Dressed as a cute kid with a farm: Pick up a brother to farm

Seeing the baby fiddling with his left hand and then his right hand, and occasionally using his little mouth to test, eager to get a bite, Meng Huaishao was amused by her.

He took the steamed cake from the baby's hand and broke it open for her.

He broke off another small piece and put it in her palm, and it was indeed not so hot anymore.

Ye Yaoyao pinched a small piece of steamed cake, blew on it, and then couldn't wait to put it into her mouth.

"good to eat!"

The pink little mouth is wrapped with steamed cake, the cheeks are puffed up, and she doesn't forget to praise it.

"If it tastes good, eat more."

Meng Huaishao broke off another piece of steamed cake for her and put it in her hand, then went to scoop up the millet porridge.

The carrot rice flour steamed cake is soft, glutinous, sweet, but relatively speaking, it is still a bit dry, so it is just right to pair it with some millet porridge.

Ye Yaoyao stuffed herself with steamed cake seriously, her little mouth making smacking sounds non-stop, while Meng Huaishao fed her millet porridge beside her.

There was no other way. With the soft and glutinous steamed cake in front of him, the baby would not eat the millet porridge if he didn’t feed him.

Because babies don't have the coordination of their hands well enough, if they use one hand to steam the cake and the other hand to stir the spoon, they will get everything sticky.

Ye Yaoyao found it troublesome and simply refused to eat the millet porridge.

Meng Huaishao was worried that the porridge was too dry and would choke the baby, so he fed the baby porridge diligently and didn't even have time to eat himself.

"Pot, eat!"

Ye Yaoyao broke off a piece of steamed cake and handed it to Meng Huaishao.

Meng Huaishao subconsciously opened his mouth and the still hot steamed cake was stuffed into it.

"Well."

"Pot, is it delicious?"

The baby's voice was soft, and his big, clear, glassy eyes reflected the boy's face clearly.

"good to eat!"

Meng Huaishao subconsciously chewed twice and felt that the steamed cake was too sweet, and the sweetness went straight to his heart.

He didn't put any sugar in it?

Little did they know that it was not the steamed cake that was sweet, but the baby that was sweet.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Ye Yaoyao was very happy. She fed him another bite, and Meng Huaishao cooperated and ate it.

As if she had found some fun, Ye Yaoyao also started feeding the baby.

You feed me a mouthful of millet porridge, and I feed you a mouthful of steamed cake. We are having fun, no, we are having fun eating.

In the end, Ye Yaoyao was full, but she still insisted on feeding Meng Huaishao.

Meng Huaishao had no choice but to sit opposite the baby and let her feed him happily.

In the end, Meng Huaishao ate the entire plate of steamed cake. He was so full that he could not walk and even dared not drink the millet porridge.

Meng Huaishao leaned back in his chair, holding his round belly, and smiled at the baby, who also had a round belly.

Sometimes, being able to accompany each other and having enough food and drink is happiness.

No matter what happens in the outside world, they are always happy.

After resting for half an hour, Meng Huaishao felt his stomach better. He did not rush to work, but took the baby for a walk around the farm.

My stomach is still full. It will hurt my health if I work now!

Take a hundred steps after a meal, and you will live to be ninety-nine. [Note 1]

Meng Huaishao didn’t know whether he could live to be ninety-nine, but taking the baby for a stroll after dinner was pleasant enough.

"Guoguo, I want to eat bananas!"

Ye Yaoyao pointed to the banana tree full of golden fruits.

"Is your little tummy not full?"

Meng Huaishao squatted down and touched the baby's round belly, which was still bulging.

"Don't support!"

Ye Yaoyao is a little girl but she is stubborn.

Seeing this, Meng Huaishao had no choice but to pick bananas for her.

Bananas grow in bunches, and it is not easy to pick one from the tree without damaging other bananas.

Meng Huaishao searched for several bananas before he finally broke off a banana from the corner.

I broke the banana into two halves, put one half on the small dining table, and peeled the other half and gave it to the baby to chew.

"Eat it!"

"Great!"

Ye Yaoyao's eyes were sparkling. She held the banana in her little hands, rubbed it gently with her two baby teeth, and slowly scraped the banana puree and ate it.

Meng Huaishao continued to push Ye Yaoyao's small dining chair and walked around slowly.

After walking around the farm space twice, Ye Yaoyao only had a hole in the banana in her hand.

There's nothing she can do, she's just greedy and her stomach is still full!

If you eat any more, it will come out of your throat!

After the walk, the baby was still full, so Meng Huaishao went to harvest vegetables and plant seeds by himself, and then took Ye Yaoyao out.

It was too late yesterday, and the fence of the yard was just made up of branches. If I want to repair it, I still have to cut bamboo.

Fences made of bamboo are much stronger and more durable.

Moreover, he was planning to reinforce the house and had to find soil to make mud bricks.

I don’t have any spare money to hire anyone for help, nor enough to buy bricks, so I can only figure out how to do it myself.

It's not that we can't hire someone. The food in the farm space is enough to hire someone to build a house, but...

As I said, Ye Yaoyao’s safety is the most important thing. As for the rest, he can take his time.

Anyway, there is still time, no rush.

The bamboo forest was not far away, so Meng Huaishao set off with his baby on his back and a hatchet.

When they arrived at the small bamboo forest, they found a suitable place to put the baby and the backpack down, and hung a few mosquito repellent incense bags on the edge of the backpack. Then they went to cut bamboo.

There is no need to be too particular about the bamboo used for making a fence, as long as it is of uniform thickness.

Meng Huaishao carefully selected two bamboos, split off a part of the bamboo branches, and took them home.

Just as he was about to go home, Meng Huaishao suddenly remembered something. He walked around the bamboo forest again, picked out several bamboos of different thicknesses, and cut them all down.

He dragged the last few bamboos he had cut and came to Ye Yaoyao.

"Yaoyao, can you collect these bamboos? I'll make you some toys later."

"good!"

Ye Yaoyao reached out and touched the bamboo branch that Meng Huaishao pulled over. After putting the bamboo into the farm space, she looked at him with her bright big eyes and asked her doubts.

"Doing what?"

"Keep it secret!"

Meng Huaishao wanted to rub the baby's head, but he held back because his hands were dirty.

He pulled his half-extended hand back abruptly, with a mysterious smile on his face.

"You'll know when I'm done."

"All right!"

Ye Yaoyao stopped asking questions and sat obediently in the backpack, holding her cheeks with her hands and blinking her big eyes cutely.

If Meng Huaishao wants mystery, she should give it to him generously!

Anyway, she will know it sooner or later!

In fact, Meng Huaishao didn’t want to say it, but he was not sure if he could do it well. If he couldn’t do it well, wouldn’t the baby’s expectations be in vain?

He has made many things, but he has never made toys. Who knows if he can succeed?

If you are not 100% sure about something, it is better not to say it at the beginning. If it is done, you will be surprised. If it is not done, you will not be disappointed.

After collecting the spare bamboos, Meng Huaishao picked up the backpack again and went home dragging the two bamboos he had cut earlier.

The two bamboos, both with lush branches and leaves, dragged along the road with a rustling sound, sweeping away many dead branches and leaves on the mountain road.

[Note 1]: Take a hundred steps after a meal, and you will live to be ninety-nine - a proverb.