cold? Do you want me to take you to see the doctor first? Yesterday,
I see my uncle and aunt are freezing, but don’t catch a cold. It’s the Chinese New Year, and our family has delicious food. If you catch a cold, your appetite will deteriorate.”
Listen, no one else had a chance to speak. The little girl was just chirping and heating up the place.
Ms. Lin said to herself that her granddaughter looked just like her in every way. She didn't even think about it, and she didn't know who to follow. She was so sensible. She was much better than herself.
The little girl's enthusiasm was overturned by Pengpeng's mother's restraint: "I slept well and was warm. I thought I was definitely going to catch a cold. The soup and ginger soup I ate yesterday worked.
When I woke up this morning, I felt very light and there was nothing inappropriate about me. Thank you Chang Bao for thinking about your aunt so much. My aunt has become more beautiful looking at Chang Bao."
Classmate Changbao loved hearing this, and immediately hugged the aunt next to him warmly. Oops, this is really unbearable. Pengpeng’s mother couldn’t react, this niece
, it’s too unrestrained, but it’s really heart-warming.
Chang Bao: "Aunt, I like you the most. Aunt, you are the most beautiful. Aunt, how can I become prettier?"
Anyone else would have been confused by this question. I couldn't tell that they were being polite. How could they ask so persistently?
But if it was Pengpeng's mother, she really answered seriously, because the compliment just now was also serious: "I have changed from a child to a girl, I have had a vagina, my appearance is more prominent, my figure has also changed, my whole person"
Everything is different. From now on, she will be a big girl."
Pengpeng's mother has never had to please others since she was a child, so what she talks about is very practical.