After sending away the Miller family of three, the Zhang Chi family tidied up and fed the leftovers directly to the dogs, such as semi-vegetarian ones, which the dogs didn't like very much. The Zhang Chi family also had a substitute player - a pig.
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In short, all the leftovers are not put into the refrigerator, but are directly transferred from the human population to the grain cycle of the animals in the home.
Back in the house, Zhang Chi washed his feet, went to bed and lay down.
Melika sat on the dressing table and began to do simple skin care. The cosmetics she used were also very particular and had no impact on the child, so Zhang Chi didn't care about it.
The husband and wife were doing their own things and chatting about each other.
"What do you think of Jennifer?" Melika asked.
Zhang Chi said: "As long as your sister doesn't treat my place as a trash can, I'll be lucky."
Zhang Chi thought his daughter-in-law was talking about her cousin Jennifer.
"It's not my sister, it's that Jennifer," Melika said.
Zhang Chi still didn't think of it and asked casually: "Who?"
"Miller's wife, this Jennifer" Merica said angrily, stretched out her foot and lightly kicked Zhang Chi's calf exposed outside the blanket.
"How is she doing?"
Zhang Chi didn't quite understand what the relationship between Miller's wife and him was. If his own daughter-in-law asked her how she was doing, wasn't she asking the exact same question?
"No, I just asked casually."
Melika didn't know why she asked. At this time, she felt that her question was a bit embarrassing.
"Come up, come up, it's time for daily prenatal care again." Seeing that Melika had almost finished packing, Zhang Chi lifted up the blanket and patted the free space next to him.
Melika smiled and lay down next to Zhang Chi.
Zhang Chi turned on the chatter mode and started chatting with the child in his wife's belly, and he didn't know whether he could hear it or not.
"In other words, a scholar was holding an umbrella and running all the way in the rain. The rain obscured his sight. He didn't know how long he ran. Suddenly he found a ruined temple not far ahead. He was overjoyed and ran closer to take a look.
I saw three big characters written on the front of the door: Lanruo Temple~!"
"Ouch!"
Zhang Chi covered the top of his forehead and looked at his wife who was glaring at him.
Melika said: "How about I ask my parents now to see if I should hit you? Don't think that I haven't seen Leslie Cheung's movie. Did you talk about Nie Xiaoqian coming out right away?"
Zhang Chi whispered: You little bitch really watched a lot of Chinese movies!
He talks to his children every day, and Zhang Chi is speechless even though he is chatty. He talks about everything from Calabash Baby to The Legend of the Condor Heroes. If he doesn’t tell the story of Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian, Zhang Chi will roll his eyes and foam at the foam.
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"What are you muttering about?" Melica didn't hear clearly.
Zhang Chi said: "I mean, I don't have any other stories to tell. You are really making things difficult for me for an hour every day."
Melika smiled and said, "I didn't ask you to do this."
"What does my sister know? Look at Xiaoxiao being raised by her. He is just an enlarged version of Maodou." Zhang Chi felt a little resentful.
"What's wrong with Xiaoxiao? Children should be tougher. When our daughter comes out, I hope her character will be stronger," said Melika.
Zhang Chi couldn't help but laugh after hearing this: "Other families teach their children to give in. How can you do this? I hope our daughter will be strong."
Merika directly retorted: "If our daughter is not stronger, how can their children give in? They have already given in, so someone must be the villain, right?"
Zhang Chi was a little confused.
After a while, he gave his wife a thumbs up: "Your perspective is so unique."
Seeing his wife looking at him, her eyes seemed a little unkind, so Zhang Chi said in a very stupid way: "I am on the same page!"
There was no way, the little girl was pregnant now, and her parents, grandparents, including her sister were all her supporters. As the old saying goes, a gentleman will not stand in danger, and a hero will not disobey his wife, so Zhang Chi decided to give in half a step.
Half a step, no more, Zhang Chi is also a dignified person.
Of course, sometimes dignity doesn't mean much to social bastards like Zhang Chi.
After chatting for a while, the couple turned off the lights and went to sleep.
Zhang Chi fell asleep in a daze until midnight, when he felt a cool breeze blowing into the bedroom.
When he opened his eyes, he found that there was nothing on his body. The blanket that was originally covering his belly now belonged to his wife.
Next to her, Melika not only wrapped her own blanket around herself, but also wrapped Zhang Chi's blanket around her legs.
It was windy outside, and the raindrops brought by the wind slanted across the awning, hitting the windows with a popping sound.
Zhang Chi turned on the wall lamp and found that the window of his room was half open, with little raindrops falling on the lower edge of the window.
The wind blew into the room through this half-open window, causing the temperature in the room to drop several degrees. I was unable to sleep properly after covering myself with a blanket.
Gently knocking on the window to block Liang Er outside the window, Zhang Chi quietly took it back to the bed.
I was getting ready to sleep when I suddenly heard something moving outside.
I originally thought it was my mother going to cover Xiaoxiao, but I found that there was something wrong with the sound.
The old man's sleep is shallow, and even with the help of gourds, it is impossible to completely improve it. If that were the case, wouldn't Zhang Chi's family be immortal?
If the old man can't sleep and it rains again, he must be worried about his children and grandchildren. They won't be able to enter the bedroom of Zhang Chi and his wife. Basic rules and family traditions still exist.
But like Xiaoxiao, there is no need to think too much, just open the door and go in.
There was something wrong with the sound now, and Zhang Chi couldn't sleep. He raised his head and listened for a while. Finally, Zhang Chi couldn't help it. He got out of bed, put on his slippers and walked out of the door quietly.
When I got to the corridor, I looked around and found nothing wrong, so I touched the door of Xiaoxiao's room.
Now Xiaoxiao lives in a single room. When he was at home, he insisted on sleeping with his parents. But when he got here, Xiaoxiao simply forgot about it. Every day, his room was large-scale, and it was better than him.
My mother-in-law is much more interesting.
Mo Zhi, Maodou, Shiren and Bai Lao, and sometimes Da Fei, as well as Da Fei's brothers and sisters, there is no place for his parents in this bed.
Xiaoxiao didn't complain about sleeping with his parents. Zhang Juan and Sun Yanping didn't know how successful they would be. They estimated that Xiaoxiao would have younger brothers and sisters soon after returning to China from here.
After pushing open the door of Xiaoxiao's room, Zhang Chi pressed the switch beside the door, and the lights in the room turned on slightly.
Zhang Chi originally thought that Xiao Xiao would be in the room, but he found that the bed was flat.
I turned on the light more brightly, and found that there was really no one on the bed. The bed was usually crowded, but now only Big Fat was left alone. Oh, it's not that one person is one cat, and one cat is alone.
"Big fat, big fat!"
I poked the big fat twice, and found that the big fat was still as stable as an old dog, motionless like a piece of fat meat with no temper. I could only see the meat shaking, but no eyes were open.
"There is a Buddha statue! I will shave your hair tomorrow, burn a few circles with incense, and send you back to the country to be the abbot."
There is nothing Zhang Chi can do about Dafa. A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water. This is Dafa's consistent principle.
Da Fei had no hope, so Zhang Chi left the house and went downstairs along the stairs.
As soon as I arrived downstairs, I saw the light in the kitchen was on. Through the glass door, I saw Xiaoxiao standing next to the stove. Next to him were Mo Zhi, Shiren, Bai Lao, and riding on Bai Lao's shoulder.
edamame on top.
Several things were scratching the stove, which made Zhang Chi very curious.
He came to the door of the kitchen and gently opened the glass door.
"What are you doing?"
Xiaoxiao was suddenly startled. No one else except Xiaoxiao was frightened. They guys have very sensitive hearing. How could they not hear Zhang Chi's footsteps?
"Uncle, you scared me." Xiaoxiao was a little annoyed.
"Everything here belongs to my uncle," Zhang Chi smiled.
Xiaoxiao stopped being angry in an instant. This was true to the old saying that nephews are more like uncles. Like Zhang Chi, his uncle, he was always able to adapt to the changing circumstances.
"I'm hungry and want to get something to eat," Xiaoxiao said.
Only then did Zhang Chi realize that Xiaoxiao was steaming buns, using an automatic steamer that could steam four layers, each layer about the same size as a fourteen-inch notebook.
The four-layered steamer was still very stuffed. It was obviously not something that Xiao Xiao could eat. He couldn't even finish one layer. He would be full with at most four such big buns.
Isn't it obvious now who is going to eat the rest? Look at these people lying here.
Zhang Chi looked at the ink, then at Shi Ren and Bai Lao. They all had their mouths grinning widely, and there were drops on the corners of their mouths, like the rain outside.
Just when Zhang Chi was about to say something, there was a ding sound and the buns were steamed.
As soon as Zhang Chi saw that the buns were ready, he turned his attention to the buns.
The steamed buns were made by Mrs. Zhang Chi. There are two kinds of fillings, one is stuffed with Chinese cabbage and meat, and the other is stuffed with green onions and beef. However, the ones you can see in the steamer are all stuffed with Chinese cabbage and pork, and there are no ones stuffed with beef and green onions.
, it seems that Xiaoxiao has entered a bottleneck period for beef and doesn’t really want to eat it.
Seeing Xiao Xiao open the lid, Zhang Chi stretched out his hand and tried it on the top bun.
Gently press your fingertips on the bun, and the bun skin will sink in a little. As soon as you release your hand, the bun skin will quickly return to its original position.
"Okay!" Zhang Chi said.
Xiaoxiao lifted down the top basket of steamed buns.
He just used the ground as a table and sat down cross-legged.
The moment Xiaoxiao sat down, Maodou and the others immediately formed a circle.
Judging from the proficiency of these guys' movements, it was definitely not the first time they had done this. After they sat down one by one, they all looked at Xiaoxiao eagerly.
Xiaoxiao took the chopsticks in his hand and started to pick the steamed buns.
While dialing, he was still mumbling: "One for you, one for you, one for you, one for me. One for you...".
Share the buns!
Xiaoxiao's division was quite fair. Everyone had the same number in front of them. Even the edamame that was two sizes smaller was the same as everyone else's.
"I can't eat so much edamame. Give me the edamame portion next time."
Zhang Chi also wanted to eat at this time.
So when Xiaoxiao was sorting into the second cage, when it came time to eat edamame, Zhang Chi took the bag in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.
Maodou looked at Zhang Chi and blinked. In the end, not only did he not say anything, he also took one of the buns he was assigned in front of him and placed it in front of Zhang Chi.
After giving the buns, he showed a flattering smile.
What a filial son born from a stick!
Zhang Chi looked at the edamame and thought happily.
I have to like it, but Zhang Chi didn't want to eat the buns that the edamame guy brought over. Who knows where this guy had just dug his hands into.
You know, this monkey has a habit of hitting people with his own shit.
Thank you!
Whoever likes it can eat it, but Zhang Chi won’t eat it anyway.