Flowers are blooming in the valley, and birds are chirping.

Tang Huan knelt in front of Master’s grave, feeling a lot of emotion.

"Mom, is the ancestor's mother-in-law lying in this earthbow?" Tangtang knelt beside her mother in a proper manner, staring at the earthbowl like a steamed bun in front of her curiously, leaning against her mother's arm, and asked, her voice sweet and crispy, which was even better than the birds in the forest in the distance.

"No, the ancestor's mother-in-law has become a ghost and god. My mother missed her so much, so she built this grave. When she missed her, she came to burn incense for her." Tang Huan changed to sitting cross-legged, hugged her five-year-old daughter to her legs, and hugged her to tell her about the ancestor's mother-in-law: "Last time, my mother told you what it means to pick. Flower thief. Actually, my mother is a pick. Flower thief. The ancestor's mother-in-law is also a pick. Flower thief..."

"Mom, you are lying, you say Cai. The flower thief has to sleep with different men every night, but my mother has only slept with me and my father, so my mother is not Cai. Flower thief!" Tangtang pulled the purse on her waist and explained seriously. As for whether her mother had coaxed her brother to sleep, she had never seen it, so she should just pretend that it was not.

Tang Huan smiled bitterly, and a mistake turned into eternal regret, and she was thrown into her daughter. However, if it weren't for this mistake, she wouldn't have such a lovely pair of children.

She kissed her daughter's little face: "Mom is the same, but my mother only picks your father, and the ancestor's mother-in-law is different. She is very powerful. She can pick whoever she wants..."

"Who is better, mother or grandmaster?" Tangtang raised her head and asked excitedly.

"This, we are all amazing. Mother has picked the best man in the world, that is, your father, so picking him in his life is not a disadvantage. The ancestor's mother-in-law has not met the best man in the world that belongs to her, so she has picked many men, and she is also amazing. How about it, Tangtang wants to be a pick. Do you want to be a flower thief? If you want to be a mother, I will teach you..."

Tangtang blinked and didn't hear what his mother said later. There was only one question in her mind: "How many of the best men are in the world? With a father, what does it mean to belong to the ancestor's mother-in-law?"

Tang Huan scratched her head, why did her daughter have so many questions? When the master asked her if she wanted to be a man, she nodded immediately!

"How to say, every woman will meet many men, one of which will treat her very well, just like your father treats me. So in that woman's eyes, that man is the best man in the world. My grandmother-in-law has never met her so well..." Perhaps the master also met her, but she doesn't want it?

"Will I meet a man who is particularly good to me?" Tangtang asked curiously.

Tang Huan was stunned, would her daughter be?

"Do you want to meet Tangtang?" Thinking of what she said when she told her daughter last time that she was Caihua thief, and when Song Mo heard her and taught her a lesson, Tang Huan realized for the first time that she could not make decisions for her daughter. If her daughter wanted to learn Caihua's skills, she would teach her. If her daughter didn't want to learn, then forget it.

Tangtang stood up from her arms and shouted: "I think! I want to meet a man as good as my father! I don't want to learn from my ancestors and mother-in-law, I want to learn from my mother-in-law, and I want to learn from my mother and be a picking thief who only picks one man!"

Tang Huan looked at his daughter helplessly: "It's not considered a thief who picks only one man."

Tangtang asked her mother in confusion: "Why did she say you are a flower thief?"

"this……"

"I don't care!" Tangtang threw herself into her mother's arms and hugged her tightly: "Anyway, I have to learn from her mother! My mother only sleeps with her father, and I only sleeps with the man who treats me the best. If my mother learns from her grandmother and grandmother, I will also find several men!"

Tang Huanqing couldn't help but hug her daughter's small body, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. What she cried was that she was destined to be unable to find several men. Her daughter learned from her. Isn't the unique skills of the Huamen going to ruin her? What she laughed was that her son insisted on learning from her father if he didn't listen to her, he insisted on learning from his father's cute little face all day long, but her daughter liked her and took her mother the most seriously.

"Okay, when you grow up, I will help you choose the best man!" Tang Huan gritted his teeth and made a decision. Anyway, since she couldn't see the master, she didn't have to be angry!

Tangtang twisted and stood up again, hugged her mother's neck and said, "Don't need mother to help me. My brother said he had to do his own things, and I also had to choose my man. Mom, teach me how to choose men, just like, how did you choose father?"

The innocent words fell into Tang Huan's ears but were enlightened.

Yes, she can't control her daughter's love to find a few men, but she can teach her daughter the means to subdue men! In this way, who will her daughter like in the future, she will be able to hook the other party in an instant, and then...

Then he was married to the stinky brat who didn't know where he was hiding?

Forget it, just marry it. It’s better than seeing a man but not being able to eat it in the future.

"How did I pick your father? This is a long story. At that time, my mother had just gone down the mountain and settled in the inn. When her father was eating, her mother came in. At that time..."

"Mom, stop talking, Daddy and the others are here!" Tangtang suddenly covered her mother's mouth and said quietly.

Tang Huan was startled, hurriedly pulled down his daughter's hand and said loudly: "Your father is so powerful in martial arts. Hundreds of people can't beat him... Ah, have you two finished practicing swords?" He stood up with a smile, patted the soil on his butt.

Song Mo looked at her suspiciously in a gray shirt, then squatted down and picked up the daughter who rushed over. He wrapped her calves with his big hands, and asked her softly while walking to the other side of the house: "Be good at Tangtang, what did you say to your mother just now?" That fool did not live that kind of life when he met him. Now he finally let her feel relieved. How could he let her teach her daughter like that? Don't think about it!

Tangtang kissed her father on the face and said obediently: "Mom tells me that Dad is fighting with people. Dad, can you really fight hundreds of people?" Last time Dad scolded her mother, Tangtang heard that although it turned out to be Dad to coax her mother, she still didn't want them to be angry. It's good for Dad to be a good mother. Since Dad doesn't want her to learn the ability to choose a good man from her mother, she secretly learns from her mother and doesn't tell her father.

Song Mo didn't expect that his daughter would lie by herself at such a young age. He knew that his wife had not done bad things behind her back and felt relieved, "Yes, Daddy's martial arts skills are very good. Does Tangtang want to learn it?"

"I don't want to. I think my brother has worked so hard to practice martial arts. My mother said that it would be enough to practice light skills well, so that others can't beat me even if I want to."

"Okay, then Dad will teach you light skills tomorrow."

"Okay, then Daddy has to wait until I wake up before teaching me. Don't pull me out of the quilt..." Tangtang leaned against Daddy's shoulder and whispered.

As lazy as her mother, Song Mo couldn't help looking back at his wife.

Tang Huan is coaxing his son.

My son's name is A Shou, but his personality is completely different from A Shou in the dream. A Shou in the dream looks like her and likes to stick to her and act coquettishly towards her. However, this son looks seventy percent like Song Mo. Only those peach-blossom eyes follow her. As for the temper...

It’s all because of Song Mo. Since giving birth to a son, he has always looked like a strict father. He was so scared that his son didn’t dare to laugh anymore and followed suit.

As for why his son didn’t learn from himself, Tang Huan attributed the reason to his son’s surname Song Shang!

"Ashou, isn't it hard to practice swords today? Mom will wipe your sweat, right?" Tang Huan walked down with his head and took out a veil to wipe his sweat.

A Shou was eight years old, dressed like Song Mo, with a simple blue shirt on his back, carrying a wooden sword made for him by Song Mo. Seeing his mother approaching, he avoided two steps to the side, opened the distance, and politely refused: "Mom, I don't sweat."

"I'm not sweating... Then I'll kiss my mother!" The son was not fooled, and Tang Huan reached out to pull him.

This time, A Shou didn't even say anything, and just used his light skills to run forward.

Tang Huan chased him from behind: "How dare you run? I can't catch up with your father, and I can't catch up with you... a boring boy!"

The mother and son ran away one after another.

Song Mo seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact he always kept the same distance as Tang Huan. When he saw his wife running for a long time before carrying her son on her shoulder to fight, he taught his daughter earnestly: "Did you see it? If you don't practice your skills well, your light skills will be as bad as your mother in the future. It will take so long for you to catch up with your brother."

Tangtang blinked her eyes, and for the first time she felt that her mother's words were a bit unreliable. She ran so slowly, how could she not be beaten?

However, looking at the father who had been following his mother, Tangtang figured it out again.

As long as she finds a man with such a good father, it doesn't matter how bad her martial arts are, because her man will help beat the bad guy away.

Sure enough, it is the most important thing to choose the best man in the world!

The daughter didn't speak for a long time, and Song Mo dripped her little nose: "What are you thinking?"

"I wonder what we'll have to eat tonight, Daddy, I want to eat the porridge you made with your own hands and the roasted rabbit meat..."

"Okay, Daddy will do it for you."

In the valley full of soft light, there were mothers and sons playing in front, and behind were fathers and daughters talking softly. The family of four was gradually drifting away, and it seemed like a painting.

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