Quick Wear: With the cub in hand, the world is mine

Seeing the disdain in his wife's eyes, Wen Chuheng lowered his head, looked at the kerosene lamp with some grievance, and defended himself: "The sunlight on the island is too harsh."

"Why are you back at this time? Isn't there a guesthouse in the county?"

"I'm too lazy to drive. I want to be back soon."

Hearing the chatter, Wen Dingjun and Wang Baoju also woke up, "Chu Heng is back?"

"Well, Dad, Mom, you guys go back to sleep."

When Wang Baoju saw Wen Chuheng's face clearly, she staggered back two steps in fear, "Wow! Are you covered in soot? You scared me!"

Wen Dingjun didn't dislike his eldest son. He patted his shoulder and said, "Glad that you're back. Are you hungry? Go cook something for yourself. I'm going back to the house."

Wen Chuheng: “…” I thought his father would say he would cook something for him, but I was touched for a second.

The two old people seemed to have come out to check whether their eldest son, whom they had not seen for a long time, was missing any limbs. When they saw him return home safely, they went back to the house side by side to catch up on their sleep.

"Are you hungry?" Hua Ke asked.

"Not really. Are you hungry?"

"Ah."

understood.

Wen Chuheng put down his bag, washed his hands and prepared to cook for his wife, "Would you like some noodles?"

"Ah."

"Two eggs or three?"

"two."

There is still no electricity in Hongqi Commune. According to Wen Xiaoting's complaints, it will take at least until next year or the year after. Hua Ke put the kerosene lamp next to the stove and watched Wen Chuheng cook noodles quietly.

Wen Chuheng's palms were sweating as she stared at him intently. Compared to himself, his wife was really fair and getting fairer. Would he dislike him because he was too dark?

“You put sugar in it.”

Although she is not a good cook, she can still tell the difference between salt and sugar.

"Oh no," Wen Chuheng was in a panic, "How about I do it again for you?"

Hua Ke couldn't bear to watch it, and said disdainfully: "Who will eat this? We have so much noodles at home, why waste it on you? I'll just eat this, don't bother."

It's hard not to suspect that she and Wen Chuheng will be a formal couple.

After a while, Wen Chuheng served the noodles in a tragic voice, "It's a little hot, eat slowly, I'm going to take a shower first."

Hua Ke bit her fried egg and watched the man leave in embarrassment, "Idiot."

Wen Chuheng took a cold shower in the bathroom in the front yard. When he was done, Hua Ke stood at the kitchen door and said, "I haven't finished eating yet, you can eat the rest. Go to Zhaodi's room to sleep tonight. Pumpkin can't stand being scared and is hard to coax."

"……Row."

Wen Chuheng returned to the kitchen and had only eaten half of the noodles. He picked up the chopsticks and just as he picked up some, he realized something was wrong: there was a poached egg at the bottom of the bowl.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo..." The early rooster crows loudly, and another beautiful day begins.

Zha Pao closed his eyes and groaned, "Uncle, you squeezed me, I slept by the wall!"

Wen Chuzhao opened his hazy eyes. He seemed to hear his brother's voice in the middle of the night. He turned around and suddenly saw a "nigger".

It happened quite suddenly. He instantly became alert. Wen Chuzhao's heartbeat quickened and he sat up straight. Damn, it's really the eldest brother, so dark. Never mind, he won't sleep anymore. He is too lazy to squeeze in with this father and son.

Zhapao, who knew nothing, felt comfortable and fell asleep peacefully. After a few minutes, he turned over and hugged his "uncle".

Wen Chuheng woke up with a start and saw his son hugging him intimately. A warm feeling flowed through his heart and he was deeply touched. He had not been home for two years and his son had grown up so much. He really missed a lot.

In the following time, Wen Chuheng silently observed his son, and his brows became softer.

Zha Pao looks like himself overall, his eyelashes are like his mother's, long and curled, and his mouth is also like hers, rosy...

Under his intense gaze, Zha Pao's eyeballs moved, but he didn't open his eyelids. Why was my uncle's body so stiff? Something was wrong.

Wen Chuheng looked at Zhapao in confusion as he put his hands on his abdominal muscles. No way, did his wife pass on this perverted hobby to her son?

It's bumpy! It's divided into many pieces! My uncle's belly is soft!

Zha Pao opened his eyes suddenly, not daring to look around, and jumped over the "mountain" and off the bed, "Wow, I'm so scared! There's a kidnapper! Uncle! Uncle!"

Wen Chuheng withdrew his hand that was about to hold his son's hand. He felt heartbroken, really.

Wen Chuzhao was not at home, so Wang Baoju asked him to ride his bike to take her to another commune to buy mutton. Wen Dingjun also went up the mountain early to set traps.

Zha Pao walked around and didn't see anyone. Regardless of his manly image, he pushed open the door of Hua Ke's room and said, "Mom, there are bad guys in my house, Mom——"

"That's your father, what are you afraid of?" Hua Ke was still sleepy, so she turned over and continued to sleep.

Zhapao climbed onto the bed, whimpering, and huddled against the wall, sleeping next to his sister.

Wen Nanzhi disliked his noise and subconsciously slapped him, "Brother is bad!"

Zhapao didn't dare to offend his bad-tempered sister, so he pulled the quilt to cover himself aggrievedly and fell asleep again after a while.

Wen Chuheng couldn't sleep at all, so he folded his quilt into a tofu block, put on his clothes and went to the yard. He practiced boxing alone for half an hour, stretched his muscles, and then started chopping wood.

At exactly eight o'clock, Wang Baoju and Wen Chuzhao returned home, and Wen Chuheng arranged the firewood neatly.

Looking at her eldest son who was wearing only a vest due to the heat, Wang Baoju sighed, "You are really dark! I almost couldn't recognize you. Are they still not awake?"

"No."

Wang Baoju knocked on the door, "Zha Pao, hurry up and get up. Grandma will make you some egg porridge."

Zha Pao waited for a while before going out. The first time he saw Wen Chuheng, he decisively turned his eyes away and refused to look at him. He hung on Wen Chuzhao like a koala, "Uncle! I was scared this morning. Where have you been?"

"Go to Qingshan Commune to buy some meat. Today is the 29th day of the lunar month. There is a market every 9th day of the lunar month. Your grandma said she would make something delicious for your dad. Mutton hotpot! We never had the chance to eat it before."

Zha Pao only picked out words that interested him, "What is hot pot?"

"You'll know tonight. You also ate it when you were a kid."

"I forgot, tell me quickly, uncle——"

Seeing his son clinging to his younger brother and not caring about him as his biological father, Wen Chuheng felt mixed emotions. Of course he felt sad, but what could he do? The child was five years old, and he had only been back five times. It was normal for the child to be unfamiliar with him.

Hua Ke walked out with Wen Nanzhi, and saw the 1.80-meter-tall man sitting dejectedly on a small stool, looking at Zha Pao and Wen Chuzhao with a grin and envy in his eyes.

Wen Nanzhi noticed the stranger in the house. Although she was mentally prepared, she still cried out in fear and sobbed softly, "Mom, I don't want to call him dad~"

He is too dark, darker than the people on the farm, with short hair, looks fierce, with bulging veins on his arms, and his arms are so strong, so scary, oooh! My uncle is also tall, but he is so gentle and likes to laugh. He is different. Can she change her father?

Wen Chuheng had excellent hearing. When he heard what his daughter said, he looked at Hua Ke helplessly. His heart felt as if it was being cut by a knife. He was being disliked by his own daughter.

Seeing his hurt expression, Hua Ke couldn't bear it and reminded him: "Why are you looking at me? Didn't you bring them anything delicious and fun?"

Hey, if we don’t help him, he’s really going to break.