Madam is a Superstar

At the same time, in Shanwai Village,

After Grandpa Song and Grandma Song returned to the village, almost everyone in the village came to the Song family courtyard.

You ask this, I ask that, and the words come one after another. Until now, the people in the small courtyard have not yet left.

Uncle and aunt, then you will stay for three days when you come back this time? Why don't you stay for a few more days? Although our village is not as good as outside,

But the air here is much better than outside, and the water is also from the mountains. I recently watched a video and said that the water outside is bleached.

Eating it is not good for your health. Besides, how well do I raise those chickens, ducks and geese in your house for you?

When I come back this time, I will stay in the village for a few more days, and then call Qing Yatou and ask her to bring the child back for us all to see...

The speaker is Aunt Xiang who lives next door. Anyway, her home is close so she is in no hurry to leave. I will ask this question to satisfy my desire for gossip.

At the same time, I helped the two elders tidy up and clean the yard quickly. Aunt Xiang would come to clean the yard every half month.

This was what I had promised and paid for before. Now I just want to tidy up the house so that I can sleep at night and take out the quilt to dry it.

The eggs produced by our own chickens, ducks and geese are more delicious than those from outside, and they are also nourishing. How can you, Miss Qing, not take good care of her body after giving birth...

Aunt Xiang was one of the best talkers in the village, and she never stopped talking.

Don't say what Aunt Xiang said,

The two elders are really moved. They have been staying with the two children for almost a year. The palace has good food, clothing, and money.

The in-laws are also easy to get along with, but there is always an empty space in their hearts.

Where I have lived for most of my life, there is no place where I can not think about it, and there is no place where I can just let it go.

No,

As soon as Aunt Xiang left, Grandpa Song and Grandma Song discussed it together.

Ayou moved a bench and sat outside to watch the scenery of the mountain village, with a cigarette between his fingers.

Seeing the two elders coming over and standing up, I subconsciously wanted to put out the cigarette burning with scarlet sparks.

Grandma Song waved her hand, Don't worry, kid. The old man also likes to smoke his dry cigarettes. Grandma, I've been used to smelling them all my life.

My child is like this...

Grandma Song put the bamboo chair she had brought over on the ground, sat down and talked to Ayou about how she and her wife were going to stay in the country for a while longer.

I didn’t mention crossing time and space to return to the Great Abyss. The main reason was to let Ayou go back tomorrow.

By the way, I took the chickens, ducks, geese and some local products back home to feed my granddaughter.

Seeing Ayou's expression of embarrassment, Grandma Song patted Ayou on the shoulder and said, Look at you, I'm just here to inform you so that you can be prepared.

I'll call Ayu and the girl later and tell them, you don't have to worry.

Ayou breathed a sigh of relief, Sure, grandma, I can do whatever the master and madam agree with me.

Grandma Song pursed her lips and said cheerfully, Okay, can you eat goose meat? Let's kill a goose and make a goose stew in an iron pot for lunch. It's time for dinner.

Yes, I'll catch the goose. You decide which one you want to stew.

Geese can run very fast and are not afraid of people. If the old man has weak legs, it is better for him to catch them.

That's good, that goose meat...

At lunch time, the aroma of food wafted from every household in Shanwai Village. The goose stewed in an iron pot in the Song family courtyard had the largest and longest aroma.

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Six p.m,

There was constant chatter in the elegant room of No. 1 Palace Royal Dining Room. Logically speaking, it was still in the confinement stage.

Neither Song Qing nor Chang Ying is suitable for children to go out and mess around, but if conditions permit,

We were picked up and dropped off all the way in a luxury car, and the little one was in a comfortable stroller that was protected from the wind and warm, so it didn’t hurt.

Sister-in-law, look, as soon as you talk to eldest brother, he thinks your little baby is awesome, so smart~

Wen Ruoruan speaks softly and softly, and since becoming a mother, she has even started to talk in repetitive words. Her whole person is filled with gentleness and the holy brilliance of maternal love.

The kid Chang Ying ate his hands and still liked this aunt with a nice voice. He blinked his innocent eyes.

Chao Wen snorted softly and softly. She was so sensible and cute that it made you want to hold her in your arms and give her a good smack.

Wen Ruoruan liked it even more. She picked up the little guy from the stroller and played with him.

After a while, Pei Wenmian, the little dumpling in the other stroller, became unwilling. She pursed her lips and hummed aggrievedly.

Trying to attract Mommy's attention, but unfortunately failed, then the little girl sniffed,

Wow wow wow~

It was very sad to cry, but the interesting thing is that the sound of crying is still the kind of twists and turns.

Be good, don't cry, don't cry, Auntie Qing can give you a hug, okay?

Song Qing held the little girl in her arms and coaxed her softly. Needless to say, she was full of love for her. After all, she had identified with pink dumplings from the beginning.

Who knows that things in the world are unpredictable, and it is her fault that she is not profound enough.

Hmph...

When Pei Wenmian saw someone hugging her and coaxing her, her cries gradually faded, but she soon realized that it was not Mommy.

Reluctantly, a pair of clear deer eyes were instantly covered with mist, and then she cried to everyone in the private room.

I'll do it, Mianmian accepts life.

Pei Sinian was chatting with two friends. He had been paying attention here since his daughter started crying. Seeing that his sister-in-law had no way to get her little cotton-padded jacket, she came over in time.

good.

Song Qing was a little at a loss because Chang Ying's child has been very well-behaved by her mother since birth.

And he didn’t recognize life. Of course, there were times when he and the little girl Wen Mian couldn’t stop crying.

However, it was usually wet nurses and nannies who experienced this kind of scene, and she had not experienced it yet.

Sister-in-law, Mianmian must be hungry. I'll carry her to the private room next door to feed her.

Wen Ruoruan was still a little shy when she said it. After all, besides Brother Si Nian and Jiang Ting, they were also in the private room.

Fortunately, Nangong Yu and Jiang Ting were both polite and polite people, so they just pretended not to hear and continued talking about their own affairs.

Do you want Xinghe and I to accompany you there?

Song Qing took over her son and said with concern, she still admired Wen Ruanruan for choosing to breastfeed.

She also tried it, whether she should say it or not. What Donor Huo said before about children not knowing the importance of things is well-founded. It really hurts.

But the time was short, because Ying'er disliked her as an old mother and didn't want to have a nanny, and now she wanted milk powder.

No, sister-in-law, I'll go with Ruanruan, and you two can chat. Pei Sinian refused on behalf of Wen Ruanruan, and the couple quickly took their children to the private room next door.

The door of the private room closes automatically by sensor.

Jiang Xinghe leaned over and teased the infant human cub, then smiled and whispered,

Sister-in-law, don't look at Si Nian as a gentle and gentle gentleman. In fact, he is a paranoid and possessive than anyone else.

Speaking of this Jiang Xinghe didn't know what unspeakable old memories came to mind, and he sighed with emotion before continuing,

Paranoid is not a good thing. Fortunately, Ruanruan has changed a lot now and is now a normal person, but he is still petty.