An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

"Aunt Zhao, little Dumpling has passed away, why are you still sitting here at the table? Do you still want me to help you take care of the children?" Before she could finish her words, Aunt Zhao was called by Second Madam Yin. Thinking about the fact that the children were all young and had passed away, it was really not right for them to be left without anyone to take care of them, Aunt Zhao quickly stood up.

"I...we...are just four people eating such a big table?" Lin stuttered, looking at so many dishes in disbelief, as if it were a fairy tale.

"Enjoy it! Don't be shy. If you can't finish it, tell us to heat it up tomorrow." Finally, after Frosting stuffed a large piece of lamb chops with bones into her mouth, Lin dared to believe it. She stopped talking nonsense and ate her food obediently.

The rest of the people sat at another table consciously, so there were more people at the children's table.

"Young Master Tao, can you drink? Come and have a drink with this old man like me."

Tao Jin came without saying a word. He went to whichever table Jing Chouya was sitting at. Now he was sitting right between Jing Chunxi and Silang. He picked up his chopsticks and was about to eat heartily when the old general suddenly mentioned it to him. Tao Jin quickly put down his chopsticks again.

Ever since his horse was used to pull the carriage, Tao Jin didn't feel uncomfortable sitting in the carriage with so many people. Except for occasionally getting off the carriage to walk around at noon, he always sat in the same carriage with the old general and the old lady. He had long been familiar with the other people in the Jing family. Silang and the others no longer excluded him. Now they all respectfully called him Young Master Tao and occasionally discussed martial arts with him.

Jing Yongcheng seldom asked about his family affairs. Instead, he discussed some military tactics with him. It was because of this that he discovered that this kid was very smart.

Although Tao Jin didn't make many moves that night when he killed the wolf, each of his moves was very agile and fast, and it was obvious that he had some basic skills.

I hadn't expected this kid to be completely uneducated, possessing some knowledge of military tactics and martial arts. I wondered if he'd read any similar books at home. He'd probably also read a fair share of travelogues and biographies, gaining a basic understanding of local customs and practices. He could even discuss the dynasty's latest policies with Jing Changning.

When facing his elders, he would not be as confrontational as he was with Jing Chunxi. He was extremely respectful to their questions and answered them seriously. Even to Xiaobei, whom he knew was a servant, he would respectfully follow Jing Chunxi and call him Grandpa.

So even though they were two or three generations apart, after spending almost ten days together, although they couldn't be said to have become close friends regardless of age, they still had something to talk about.

The old general must have been thinking of him when he was drinking.

"Please forgive me, old general. I have never drunk alcohol. I feel more comfortable drinking fruit drinks with Silang and the others at this table." After Tao Jin finished speaking, he picked up the fruit drink in his hand and clinked glasses with several elders. His every move was very humble and polite.

“Let’s drink!”

"We drink too!"

The two dumplings were able to get together again, with Heizi watching them. Especially when they saw that the people sitting at the same table were all brothers and sisters, they immediately let go of their tempers and picked up the soup bowl in front of them and tried to clink it with the soup bowl. This scared Aunt Zhao, who was taking care of the little dumplings, and she quickly held their bowls.

"Don't be naughty, the soup is hot." The mutton soup that had just been scooped out of the pot was not cold yet. It would be troublesome if it spilled.

The little girl's hand was lightly tapped by chopsticks, but she didn't show any remorse. She shook her head and retorted in a soft voice, "It doesn't hurt at all. I still want to drink."

Aunt Zhao was so angry that she jumped to her feet but she didn't dare to hit her hard. Heizi, who was sitting next to them, quickly picked up a meatball for each of them, skewered it with a chopstick like the candied haws sold outside, and stuffed it into their hands, which made the little dumplings feel at ease and they no longer remembered to hold the hot soup bowl with their hands.

But after just two mouthfuls of meat, he soon found his own fun in playing and fighting. Tuanzi got excited again while holding the meatballs skewered with chopsticks, stood up and ran around.

Qiaoqiao knew from people's expressions that this was not a good idea, so she didn't dare to act recklessly. She just ate the meatballs in her hand, and when she saw the half bowl of meat that someone had helped her pick up, she felt very happy. She could eat her fill of meat today, which was better than the New Year celebrations at home in the past.

Little Tuanzi didn't care. She put a meatball on her chopsticks and touched the fruit drinks of her brothers and sisters one by one, shouting what her cousin Xi had just taught her: "Let's drink it."

He imitated Tao Jin and dragged Heizi to drink with his grandparents, which scared Aunt Liu so much that she kept apologizing and blaming the little girl for being troublesome.

"Let the children be happy, so let them make some noise. Aunt, go back and eat your meal, and then feed her half a bowl of rice later." After hearing what the old lady said, Aunt Zhao dared to go back to her seat and sit down again. However, she was still worried. She took a few bites and then looked at the little girl, fearing that she had done something wrong.

The little glutinous rice dumpling is becoming more and more lively and unruly. She doesn't know how to control her. But everyone in the family spoils her, and she doesn't know how lawless she will be in the future.

After a good meal and a good drink, clean clothes and new bedding, I lay down and had a sleepless night.

But no one noticed that after almost everyone fell asleep, the old general, Dalang and a few other people appeared in the room in the front yard where Jing Changning and Xiaobei's grandfather lived. They talked together by candlelight until late at night.

It was daybreak and the yard was still very quiet. Everyone had finally had a chance to sleep in and had no intention of getting up early. They all rolled around like dead pigs wrapped in warm quilts.

Mrs. Zhuang didn't want to go shopping too early, but she was still sleepy when someone knocked on the door. Sugar Frost came over and said that the old lady wanted her to go to her room.

Thinking that something urgent had happened, she hurriedly put on her nice clothes from last night and went out quietly so as not to wake her daughter.

Before entering the house, she carefully knocked on the door. Knowing that her father-in-law and mother-in-law slept together last night, she was afraid of disturbing them. "Mother, my daughter-in-law is here."

"Come in, I'm here."

The old lady's words made Zhuang feel at ease. When she pushed the door open, she really didn't see her father-in-law.

Zhuang couldn't help but ask, "Greetings, Mother. Why did you get up so early? You've been so tired for so long, why don't you and Father take a break?"

It didn't rain this morning, and the snow had stopped, but it was still damp and cold outside. It was already this late, and my father-in-law wouldn't be up early to practice martial arts! It wasn't like he was busy attending court these days. He was working too hard. Zhuang couldn't help but admire her father-in-law's self-discipline.

If her mother-in-law hadn't called her over, she would have slept at least half an hour longer. She had specifically asked the waiter last night that the busiest time for the East City Market was the Si hour, so they could just go there a cup of tea earlier to do their shopping.