The happy little days of the Ye family

After Tang Xiaojing got off the bus, Tangshan ignored him and drove the bullock cart anxiously home to pick up his grandson.

When Tangshan returned home, Ye Qingqing sat on the stone table in the front yard holding Chenchen who had just woken up.

As soon as Tangshan returned home, even Honeysuckle didn't bother to clean up. After washing her hands, she quickly took Chenchen from Ye Qingqing's arms, and the grandson and grandson had a good time.

"Chenchen, my dear grandson, do you miss grandpa?"

"Yeah..."

Hearing the familiar voice, the little guy hummed twice.

"Chenchen is so good, do you miss grandpa?"

Tangshan excitedly grabbed Chenchen's gradually rounded little hand and kissed it twice.

"Uh-huh……"

"Beep, bab, bab..."

Tang Xiaojing and Tang Shan usually hugged the little guy. Chenchen was quite happy to be held by his grandfather, babbling and saying words that no one could understand.

After the grandfather and grandson finished making love, Ye Qingqing asked with a smile:

"Dad, is this year's honeysuckle harvest okay?"

Tangshan rubbed the sparse hair on Chenchen's head again and said cheerfully:

"It's not bad. Today is the second crop of honeysuckle harvested. It's almost the same as the first one. The one dried last time was about 17 kilograms. This time it should be about the same."

On the two hills at home, Tang Xiaojing planned to grow some valuable herbs such as Polygonatum, Angelicae Sinensis and Polygonum multiflorum.

Although honeysuckle can be harvested every year, it is not expensive and is too light.

It takes a strong laborer a long time to pick only about two kilograms of fresh honeysuckle. It is too labor-intensive. It is better to plant more medicinal materials that are easy to take care of.

However, there were already honeysuckles on the two hills, although the Tang family and his son did not deliberately plant more.

After the original honeysuckle has grown over the past few years, its branches have grown longer and more. After one year, the honeysuckle harvest is still good.

Tangshan played with his grandson for a long time before reluctantly getting up and leading the oxcart to the backyard.

The honeysuckle picked today needs to be spread out to dry early, as it will easily get suffocated over time.

As soon as Tangshan put Chenchen down with his front foot, Tang Xiaojing came back with his back foot.

Tang Xiaojing wanted to hug his son as soon as he came back, but Ye Qingqing dodged him before he could touch him.

"I'm so dirty after working all day. Go wash your hands quickly. Only after they are clean can you hold your son."

Seeing the mother and son looking at him with disgust, the child's father had no choice but to run to the water tank at the door of the kitchen and scoop out a large ladle of water.

After Tang Xiaojing washed his hands, he specifically raised his hands in front of Ye Qingqing to check him, and then took the little guy over.

Tang Xiaojing held his son in his hands, weighed it a few times, and said to the child's mother beside him with a smile:

"This kid is a little heavier again."

"Be gentle, you are just weighing a pig."

Ye Qingqing was afraid that this man was so powerful that he might hurt his son in a serious way.

This little ancestor cried very loudly, which made her head hurt.

Since having this little guy, Ye Qingqing no longer dislikes Ye Xilin for being noisy. Even when the brothers quarrel, she doesn't feel noisy anymore.

Tang Xiaojing shook his strong arms and weighed it a few more times, making the little guy happy.

Looking at his son who was rarely awake, Tang Xiaojing said with a smile:

"This brat is no different from the little piggy in the pig pen. He eats and sleeps all day long. He is not a little piggy."

"Gungun, have you ever said that about your own son?"

Ye Qingqing glared at Tang Xiaojing dissatisfiedly, this brat is a little piggy, so what are the two of them?

Tang Xiaojing didn't notice what Ye Qingqing was thinking. The father and son were having fun.

Tang Xiaojing grabbed his son's armpits with both hands, lifted the little guy in front of his chest and kept swinging it.

"Feifei..."

"We're flying in the morning!"

This is the favorite game between father and son. Tang Xiaojing would lift his son up to play with him every day when he came back.

Seeing that the father and son were having fun, Ye Qingqing ignored them and went to the kitchen to start cooking.

Mrs. Chen had already gone home at this time, but the dishes in the kitchen were already prepared and the big iron pot was washed. Ye Qingqing could just light the fire and stir-fry.

Ye Qingqing was cooking in the kitchen, listening to the laughter of the father and son outside, and felt that it would be good to have a child.

Since Chenchen was born, the house has become much more lively. Moreover, Tang Shan and Tang Xiaojing were even more motivated every day, thinking about saving money for their little one to go to school.

The older one and the younger one were having fun, Tang Xiaojing directly raised his son above his head and walked quickly in the yard.

Ye Qingqing was watching from the side before, fearing that he would drop his son, so he only asked him to lift his son to his chest and swing it around.

Seeing that Ye Qingqing was not there, Tang Xiaojing raised his son above his head, his arms still shaking slightly.

I don’t know whether he plays with his son or the son plays with him.

The height suddenly increased, and the little guy was not afraid at all and was still smiling.

Seeing that his son liked it, Tang Xiaojing walked faster and shook his hands wider.

The small courtyard of the Tang family was filled with the laughter of father and son.

The good times didn't last long, and soon I heard Tang Xiaojing's violent and thunderous voice.

"Tang Muchen, you stinky boy--"

Ye Qingqing had just finished cooking a dish when he heard the child's father jumping anxiously and came out curiously to see what was going on.

The father and son were playing at the door of the kitchen just now. When Ye Qingqing came out, he saw that Tang Xiaojing's hair was wet and there were a few drops of light yellow water on his forehead.

Tang Xiaojing shook off the water drops dripping from his head with a dark face. The little guy in his arms looked at him innocently with his round eyes open.

No need to think about it, it must have been the little guy peeing.

"Hahahahaha..."

"Hahahahaha..."

"Hahahahaha..."

Ye Qingqing looked at Tang Xiaojing's embarrassed look and laughed so hard that he couldn't even stand upright.

"Hahahaha, I told you not to lift the child above your head, but you didn't listen. Now your son is helping you wash your hair, are you happy?"

"You're still laughing, hurry up and change this brat's diaper."

Before handing his son to Ye Qingqing, Tang Xiaojing slapped his son's pouty butt in retaliation.

"You brat, are you taking revenge on me for calling you a little piggy?" There was a bit of gritted teeth in the voice.

Ye Qingqing took over his innocent-looking son and couldn't hold back another series of laughter.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Ye Qingqing didn't want to laugh, but couldn't help it.

Seeing that Tang Xiaojing's face turned a little darker, Ye Qingqing managed to hold back his laughter.

"Don't talk nonsense. My son is still young. How can he understand you calling him a little piggy?"

Ye Qingqing carried Chenchen back to the house and cleaned up his son in a short while.

Tang Xiaojing saw that his clothes were also wet with urine, so he simply took clean clothes and took a shower.

He was still cursing when he went there.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Ye Qingqing couldn't help but laugh again.

When Tang Xiaojing came back from taking a bath, he saw that the little guy was already asleep.

Tang Xiaojing leaned over and tapped the little guy's straight nose and smiled:

"Eat and sleep every day, you're not a little piggy."

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

Tang Xiaojing had just finished wiping his hair halfway when Ye Qingqing's voice calling for dinner came from the yard.

Xia Tian's hair dries quickly, so Tang Xiaojing simply stopped wiping it, threw away the handkerchief in his hand, and walked quickly to the hall.

Eating was important. The chef who cooked lunch was very average. He didn't eat much and was already hungry.

Being used to the food cooked by Ye Qingqing and Ye Mu, Tang Xiaojing felt that his mouth was being tricked.