Quick Wear: The female supporting role makes a comeback by giving birth to a child

Chapter 168 90s: The cannon fodder son of a rural writer (8)

Xin Guoguo originally planned to stay here for only one day before going back, but her eldest son missed his grandmother and after some coquettish behavior, Xin Guoguo could only nod and agree.

The mother and son moved into Brother Meng's house.

The two brothers from Meng'erge's family take Tangtang out to play as soon as they get home from school.

Tangtang is the youngest child in the family. The two little guys are very happy as it is a rare opportunity to have a younger brother.

Tangtang followed his two brothers everywhere every day, going up mountains and down rivers, and came back covered in mud every day.

One day I lost all my shoes.

Upon asking, I found out that they actually wanted to go down to the river to play!

But it was freezing cold at the moment, and the ice in the river was not solid. The little fellow stomped on the ice and stomped himself into it.

Fortunately, the children were aware of the danger and only played on the river beach.

Even so, the little guys were still scared to death.

While Tangtang was struggling, he dropped one of his shoes into the water.

Xing Guoguo: ...

After helping my son change his clothes and getting him a new pair of shoes, I hugged the little guy and patted his little butt:

"You have no idea of ​​your own weight!"

The little guy just grinned and laughed "hehe" to please his mother, making Xin Guoguo not know what to say to him.

However, this dangerous behavior is not recommended.

So when she heard the two brothers from Meng's family next door being punished to stand, she decisively went into the next room and patted her son:

"Go ahead, stand with your brothers and reflect on your actions."

The little guy immediately grinned happily and jumped to find his two brothers.

The two brothers also grinned at him.

The three brothers were clearly standing in the corner as punishment, but they acted like they were playing around, which made Mrs. Meng so angry that she grabbed a broom and hit each of them on the butt.

After successfully making the three kids stop laughing, she greeted Xin Guoguo with satisfaction:

"Guoguo, don't hang out with them. Come, have some sunflower seeds and peanuts."

Xin Guoguo immediately abandoned her eldest son and turned to the embrace of delicious food.

Nowadays, the only New Year goods that the villagers can prepare are homemade melon seeds and peanuts, and some hard fruit candies.

The peanuts from Meng Ersao's family are boiled with salt before being fried, and they taste better than those from other families.

Xin Guoguo sat at the table on the kang, watching the three little guys standing obediently as they were punished, while crunching peanuts.

Mrs. Meng had boiled ginger soup on the stove and now she took a bowl and poured it out.

The strong smell of ginger instantly hit her nose, causing Xin Guoguo to sneeze several times in a row.

Seeing this, Mrs. Meng handed her a bowl directly:

"You should drink some too. You're already sneezing, don't catch a cold later."

Xing Guoguo: ...

"Sister-in-law, I'm fine. I don't need to drink. Give it to the children!"

Forgive her, she really can't stand the taste of this ginger soup.

Mrs. Meng glared at her and said, "You are already a mother, set a good example for your children! There is plenty in the pot, if it is not enough, I will scoop more for you!"

Xing Guoguo: d(?д??)

"No, no, no, that's enough! Sister-in-law, that's enough! It's really enough!"

Xin Guoguo quickly reached out to take the bowl, not caring whether the soup was hot or not, she tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp.

After that, he smiled ingratiatingly at Meng Ersao.

Mrs. Meng scolded her angrily and amusedly:

"You are an adult, but you are still like a child! You don't even think it's too hot! Okay, okay, I know you don't like this, eat your peanuts!"

Xin Guoguo chuckled: "Thank you, sister-in-law."

The three little kids did not receive as good treatment as Xing Guoguo.

Even though they had bitter faces, each person was forced to drink two large bowls of ginger soup.

The spicy little dumpling stuck out his tongue, but was laughed at by his mother:

"Hahaha! Let's see if you dare to be so naughty again in the future."

Xiaotuanzi:???

No more love.

The three little kids sat facing the wall and meditated for an hour. In the warm room, they all began to nod their heads and felt drowsy.

Mrs. Meng Er sat on the kang with one leg crossed, talking to Xin Guoguo.

Seeing that both of his sons started to nod their heads, he felt distressed again.

She stood up, walked over, and looked down at her two sons: "Do you know you are wrong?"

"Got it." The two little guys admitted their mistakes very smoothly, obviously they had done this many times before.

Mrs. Meng was slightly relieved: "Don't go to the riverside anymore, not even the river beach, remember?"

"remember."

"Okay, go back to your room and get some sleep. After dinner, you two brothers can go to your grandma's house to sleep tonight, and we will steam New Year's buns tomorrow."

"Oh."

The two brothers nodded their heads and went to the next room like two wandering souls.

The two of them got on the kang, pulled up the quilt, and fell asleep.

The two rooms are connected with an aisle door in the middle.

Xin Guoguo also got off the kang and picked up her son:

"I'll take this little guy to bed for a while, too."

"Ah."

At noon every day, most people in this area take a nap.

After Xin Guoguo and her son left, Meng Ersao moved the table to the side, went out to close the courtyard door, and when she came back she lay directly on the kang, covered herself with a quilt and took a nap.

*

According to the custom in my hometown, no new food is prepared after the Chinese New Year until the Lantern Festival, which means there will be abundance every year.

Therefore, before the Chinese New Year, everyone will start preparing New Year's goods.

Steaming New Year's buns is a big project.

On this day, starting from five or six in the morning, relatives from all families came over, some lighting the fire, kneading the dough, letting it rest, and making patterns...

A group of relatives gathered together, talking, laughing, and working, it was so lively.

When Xin Guoguo came over, the three-layer steamer had already been set up and the whole room was filled with hot steam.

Meng Mu sat on the kang, and with the movement of her fingers, she made a flowery steamed bun.

Xin Guoguo watched with great interest.

She has been to many places and has seen New Year's steamed buns, but this is her first time to participate in this activity in person.

The room was full of Meng's relatives.

Meng Jun's three sisters and two sisters-in-law, Meng Ersao's two younger sisters, and several friends.

A group of people gathered together and greeted Xin Guoguo one by one.

Xin Guoguo also greeted everyone one by one, then got on the kang, sat next to Meng's mother, and started working with her.

Around eight or nine o'clock, the two children of Meng Ersao's family also came over, rubbed their eyes, and went to wash themselves.

Mrs. Meng also called out to Xin Guoguo: "Go check first to see if Tangtang is awake. If he is, bring him here."

"Ah."

Xin Guoguo responded.

At this moment, the first basket of New Year's steamed buns has been put into the pot.

The whole room was steaming with heat.

When I breathe, my nose is filled with the smell of water vapor.

Xin Guoguo got off the kang, put on her clothes and went over.

Tangtang had just woken up and was rubbing his eyes, sitting obediently on the kang.

Seeing Xin Guoguo coming in, she stretched out her little hands to hug him: "Mommy."

"Eh!"

Xin Guoguo responded and held her son in her arms, but her hands were wet.

Xin Guoguo: ≥﹏≤

Is it too late to let go now?

"Stinky baby, did you wet the bed?"

The little boy's eyes widened immediately, and he felt his butt was a little cold. He looked at his mother in disbelief:

"Ooooooh, Mom, did you spill water on me?"

Xing Guoguo: ...

Very good, this brat knows how to turn the tables!

She couldn't help but pat his little butt gently: "Shame on you, you wet the bed yourself and you blame Mommy! Mommy won't take the blame for this!"

"Humph!"

The little guy's face turned red, and he buried his head in his mother's arms, humming.

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