However, this child just refused to leave the door of the wing. Even when eating, he would sit at the door with a rice bowl and guard it.

She refused to leave even when she slept at night. She stood at the door of the wing holding her little pillow, looking pitifully through the crack in the door...

As for the time when she goes in to deliver meals and tea to Mr. Mo every day, it is the time that the little girl looks forward to the most.

No matter how he tried to stop him, he couldn't stop him. He must follow him or Mr. Jin and sneak into the side room to see Mr. Mo.

On the way back from Yang Yongqing, Yang Ruoqing was still thinking about the scene she saw before.

Especially the little girl nestled next to Mr. Mo, as quiet and well-behaved as a little kitten, which really makes people feel soft in their hearts.

After returning home and talking about Yang Yongqing's house with Wang Cuilian, Wang Cuilian also sighed and said: "Judging from the fact that Yongqing gave the porridge to Mr. Mo, Yongqing should have known it, but he has a messy personality. What’s on my mind, I don’t say it with my mouth.”

Yang Ruoqing also smiled and nodded: "That person of his talks duplicity."

My mouth says no, no, no, but my body is very honest.

A while ago, I disliked Mo's in a hundred ways, saying how dirty and smelly Mo's was. What's the result?

The result was a second child!

"I stayed there for a while today. I just liked to see the little girl clinging to Mr. Mo. It made my heart warm. I'm really happy for the little girl." Yang Ruoqing added.

Wang Cuilian was also full of emotion and said: "A child cannot live without his mother. I can see that with the little girl from the Yongqing family. That child is smart and smart, and she will know things earlier than other children of the same age."

Yang Ruoqing felt the same way. The daughter of Zhao Liuer's family was obviously older than the little girl.

But Niuniu from Zhao Liuer's family is not as sensible as the little girl from Yang Yongqing's family. This should be related to the environment in which she grew up.

The daughter of Zhao Liuer's family has been well protected by her parents since she was a child. She also has her brother accompanying her and caring for her, so she can be carefree.

The situation of the little girl in Yang Yongqing's family is different. She has followed her deaf-mute grandma since she was a child. When walking around the village, Jin often couldn't understand what others were saying. Many times, this little girl helped translate and convey.

So not only Yang Ruoqing and Wang Cuilian thought that the little girl became governor too early, but even the people in the village said so.

"Qing'er, since Mrs. Mo is pregnant with her second child, there is no need to arrange a blind date for Yongqing's marriage, right?" After a while, Wang Cuilian asked again.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "We won't make any arrangements. We have almost two children, and there is still Mo family living in the house. A girl from a good family will probably give up after hearing this!"

Therefore, it is estimated that Yang Yongqing's marriage line in this life will really fall on Mr. Mo in the end.

…

At Lao Wang's house, Yang Huamei also divided the watermelon porridge into two portions at night, one portion for the eldest grandson Zhuangzhuang and the other portion for Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei's nose was bandaged and his face was smeared with medicine. His whole face looked a little swollen, and his eyes were squeezed into a line and stuck inside.

When Zhuangzhuang was eating watermelon porridge, he always stopped, raised his little finger and pointed at Xiaohei, and screamed.

It seems to be saying to Yang Huamei: Look, this big pig head looks like my uncle!

Yang Huamei pressed down her strong little chubby hand, "Stop looking, stop pointing, let's eat porridge!"

Zhuangzhuang still turned his head, peeked at Xiao Hei from the side of Yang Huamei, and even pulled his little face to make faces at Xiao Hei.

Yang Huamei was angry and funny, and coaxed again: "Zhuang Zhuang, good boy, eat porridge. Grandma will feed you porridge."

A spoonful of porridge was fed into Zhuang Zhuang's little mouth. Zhuang Zhuang's little mouth smashed the delicious watermelon porridge. His little hands still pointed at Xiao Hei to show Yang Huamei.

A child's curiosity is like this. If you don't satisfy his curiosity, he will annoy you to no end.

Yang Huamei had no choice but to glance in the direction of Zhuangzhuang's finger and quickly looked away.

"Okay, grandma saw it, come on, let's continue eating porridge."

Another spoonful of sticky watermelon porridge was fed into Zhuang Zhuang's little mouth.

This watermelon porridge was sent over by Yang Ruoqing earlier, saying it was for Zhuang Zhuang.

Although Yang Huamei got so angry and ran away when she was at the Luo family, she felt that she couldn't find any warmth in her parents' home. She was the only one in the world who cared about Xiao Hei, and her parents' family was all fake.

But when the watermelon porridge was delivered to his hand, he named it and said it was for Zhuang Zhuang.

Most of the anger in Yang Huamei's stomach dissipated immediately.

I thought it was because my eldest grandson Zhuangzhuang was so proud that he sent me watermelon porridge.

By the way, this is probably the first time Zhuang Zhuang has eaten watermelon porridge since he was born!

Thinking of this, the traditional things in Yang Huamei's bones came to mind.

I saw her feeding Zhuang Zhuang watermelon porridge while still saying auspicious words.

For example: "My baby eats healthily and grows easily."

"My baby is strong after eating, doesn't get sick, and doesn't behave like a dog."

"My baby is eating safely..."

"Hey!"

A sneer sounded out at an inappropriate time, interrupting the auspicious words Yang Huamei was muttering.

Yang Huamei glanced at Xiao Hei a little unhappily, and when she saw Xiao Hei's swollen and shiny face, she suppressed the scolding words on her lips.

However, Xiao Hei didn't know how to advance or retreat. After sneering, he spoke again.

"It's just a bowl of watermelon porridge, and it's not a miracle medicine. If everyone who eats it doesn't get sick or die, then there will be almost no room for people in the world. There won't be a single grave in the mountains behind the village!"

The more she spoke, the more outrageous she became. Yang Huamei was so angry that she reached out to cover Xiao Hei's mouth.

But he didn't want to touch his nose. He grinned in pain and jumped up from the stool like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Mom, what are you doing? I said what I said, why are you hitting me on the nose?"

Yang Huamei quickly took back the matter and explained in a panic: "Mom didn't mean to hit you, she just touched you by accident."

"So what, how's your nose? It's not bleeding anymore. Why don't you let me take a look at it?"

Still holding the bowl in her hand, Yang Huamei stood up and cast her anxious eyes on Xiao Hei's face, worried that she might have touched the wound again.

Previously, because Xiao Hei secretly ate spicy bean curd, he sneezed too hard and opened the wound in his nose, bleeding a lot.

If you get it again this time, it will be the third time it bleeds, and your nose will have to be destroyed?

So Yang Huamei felt very self-blame at the moment, and even put the bowl in her hand on the table and came over to check on Xiao Hei's nose.

But Xiao Hei avoided it.

"Don't touch me, you're so fake, I don't believe you!" Xiao Hei said loudly.

Yang Huamei frowned, "What are you talking about? If I pretend to be fake, no one in this world will treat you well!"

My nose was bleeding for the second time. Who braved the scorching sun and went to the village to find Wang Sheng?
Chapter completed!