Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

Du Wendong stared at him, his eyes shining, making Du Qingyun step back step by step.

"Dad, what...what's wrong? You, why do you keep looking at me?" Du Qingyun spoke a little haltingly. He put his two little hands behind his back and quietly rubbed his dusty palms on his clothes.

Could it be that his father saw him beating Dazhu? That couldn't be right? The more Du Qingyun thought about it, the more guilty he felt.

"Madam, Qingyun and I have something to say. I'll take him away first."

Du Wendong walked over and held Du Qingyun's hand. In Du Qingyun's slightly surprised look, he turned to Lu Yi and said.

Lu Yi smiled faintly, nodded, and looked at Zhang Cuifen, as if to say, "I can talk to your mother."

When Du Wendong saw this scene, he was immediately overwhelmed and his previous sense of relief disappeared.

"...My mother also has something to say to Qingyun." Du Wendong added dryly.

He grabbed Du Qingyun's other little hand and put it into Zhang Cuifen's hand. He smiled awkwardly at Lu Yi, then took Du Qingyun's hand and fled the scene.

Lu Yi stood at the door and watched for a while. If she guessed correctly, the original owner's second son Du Qingyun should have caused some trouble outside again.

In the past, it was always the original owner who cleaned up his mess, but now, whoever wanted to take care of it could do so, and she would just watch the show. Lu Yi turned and went into the house.

Du Qingyun was bewildered as his hands were held, and he was completely confused all the way. After returning to the main hall, he climbed onto a chair and stood up, protesting loudly:

"Dad! Why don't you wait until I'm full before you say anything? Mom is going to cook for me. I'm so hungry! I have to go over there again soon."

"I don't care. Dad, you pulled me here. You have to pull me back. No, Dad, you have to carry me back! Only then will I forgive you!"

"Who told you to go out and play without eating?" Du Wendong walked to the other side and sat down on a chair. "Don't think about it. You won't be able to eat the meal your mother cooked tonight."

He was still wondering why a cooked duck would flutter around. He would have to talk to his mother about it later.

Du Qingyun opened his eyes wide in disbelief. He stomped his feet on the chair twice and protested louder than before:

"Why? I'm hungry! Dad! I'm so hungry! Why don't you let me eat the food my mom cooks? Why? Why!"

The repetitive voice left Du Wendong's fatherly love nowhere to go.

His patience in coaxing the child had completely disappeared. He took a deep breath, squeezed out some patience, and said:

"Stop messing around, Qingyun. Come down quickly. Don't fall down if you jump like that."

Zhang Cuifen glanced at him and said unhappily, "Pfft, pfft, what are you talking about? My dear grandson is very smart. How can this chair fall on him?!"

"You're a father, so you shouldn't be so harsh when talking to your child. Don't be like that Lu family and control your child so strictly! Be more gentle like me."

Zhang Cuifen stood up and walked to the chair to demonstrate to Du Wendong. Her face suddenly lit up with a smile, and she coaxed in a thin voice:

"My dear grandson, let's go downstairs. Grandma has some delicious food. In the cabinet in your room, there's your favorite cloud cake!"

Zhang Cuifen seldom buys Yunpian Gao because it is several cents more expensive than other cakes. Even if she buys it, she hides it away and eats less.

As soon as these words were spoken, Du Qingyun immediately obeyed. He looked at the ground and jumped down, the baby fat on his face bouncing up and down, and he gestured with his hands to discuss the conditions.

"Okay, I want to eat lots and lots of cloud cakes!"

"Okay, whatever you say is fine. Come on, get down from the chair." After coaxing Du Qingyun down, Zhang Cuifen got up and went to her room.

After taking out the things, she hurried out.

Zhang Cuifen happened to meet Lu Anyuan walking into the main hall. The smile on her face immediately faded and she looked him up and down.

"Oh, you still remember to come back, and you come back so late. You're not home all day. I really raised you in vain."

Lu Anyuan looked up at her, then quickly lowered his head, "I'm going to my mother's place."

Zhang Cuifen wanted to say more, but Du Wendong stopped her, "Alright, Mom, Anyuan is grown up now. He usually goes to private school with me. After school, you can let him play."

He called out, "Anyuan, come and sit down. Have some cloud cake with your brother."

"don't want!!"

Du Wendong glanced sideways and saw Du Qingyun anxiously go over and take all the cloud cakes from Zhang Cuifen's hands and hold them tightly in his arms.

"I won't! These are all mine. I won't give them to Lu Anyuan."

Zhang Cuifen relaxed, gave Du Qingyun a praising look, and said:

"Anyuan is grown up now. He has never liked these cakes. Wendong, don't force the child to eat something he doesn't like."

"If you don't like it, then don't eat it."

Du Wendong touched his nose and said it casually.

Lu Anyuan stood there, lowering his head more and more, and said in a muffled voice: "No, I don't like it. I'll go back to my room first."

"Look at this kid, he's not even close to Qingyun. Look at our Qingyun, he's so happy eating. Boys should be lively like this."

Zhang Cuifen didn't even look at Lu Anyuan, and just kept shaking her head.

Du Wendong didn't say anything, and in his heart he agreed with Zhang Cuifen's statement.

They looked at Du Qingyun with doting eyes as he ate without raising his head, touching his head from time to time, and sometimes whispering about Lu Yi's "dramatic change in temperament".

A lamp was on in the main room. Du Xiaowan came in with light steps and her pigtails swinging. When she saw the three people sitting in the main room, her eyebrows immediately curved with joy.

"Mom, Big Brother, Qingyun, you don't have to wait for me to come back."

Du Xiaowan subconsciously touched her pigtails, feeling deeply moved. Sure enough, her mother loved her too!

Seeing her daughter, Zhang Cuifen frowned and asked directly about the matter she was concerned about:

"No one's waiting for you. How are you learning from Wen Xiu Niang? Mother paid for all that. You have to study hard, do you understand?"

Du Xiaowan's excited expression turned awkward. She waved the small basket in her hand helplessly in the air, then slowly walked over and sat down next to Zhang Cuifen.

"Oh, I see, Mom. I've got calluses on my ears from hearing you tell me all the time."

Besides, it was my sister-in-law who paid for it, and it was my sister-in-law who fought for her this opportunity...

What does it have to do with her mother?