Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

The summer heat in Luoyang shortens the autumn very much. Perhaps it can be said that there is no autumn in Luoyang. In the blink of an eye, the sky darkens and the wind gradually becomes cold.

A sudden autumn rain caught those on their way home by surprise. Dark clouds gathered and the sky suddenly darkened.

The fat man's voice arrived before he even showed up, "Mom! Mom! Dabao is back! It's so cold!"

A woman in brown Hu clothing stepped out of the door, several cotton towels draped in her arms. "Hurry up and take a shower! Bring Dabao with you. The hot water is ready."

Xiaoqing took Xiaobao from the man's arms, and Wangshu followed him to the side hall. Qin Xiuyuan picked up his son and went into the inner room of the main house.

Steam rose from the large tub, with two smaller buckets of boiling hot water beside it. The pale, tender fat boy was held by his father, with only his large head visible. "Ah!" Thinking of his big mouth waiting to be fed, Qin Xiuyuan reached out and grabbed the rice cake prepared on the small table. He ate half a piece himself and deliberately stared at the fat boy's eagerly opened mouth, biting his neat white teeth for a moment. "Ah! Daddy, feed me!"

Xiaobao was protected by her father, who stripped her clothes and kept her away from the rain. Wangshu nodded at her little head and said, "It's going to rain tomorrow, are you still going?"

"Listen to mother." Xiaobao was worried about her elder brother. Daddy leaned sideways in the rain to avoid getting her wet. Guoguo, who was following sister Qin Yi, was soaked with rain. "Guoguo is really wet. Mother, go check it out."

"Okay. Then ask Sister Xiaolu to dry your hair."

In the bedroom, a plate of rice cakes was eaten up by the father, half of it, and the son, half of it.

Wangshu came in just in time to see the two of them wiping their mouths. She rolled up her skirt and sleeves and brought out a large cotton towel, "Dabao, come quickly."

The father lifted the man up with both hands and placed him steadily on the ground. He immediately wrapped him tightly with a large cotton towel and rubbed him quickly. In the middle, he changed for a dry cotton towel to absorb all the moisture on his body, and then took off his clothes and put them on tightly.

Untying his head scarf, the fat boy sat on his mother's lap, lowered his head to help his mother wipe his hair, and muttered, "Mom, today my sister and I will ride a pony! A black one!"

"That's amazing! But you and your sister are still little kids, so you have to ride the horses slowly."

"Dad is holding the horse and won't let me go any faster." After just two laps...

She squeezed the water out of his nose and ears, ruffled his fluffy little curls that looked like a little lion, put on socks, and let him put on his shoes by himself. "Okay, go find your sister and play with the sticks while you wait for Mom and Dad."

Facing the gaze that had been watching her work for a long time, Wangshu grabbed another large cotton towel and said, "It's done!"

The man reached out to pull her closer, his eyes filled with ill intent, what a pervert. She refused, "Mother-in-law got caught in the rain when she came back. Let's go and take a look."

Hearing this, he had no choice but to give up, and bent down to let her clean him carefully from top to bottom and every crevice as if it were her own son.

After the woman had dressed him, put on his footwear and shoes, he was finally satisfied. He took advantage of the situation and held her waist and kissed her. Wangshu dodged him, and his big hands rubbed her soft and elastic buttocks. He pulled her back and kissed her, chuckling to himself, "I saw you just now. What bad things did you take advantage of the opportunity to do?"

Wangshu:... Get out of here, you stinky man, where are you going every day?

Wang Shi rode in a carriage, only absorbing a few drops of water. She'd gone out shopping for clothes, shoes, socks, jewelry, rouge, and powder, filling half a carriage. Looking at the piles of things in the room, Wang Shu secretly clicked his tongue. Lately, she and her mother-in-law had been keeping to themselves. Even though she knew Wang Jing wouldn't live there, she'd kept quiet. Whenever she left, she'd be in a carriage, and whenever she came back, she'd be shopping for a whole carriage full of things.

"I'm glad you're alright, mother. Let's go have dinner together."

The dinner was very sumptuous. There were two large plates of tender and tender spareribs, a large plate of golden braised white radish, a rich spinach and egg soup, crispy cold pickled cucumber, pan-fried pork and sauerkraut dumplings, brown sugar steamed buns, and a bowl of angelica and ginseng chicken soup. The man scooped a bowl for his mother and placed another bowl in front of Wangshu. Wangshu was a little scared to drink the soup and looked at him with a rejection.

Drinking soup every day can easily make you fat.

Today they were eating ribs, and the vegetables were boneless, so the children could eat on their own. The man sat directly beside her, and seeing her twist her lips and not move, he extended his thumb knuckles to offer her soup. Wangshu bet he wouldn't dare, but the next second, he was slapped in the face. He watched him dare to scoop soup from a bowl and feed it to her under his own mother's nose, and then righteously said, "The scar has healed, the pain has been forgotten. You cried all night in pain, how could you have promised me that?"

Bringing up old grudges! Wangshu was so frightened that he took the wine and drank it down.

She couldn't afford to offend him. She was afraid that if she didn't drink, this stinky man, who was becoming more and more shameless day by day, would pull her to sit on his lap and feed her.

But the man acted as if nothing had happened, picking up some ribs for the baby and some healthy radish for his mother.

The fat man ate the meat with big mouthfuls, holding the two ends of the ribs with both hands, and was as rude as a killer. He opened his tiger's mouth and bit with his teeth, gnawing away half of the meat. His face was covered with oil and minced meat. Compared with the big man in the martial arts world, the only difference between him and others was a beard and a bowl of wine.

In comparison, my younger sister grabbed the bone end where the meat was shrinking with one hand and ate it slowly, bite by bite, very politely and unhurriedly.

Wang had Xiaochun peel the meat off before eating it. Her son and daughter-in-law followed suit, and her grandchildren followed suit, just like the nouveau riche.

"Dabao." When the fat man took the fourth one, Wangshu stopped him.

"Mom, I want to eat another one."

"Mother wants you to eat some cucumbers, steamed buns, and Persian lettuce leaves."

If Ji Laoer was here and heard this familiar sentence structure of "I can't do whatever I want, and I have to do whatever the adults want me to do", he would definitely cry out that no one can escape this fate!

"It's a blessing for a child to be able to eat. Let him eat whatever he wants." Wang said. The fat boy turned around and looked at his mother. Alas, he didn't open his mouth for a long time and didn't respond.

Just eat cucumbers and vegetable leaves obediently.

No one responded, and the baby didn't dare to take it. Wang picked up one and put it in her grandson's bowl. "Eat it. If a boy is raised to be timid, what great things will he achieve in the future?"

The fat man with thick arms and legs looked confused. He raised his hands and looked at his legs, "Mom, why should I feed my hands and feet? It doesn't have a mouth!"

"Puff!" The child's innocent words made Wangshu turn his head sharply and almost spit out half of his mouthful of meat. He put down his chopsticks, covered his mouth and leaned on the other person's shoulder, "Hahaha!"

Qin Xiuyuan couldn't help laughing. He put the ribs into his own bowl, supported his wife with one hand, and explained to his son, "The word 'wei' in 'wei' means fear. For example, Dabao was riding a horse today, and his hands were afraid to pull the reins, and his feet were afraid to step on the saddle. He didn't dare to do anything. That's 'wei'. It's not the same word as 'wei' in 'feed'."

"Brother is not afraid, he dares to ride a horse. Mother, Erbao also dares to ride a horse."

Wangshu stopped laughing and gave everyone a series of compliments, raising two thumbs up, one for each person, "Good!"

"But Dabao, give this one to Daddy. Your stomach will hurt after eating it."

"Okay." The fat man handed it to Qin Xiuyuan.

The family sang along to themselves, leaving Wang alone. Wang threw down her chopsticks, snapped her mouth, and said, "I'm full!" She stood up, turned around in her light, translucent, low-cut short jacket and waist-cinched skirt, and left the table gracefully.

Wangshu and his daughter were startled by the sudden action of throwing chopsticks, but after reacting, they acted as if nothing had happened: "Okay, continue eating, it will get cold soon."