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

Day two.

Wangshu shivered while urinating, and turned around to bite the man behind him. Qin Xiuyuan said nothing and put the man to rest, "Shushu, have a good rest."

He floated out of the room, his posture indescribably elegant and artificial, like a gentleman.

Early in the morning, Xiaoqing had the cicadas picked out of the garden. After the master came out, she gently pushed the door open, bringing some snacks to fill his stomach.

The two of them tossed and turned during the night. Wangshu was a little dizzy because of hunger. He leaned on the big pillow and cooperated very well with Xiaoqing's feeding.

"The old lady came here early in the morning with the baby."

Wang and Eleven now lived in the house next door. The "babies" referred to the pair of children born to Eleven's concubine. One could run, the other could walk, and there were two more in her belly...

Wangshu was very unhappy that Qin Xiuyuan had three beautiful concubines.

"Don't let the mistresses touch me."

She said only one sentence and went to sleep. Xiaoqing quickly passed the message to her master.

Qin Xiuyuan was serving minced meat and egg custard to the two little ones at that time. Opposite him was Wang. The maids were chasing after Eleven's children, some crawling, some running, and making the third and fourth children look over frequently with eggs in their mouths. The dining room was noisy for a while.

"Take them out."

Wang watched the grandchildren being carried out, and for a moment she wanted to say something. Then she looked at the twins, a boy and a girl, who were sitting on a high stool, using their left hand and their right hand to scoop egg custard and pick up noodles to eat. She had no choice but to praise them:

"Little Three and Little Four have learned to eat with wooden spoons since a long time ago."

When her daughter-in-law is not around, she won't ask too many questions. When her husband is at home, her daughter-in-law will just leave everything alone, but her son takes care of everything, is more patient and meticulous than her daughter-in-law, and doesn't care at all.

In fact, he didn't know how to use a spoon at all. He scooped the egg custard into a pulp, and held the wooden spoon shakily. Six or seven times out of ten, he couldn't feed it into his mouth. It fell on the "small dining table" in front of his chest, and he had to pick it up and eat it with his hands.

"Take your time to learn. You're not good enough yet."

Qin Xiuyuan would hold his children's arms from time to time and put the crooked spoon into their mouths steadily. He would eat it himself, and it was as mushy as a little cat, with broken pieces of meat all over the bib on his chest.

Wang felt that raising her grandchildren in this way was dirty and slow. The children of wealthy families were all well-fed by maids and servants, but in this family, she could not say anything - Yun Xiao and Mingxi were raised in this way, and they were fat, healthy and smart.

Besides, the daughter-in-law had raised Yun Xiaomingxi like this from the beginning. Who could rely on experience and experience to discipline her? Not only did she go beyond the elders and the nanny, her ideas were bigger than the sky. She would do whatever she wanted and demand others do it the next moment without consulting anyone.

Over the years, Wang not only turned a blind eye but also gradually became submissive.

"Here!" Xiao Si kicked his feet and pointed at the buns in the distance on the table and gave orders. Yun Xiao immediately picked up one skillfully, dug out the meat filling, split the bun skin in half, and threw half to each of them. His younger brother and sister ate the bun skin, and he held a mouthful of meat filling in one bite. It was so satisfying and delicious!

"Thank you brother!"

The mistress looks very good.

Mingxi was the first to finish her meal. With her long, flowing hair, she came over to her father and handed him a red hairband and a small wooden comb. "Daddy, Mingxi wants the centipede braid I had the day before yesterday."

The woman doesn't like to wear her hair in a bun, but her daughter is like her. She herself has braids on both sides of her hair, so she is good at braiding. After wiping her hands, her daughter's hair is soft and fine. Her five fingers pass through her hair, which is thick and dense. The quality of her hair is like hers, and the amount of her hair is like her own, like a waterfall or a brocade.

"My dear, if the dance room gets too hot, have someone bring the ice early."

Qin Xiuyuan quickly finished the braid, which was Wangshu's favorite style. He could do it with his eyes closed. Worried that his daughter's hair was sweating from dancing, he reminded her, "Daddy will change your hair into a ponytail with flowers this afternoon."

"I want a braided bun."

A braid is made on both sides to form a cross, and then the black hair and the braid tail are hidden in the bun step by step. This is the Russian bun copied by Wangshu as a substitute for married women's hair tied into a bun.

Mingxi was still a little girl, so how could she know the significance of wearing hair in a bun after marriage and letting hair down for children? Qin Xiuyuan thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with seeing Mei Siqi.

"Has Mingxi ever edited it?" Let's find out the situation first.

"Daddy, you can't?"

Mingxi misunderstood her father's words, "It's about the hairstyle my mother wore yesterday."

How could he not know how to do it? He had done it countless times before. Shushu loved pairing it with a butterfly hairpin and a crabapple silk hairpin, which made her look so graceful when she walked. He still asked his daughter, "Did your mother braid it for you?"

Mingxi pointed proudly at the two sides of her head, "Of course! Mother also gave Mingxi a pair of colorful silk butterflies."

It was clearly a pair of colorful butterflies dancing on the braids. Qin Xiuyuan quickly praised his daughter, "When Mingxi dances, the butterflies dance with her. It's so beautiful!"

When the son practices martial arts and the daughter dances, they are not allowed to wear hard personal accessories, especially on their heads. Headscarves and hairbands must be made of silk.

There was a polished, full-length bronze mirror in the dance studio. When Mingxi heard what his father said was exactly the same as what he saw in the mirror, he lowered his chin and said proudly, "That's right!"

Just as his daughter's braids were finished, Qin Yunxiao untied the neatly braided ponytail on top of his head and came over, "Dad, it's my turn!"

The half-braided hair came towards him, and the perfect sky-high braid just a moment ago was torn into pieces by his son's hand, like a cow chewing a peony!

The corners of Qin Xiuyuan's eyes twitched, and he had a lot to say in his heart. But after all the words, it all came down to one thing: sons really deserve to be beaten, while daughters are just lovable!!!

So what? He's already a father, and it's a son that I've been waiting for for seven years and thought I would never have. He's a real man, and a woman gave birth to him. He has a good body after practicing martial arts, so I should be able to wake up with a smile in my sleep.

Over the years, Qin Xiuyuan was so angry at his son's outrageous behavior that his eyes went dark again and again.

"Yun Xiao, if Mammy has finished weaving it for you, you can ask Daddy to help you tomorrow. If you make a good story and turn it into a mess, how will Mammy and Daddy feel?"

Qin Yunxiao brushed the hair in front of his eyes and looked at his father seriously, "What if you go out tomorrow?" The more he spoke, the more reasonable it became. "Today's work should be done today. Today's ideas should be implemented today. I want Dad to braid my hair today, too."

Got it!

He didn't dare to say anything big, and he also made some twisted arguments about small things.

After Qin Xiuyuan finished his work, he turned around and saw a brother and sister who had eaten and wiped their faces and hands clean. They were also playing with a few loose hairs in their hands and looking at him eagerly.

"The little girl wants to win your favor and braid her hair!"

Wang couldn't help laughing.

Got it!

Got it!

It's really laughable. These children are not competing for favor, they are lining up to have their dad be their hair braiding nanny!

There are both bitterness and joy in the heart, but the mouth is used to sweetness, treating everything equally, "all, all."