Why not hang yourself on the southeast tree

Mao Dajie put down his things, washed his hands and cooked.

The baseball uniform was torn by the broomstick, leaving a three or four centimeter gap.

[Wife, your clothes are torn.]

Liu Fang rolled her eyes and put the broom back to its place. Don't think she didn't hear the noise of the dog jumping up and down in the study.

[I’ve already beaten you, I’ve already scolded you, calm down, just help me sew it~]

[Okay~ mua~ Wife, you are the best~]

Who could have imagined that a 200-pound bearded hunk could be so nia sai (which means beautiful and powerful) at acting like a spoiled child.

Liu Fang was pressed against the wall and her face was sucked and kissed.

She suppressed her laughter, turned her head away, snorted and didn't look at him.

Mao Dajie has a very good temper. When he gets home, he is like a dough, allowing his wife to knead him into any shape or form.

After taking off his coat, the autumn shirt he was wearing underneath was exposed, reflecting the energy-saving light hanging on the wall, and his old shoulders looked slender.

There was a big red pimple on the shoulder that had already developed white spots.

Three years of new life, three years of old life, and another three years of mending.

The neckline was getting bigger and bigger, and sagging more and more, until it became a straight neckline, but he just couldn't bear to throw it away.

As Liu Fang laughed, tears began to flow uncontrollably.

There was no integrated stove in the kitchen, so a gas stove was placed on a wooden table. There was plenty of gas in the liquefied gas tank, and the fire ignited quickly, glowing blue.

Mao Dajie hummed the song "Daoxiang" while waving the spatula and shaking his head.

The rain had stopped by now. He reached out to open the window on the right, then turned on the electric fan on the left and blew it towards the smoke.

Try not to choke the people sitting in the living room.

[Alas, such a day is actually not so bad...]

Liu Fang put her hands on her stomach and lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

There is new news in the WeChat group of the property owners' committee organized spontaneously, inviting everyone to gather together and sue the developer.

Everyone did this when the news first broke.

However, that company had already filed for bankruptcy and was swamped with debts.

The boss has no real estate or money under his name, and his body is nowhere to be found. Even his family and relatives don’t know where he is.

The court was unable to enforce the decision, so the case was left unresolved.

The mobile phone was placed on a stool beside me, with the same chat window and 99+ unread messages.

Having already been severely disappointed once, she didn't want to bother with it again this year.

[Mom, do you know how to find the diameter from the circumference of a circle? Should we divide the circumference by four?]

Mao Jiawen opened the door, stuck his head out and asked loudly.

【Prosperous! 】

There was a dog's head forced out from under the door.

Liu Fang had a question mark on his forehead.

【What the hell? 】

By the time she came to her senses, she felt her blood pressure soar and she yelled back.

[d=c÷π, you just memorized it the night before yesterday, have you forgotten it? ]

【Wang——】

I’m so angry, there’s nothing wrong with it, don’t accuse me!

[Didn’t you tell me to ask if I didn’t understand? And then you yelled at me after I asked. Women are so hard to please…]

Mao Jiawen muttered to himself, and before his mother's slippers could be thrown at him, he quickly slammed the door shut.

Mao Dajie pretended to be deaf and couldn't hear anything. The marks from the beating he had just received were still there.

Less than two minutes later, the study door was opened again.

[Mom, one last question, really one last question! ]

Mao Jiawen covered his head with his hands, blinking his eyes, looking pitiful.

Liu Fang nodded her chin and motioned for him to speak.

[How to calculate the radius if you know the circumference of a circle? ]

Liu Fang took a deep breath. She gave birth to this child. She gave birth to this child. She was also the one who caused the stupidity.

【r=c÷π÷2！ ！ ！】

This sentence was shouted again.

[Tonight you must write down these formulas for the circumference, diameter and radius of a circle ten times in front of me, or I won’t let you sleep! Do you hear me? ]

Her answer was a loud "bang"!

The door closed again.

[This brat——]

She opened the storage box next to the sofa and took out the needle, thread and embroidery frame.

Half an hour later, Mao Dajie turned off the fire, put the food on the plate, then ran out and cleaned the table.

[Wife, it’s time to eat. Don’t be angry. I’ll deal with him after dinner! ]

He knocked on the study door again.

[Son, it’s time to eat, hurry up! ]

Liu Fang said nothing, holding the needle and thread in her hand, turning the clothes inside out.

Based on the shape of the gap, she used two strands of black and gold thread to ingeniously sew a fish.

The stitches are so fine and dense that they don't look out of place at all.

[If my eyes hadn’t been sore in recent years, I would have picked up the Hunan embroidery passed down by my grandmother. Look, it’s so beautiful! ]

Mao Dajie put the braised sea bass on the table and a big head leaned over to take a look.

A dragon fish with a black background and golden scales is lifelike.

His eyes lit up. If the current house conditions did not allow it, he would have wanted to raise a few golden arowana a long time ago.

[mua! My wife really understands me. A golden fish should not be kept in a pond...]

[When encountering wind and clouds, it will turn into a dragon! 】

[Oh my god, I’m going to get stye——]

Mao Jiawen came out stealthily, and when he turned his head, he saw his parents being affectionate and their foreheads touching, a scene that is not suitable for children.

If he had walked a little slower, they would have kissed.

[Hiss... disgusting! ]

He blocked the developer's way with his foot and went to the kitchen to get dishes and chopsticks.

Serve the rice, a big bowl for each person. After dad's bowl is full, he has to push it down a little and then add another spoonful.

As the son of a henpecked and lazy father, he does have some perspective.

【Prosperous! 】

I want one too! I want one too!

By the way, brother, remember to take out my iron rice bowl, I smell the aroma of braised fish!

You eat meat, I gnaw bones┭┮﹏┭┮

Mao Jiawen had long noticed the dog's drooling and aggrieved expression, and the desire to eat fish was almost written on his forehead.

[Okay, my mom said she was afraid you would get something stuck in your throat, so she only lets you chew the fish head every time. Today, this sea bass has fewer bones, so I'll secretly share a piece of belly meat with you, okay? ]

【Prosperous! 】

Brother Wen is awesome! Brother Wen is the best!

My tail turned into a propeller again.

The whole family sat around the small round folding table. Once they held their bowls, they were not allowed to speak. This was the second rule of the family.

The first rule is to listen to his wife and make a fortune, and the father and son have always strictly followed it.

Mao Dajie is an excellent cook. His cooking skills are very good. Even the soup of stir-fried water spinach with minced garlic can be drunk as a big bowl directly with rice.

Not to mention such mouth-watering meat dishes as twice-cooked pork with green pepper and black bean sauce, braised sea bass, mustard prawns, tofu meatball soup, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Although they have lived in Guangdong since childhood, the family of three still have their ancestral Hunan appetite.

Liu Fang had just a bowl of noodles at noon and was already hungry now.

Mao Dajie was worried that it would be bad for a pregnant woman to eat too much mustard, so he blanched some prawns for her, peeled the shells, and placed them in front of her.

Mao Jiawen did not hesitate to reach over there. He had a strong taste and liked mustard flavor, which was fragrant and pungent.

He quietly threw the sea bass meat, with the large and small bones removed, accurately into the developer's bowl.

For a moment, the only sound that could be heard was chewing, both on and under the table.

The dog's voice is the loudest.