Yang Huazhong is not a talkative person. Once he decides to do something, he will not delay it.

Early the next morning, it started raining and it was very cold. When I got up and dressed, I raised the curtain and a cold wind started blowing.

Mrs. Sun entered the house wearing an apron around her waist and a green and old cloth handkerchief wrapped around her head, which farmers' wives used to wear in winter.

She said to Yang Huazhong: "The weather has changed today. It's windy, rainy and chilly. The children have all put on thick cotton-padded clothes. I'll also find your cotton-padded jackets and trousers. You can wear those."

Yang Huazhong responded, glanced at the raindrops outside the door, and said, "Please help me find the coir raincoat and bamboo hat later. I'm going to visit Yujia Village and Zhengjia Village in the morning."

"Are we really going today? It's so cold and raining. Why don't we wait until the weather clears up before we go?" Ms. Sun turned around and asked.

Yang Huazhong shook his head: "I don't want to delay it. It won't be a problem if there is no one to take care of dad."

There was no one to take care of her these days, so he, Lao Si, and Yongzhi Yongqing took turns taking care of him. Every time he went there, he would hear some weird words.

Yang Huazhong was really fed up. He would rather spend more money to hire someone to help him provide for him until his death.

Mrs. Sun understood what Yang Huazhong was thinking and did not force him to do so. Not only did she find thick cotton clothes and trousers for Yang Huazhong, she also silently wiped the coir raincoat and bamboo hat again, found a pair of wooden shoes and prepared them for him.

After breakfast, Yang Huazhong went out in full gear and headed towards Yujiacun.

Mrs. Sun stayed at home to wash the pots and dishes, while Xiaojie came over to visit with Yan'er in her arms, and got together with Xiaohua and Xiaoduo to take care of the children and enjoy family life.

Everyone is wise enough not to talk about the Zhang family and only talk about the children. As a mother, as long as the children are involved, the chat box is like a gate. As soon as it is opened, it will flow out.

Mrs. Sun finished her work in the backyard and came to the main room with her sewing dustpan. While doing needlework, she listened to the children chatting and chimed in a few words from time to time. The atmosphere in the main room was quite good.

Especially after a while, Mrs. Sun held an umbrella and brought Zhang Yaner hot stewed sesame oil, minced meat and egg custard.

"My child got up early and had breakfast early. I'm afraid I'm hungry now, so I'd better eat some complementary food to satisfy my hunger," said the eldest Sun.

Xiaojie smiled helplessly: "It's not difficult for you to send the child away even if it rains so heavily? Wouldn't it be the same if you just shout and I will take the child back!"

Mrs. Sun glared at Xiaojie and said, "The child is having fun here. What should I do if he scares the wind while running around?"

As she spoke, she opened the lid of the bowl, and a smell of fragrance hit her face.

As little as Jiaojiao, Zhang Yaner and Fuwa were both attracted by the fragrance.

Zhang Yaner stretched out her little finger and pointed in this direction, making babbling noises. She was walking unsteadily on her feet. She also had a toddler belt slung over her shoulder, and one end of the toddler belt was pulled into Xiaojie's hand.

The result was that Xiaojie was led by Zhang Yaner towards the egg custard...

The Fuwa in Xiaohua's arms was also trying hard to stick out her tongue and lick her lips, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Xiaohua smiled helplessly, "This kid is so greedy..."

Mrs. Sun was so happy that she put down her sewing and leaned forward to look at her little granddaughter's greedy look, "You also want to eat egg custard? Grandma will make it for you right now..."

"Don't bother, I've made a lot of stew, it's fine for the two children to eat together." Mrs. Sun said.

Xiaojie also said: "That's right, let's eat together. If we rush to eat, I'm sure it will be delicious. If you give her a big bowl by herself, she might end up eating weirdly."

As a result, the situation in the main room became that Xiaohua and Xiaojie were sitting side by side, each holding a child in their arms, and Mrs. Sun sat opposite them and fed the children custard.

One after another, one little mouth feeds the other one. When he turns around to feed the other one, the other one is already empty. When he sees the spoon being brought to his mouth, he opens his mouth obediently.

To pick.

Mrs. Da Sun laughed while feeding her and joked: "This is a little sparrow in a bird's nest on the tree. It has its mouth open so wide just waiting to receive food!"

Fuwa people have small appetites and will turn away after a few bites.

Mrs. Sun continued to tease her with a spoon: "Why don't you eat it? Have another bite?"

Fuwa burped, and Mrs. Sun quickly took the spoon back, "Good guy, this burp is like an adult..."

Xiaohua smiled, took out the handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of Fuwa's mouth, and said to Dasun: "Fuwa can't eat anymore, otherwise it will cause indigestion. Auntie, please concentrate on feeding Yan'er. She will definitely have a bigger appetite."

It’s better.”

Fuwa ate the remaining half bowl alone.

After eating, I still looked like I was still unsatisfied.

"Ouch, are you not full yet?" Mrs. Sun asked. They had heard from Mrs. Sun and others before that this child had a big appetite. They thought it was just a joke, but they didn't expect it to be really big.

This bowl of custard is genuine. There are at least three eggs and minced meat in it. It is very hard, not the kind of custard that has a clear soup and lacks water.

"Looking like this, I'm not full. I'll go home and get some noodles." Da Sun said.

Sun said: "Why bother making another trip? Go to my backyard and get the egg noodles ready-made."

Xiaojie shook her head repeatedly, "Mom, aunt, you must not eat it again."

"The child has not eaten enough. How can he not eat?" asked Sun.

Xiaojie said: "Eating so much is already enough. If you eat any more, your stomach should be enlarged. It is not good to get too fat, especially for girls."

"Just talk nonsense!" Da Sun spat at Xiao Jie directly.

"As long as the baby wants to eat and can eat it, we have to give it to him. It's not like the time when he couldn't take off the lid of the pot. I've never seen a mother say such a thing." Mrs. Da Sun added.

Xiaojie looked helpless: "Mom, it's not that I don't want to feed the child, I just want to feed it in the right way. If the child is stronger, it is indeed less likely to get sick, but if the child is too fat, it will be bad for the body.

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"Look at Yan'er. She obviously still owes a little when she is one year old, but those children who celebrated their first birthday two or three months earlier still haven't sunk in yet."

"Look at this face again. It's all flesh. We can't feed it to death anymore."

Da Sun clearly disagreed with Xiaojie's idea, "Then according to what you say, people who eat a lot will be fat as balls. Look at your dad, our family kills pigs and sells them. Your dad's fat meat and pig skins

I ate so much that I often soaked the rice crackers in lard, and the last time I weighed them, they weighed less than 100 kilograms!"

When it comes to Xiaojie's father, Xiaojie has nothing to say.

"Mom, my father and my eighth sister are exceptions. They are strong-willed brothers and sisters. They can eat whatever they want without getting fat, but we can't. Look at you, then at me, my brother, and our three mothers.

Are there any thin ones?"

Mrs. Sun lowered her head and looked at her own body, and laughed twice. Life was hard in Sunjiagou in the past, and she was tall.

Now that life is getting better, my tall body has turned into an iron tower, which makes me ashamed.
Chapter completed!