Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

The bamboo forest was a little desolate, and a few bamboo leaves would fall down when the wind blew. Wen Geyin squatted underneath to search, but he had an upright posture, clear eyes and brows, and was truly a gentleman like jade.

"Qingyun, come here, I dug one." Wen Geyin turned the ground with a small shovel and saw a plump winter bamboo shoot.

Qingyun was very surprised. This was not much different from what was sold in the vegetable market.

"Would you like to try it too?" Wen Geyin handed the small shovel to Qingyun, then pointed to a place and asked her to gently scrape off the layer of soil on it. Sure enough, a plump winter bamboo shoot was hidden underneath.

"Oh, it's bamboo shoots." Qingyun was a little excited, because she dug them out herself.

Wen Geyin laughed and found a few more positions for her to dig slowly, while he watched from the side to prevent her from accidentally hurting herself.

Chang Jin was so angry when he saw this that his tongue touched his back teeth. He snorted from time to time to express his dissatisfaction, but his hands did not slow down at all. One plump bamboo shoot after another was put into the basket, making a lot of noise, hoping to attract the attention of the two men.

By the time the basket was full, it was getting dark. The two people in charge of Fufeng Fort were not there today. Fu Shengyu had gone out to discuss a cooperation, and no one knew what Feng Huayang was doing now.

Qingyun was entrusted to Wen Geyin's care, so he rushed back today.

When he put away his tools, Wen Geyin glanced at the basket and couldn't help but praise, "Qingyun is awesome. The bamboo shoots he dug are big and intact."

Qingyun felt a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and looked at the bamboo shoots in the basket shyly. He was a little greedy. He wondered how delicious the bamboo shoots would be if stewed in soup.

"Ajin is also very good. He remembered everything I taught him last time and dug a lot quickly."

Chang Jin's face was slightly red, and he looked a little tired. He snorted softly as if he was dissatisfied, "I have always been smart and capable."

"This family can't leave without Ajin, so please carry the basket later." Wen Geyin smiled and returned the tools, and also took a few bamboo shoots to give to Wang Tiande.

Chang Jin pouted and looked unhappy, feeling that Wen Geyin was coaxing a child. He was not a little fool, but he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, as he always enjoyed compliments.

On the way back, Wen Geyin walked in front holding Qingyun, and Chang Jin followed behind carrying a basket. They looked like a family of three, which made Lin Song, who was passing by, a little envious.

Qingyun really likes being held in arms. She didn’t think much of it before, but now every time she is held in arms she can feel the other person’s real love. She is very addicted to this feeling. She thinks she must have been envious of other children being held in arms before.

After returning to Qingfenglangyuan, Wen Geyin took out some of the toys he had prepared here, including a puppet puppy, a toy car and a Barbie doll.

The difference is that these Barbie dolls are male and female, old and young, and even tall, short, fat and thin. What's more exaggerated is that the matching clothes are packed in a 24-inch suitcase, and the matching accessories are placed in a wooden box.

Wen Geyin was very satisfied. In fact, if children look and try more by themselves, they will be able to feel what is beautiful and what is ugly. It is very important to cultivate aesthetic intelligence.

Qingyun was very interested. This was much more fun than a Barbie doll that only had a few clothes and was used purely for decoration.

In the kitchen, Wen Geyin was peeling the skins of winter bamboo shoots, and Chang Jin was wandering around, trying to find something to do.

"You can go play with Qingyun. I can be alone here."

"If I go, I might disturb her. Don't you want to cultivate her independent thinking to a greater extent?"

Chang Jin was a little frustrated and a little envious. He didn't have much affection for his biological parents. He was just a tool from beginning to end. He was born because of the requirement of his ancestors to pass on the family line and his parents' need for a labor force.

The first time in his life that someone gave him genuine warmth was from Feng Huayang, and the first time that someone formally desired him was from Wen Geyin. He didn't want to monopolize Feng Huayang, he just wanted Feng Huayang to pay a little more attention to him.

More secretly, he wanted Wen Geyin to pay more attention to him. Wen Geyin was the same to everyone, and he wanted a little exception.

Then Fu Qingyun appeared. At first he liked this child very much. He didn't cry loudly or make trouble, but Feng Huayang and Wen Geyin shifted their attention away.

Feng Huayang likes this little niece and treats Qingyun as his own daughter. Perhaps because Wen Geyin loves Qingyun so much, or perhaps because of his demeanor and noble character, he takes better care of the child.

The three of them were a bit like a family of three, and he couldn't fit in. Without Wen Geyin's help, he was like a guest here. But originally he was one too, but now, he was like a guest rejected by the host.

It had only been a few days, and Wen Geyin no longer played childish games of competing for favor with him, nor did she make delicious bread for him. She had even become more polite to him and no longer ordered him to do any work.

In fact, he quite likes being ordered around, as it makes him feel like a family member, because only guests are reserved.

The little idiot didn't even know what she had taken away! The little idiot was the guest, not him!

Wen Geyin was a little surprised by Chang Jin's low mood. Could it be that this child had reached his rebellious stage?

"Then go and wash the kitchen utensils. You ate in the cafeteria during the days I was away, right?" Wen Geyin chuckled, with a hint of helplessness in her tone, "Did you get up to eat breakfast too?"

Hearing this concern, Chang Jin's eyes reddened, and he quickly lowered his head to hide it. He quickly washed the kitchen utensils and tried to sound casual, "I'm not stupid. I will eat when I'm hungry. Besides, there's the bread you made last time in the refrigerator."

"Well, I found it was gone when I came back. I'll make some more tomorrow. You have to come and help."

"I got it." Chang Jin pretended to be impatient, but in fact he was already feeling oddly happy in his heart. He knew that this family couldn't do without him.

The preparations for cooking were quickly completed. Chang Jin didn't want to go out and play with the little fool, so he had to hang around in the kitchen again.

Wen Geyin sighed in her heart. Fortunately, the kitchen was big, otherwise the little fool Chang Jin would have fainted by now.

"Ajin, I remember you like fish soup. It will be more delicious if we stew it with winter bamboo shoots. Go to the cafeteria and get two crucian carps." Wen Geyin gave the little fool who was mopping the pool for the third time something to do.

"it is good."

As expected, the little fool ran out happily, showing some of the vitality of a teenager, not as delicate and artificial as before.

"Alas, this family can't live without me." Wen Geyin sighed while firing.

The flame shot out, and was a little shaky at first, but soon stood firm. Wen Geyin's eyes were gentle. He felt that this flame was very much like Ajin, and hoped that Ajin would continue to move upward like this in the future.