My villain cub is the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Jumping to the back, the excited Lingling was a little tired, sitting on the small bench with a fairy stick in his hand, propping his chin to watch his father light the firework that was made into the shape of a big rooster.

Just as he was curious, Xianyu quickly ran over, scooped him up and ran away, Lingling hugged Pangpang tightly, and hurriedly said: "Father, what are you doing?"

In the next second, the big rooster started to spray fireworks in all directions, with crackling sounds and streamers of various colors flickering, which made Ling Ling's eyes widen in surprise.

"Wow?"

Xianyu played with Lingling until late as if he wanted to make up for everything he owed him before.

At bedtime at night, when Dad went to take a shower, Lingling was so happy that she rolled around on the bed without feeling cold.

Lying there staring at the light in the bathroom, he buried his head in the soft quilt.

He is also a child loved by his father.

Lingling laughed happily, thinking that next time even if grandpa only gave him two pocket money, he would take his father to ride the rocking car together!

Because they played crazy until it was too late, the old man didn't wake them up the next day.

It just so happened that after the relatives in my hometown heard the news of their return, they invited them over for a meal. They were the old man's brothers, who hadn't seen each other for a long time and wanted to get together during the Chinese New Year.

When Xianyu got up and heard the news, he found out the clothes Lingling was about to change, went to the bedside and gently pushed his shoulder.

Normally when Lingling gets quarreled, she likes to shrink into the bed, and when he shrinks, Xianyu hugs him up.

The bewildered child rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, leaned on his father's shoulder, and muttered indistinctly: "Sleep..."

"Get up and go to your second grandpa's house for dinner."

"Well, do you still have to go to grandpa's house tomorrow?"

The cub who was still sleepy started talking nonsense to his father, wanting to stall for a while longer.

If it was at home, Xianyu would let him do it, but the air conditioner has not been repaired and the room is a bit cold, so he picked up the clothes next to him and put them on for him, and replied as he put them on: "No need."

"Is that the third grandpa?"

"No."

Ling Ling is usually quite obedient, but after all, she is just a young child. When she doesn't sleep well, she doesn't make noise or cry, but she is clingier than usual.

As for the posture he wanted to hang on his body, Xianyu was not very good at helping him put on his clothes, so his answer was relatively brief.

"What about the third grandpa?"

Finally, Xianyu helped him put on his socks, put his hands under his armpit and hugged him to stand on his lap, met his gaze and replied seriously: "Well, the third grandfather is waiting for you downstairs. "

"Then hurry up, it's too late to be rude."

Ling Ling, who wanted to wait a little longer, picked up the clothes and began to put them on clumsily, and handed her hands to her father for help when she was not sure.

Today Ling Ling was wearing a light yellow padded jacket, and there were two furry tiger ears on his hat. Xianyu stretched out his hand to pinch it, and then knelt down beside the bed to help him change his shoes.

In the beginning, Xianyu would break out in a sweat just by putting on a sock for him, but after practicing for a while, he can basically do everything.

After packing up, Lingling went downstairs by herself first, checked Pangpang, made sure there was still food in its bowl, rubbed its head a few times, and then walked out into the yard.

Seeing grandpa staying in the yard, he trotted over and shouted as he walked: "Good morning, grandpa, hello third grandpa~"

The old man who was sitting there drinking tea almost choked himself to death when he heard these words. After coughing violently a few times, he stared at the little grandson next to him who patted his back with a small hand and asked, "Who said about the third grandpa?"

"Aren't you going to have dinner at Second Grandpa's house today?"

"Yes, I'll go later."

"So I asked my father if I wanted to go to the third grandpa's house tomorrow, and my father said that the third grandpa was waiting for me downstairs."

After Ling Ling explained the truth, she searched around the yard, and after seeing no one, she muttered in a low voice: "Eh? Where's the third grandpa? Are you in a hurry and left?"

The old man walked up to him with a cane, saw his pure doubt, reached out and knocked his head.

Although it didn't hurt, Ling Ling still hugged her head subconsciously.

"Grandpa has two older brothers, so the third grandpa is the grandpa."

Originally, he wanted to say a few words about his son, but thinking about what Xianyu said, he was right.

Xianyu brought a small bag with him, which contained paper towels and wet wipes, a few packs of snacks, and a thermos cup.

"Come on, Dad."

Lingling held her father with her left hand and grandpa with her right hand, and walked on the country road, taking two steps and jumping twice. Children who grew up in the city found everything new.

The terraced fields on the side of the road are surrounded by yellow rice stubble in this season. After Lingling asked curiously, the old man told him about the whole process of rice from growing to harvesting.

Most of the trees on the side of the road are bare, and it is still a little cold when the wind blows.

When Ling Ling arrived at the second grandfather's house, she obediently greeted a group of relatives.

After a while, the second grandfather who was sitting on it stared at him, turned his head and said to his younger brother: "Let your son take the grandson out to play for a while, stay here and sit with a group of us old men, don't hold back gone."

Ling Ling, who was sitting on a high chair dangling her feet, was still holding melon seeds in one hand, and she was peeling them very seriously. When she realized that they were talking about herself, she stared curiously at the grandfather who was talking.

"Xianyu, take Lingling out to play for a while."

"Yes, go to the field and pull some radishes and bring them back. I planted them myself. There is a lot of water. I also get some of the fancy ones for other dishes. Try to see if the taste is different."

The second grandfather turned his head and asked his daughter to bring them a basket, stood up and walked to the door, pointing to the vegetable field not far away.

When he was young, he also worked hard outside, and his career developed pretty well.

After getting old and retiring, I insisted on returning to my hometown regardless of my children's retention. I grew vegetables, raised chickens and ducks, and talked to the old people in the village. I felt comfortable and at ease.

Xianyu held the basket in one hand and Lingling in the other. There were no guardrails on both sides of the small bridge, so he carried him across for safety.

Lingling squatted next to the vegetable field, stretched out her hand and poked the soil next to the carrot with her fingertips, directly on the hard carrot, and subconsciously turned to look at her father beside her.

"Pull out one and go back and cook porridge for you."

The kid who was still very novel just now, when he heard that he was going to eat for himself, he quickly retracted his hand.

"Dad, don't eat this, let's eat big carrots."

"Alright, but you've already poked this one, so what should you do?"

It is normal for a child to be curious, but as a parent, Xianyu feels that he is ignorant and needs to be taught by himself.

"Well, pull it back, and only eat this one."

Ling Ling grabbed the radish leaf and pulled it out. Self-Teacher shook it a few times to shake off the dirt on it before putting it into the basket.

"Dad, there are Chinese cabbages over there."

"Go and pull one away."

Lingling rarely had the opportunity to touch these things, so she stood by and watched him having fun.

Even though Ling Ling didn't hold onto the cabbage firmly, he sat down on the ground and didn't help. He turned his head to the other side, as if he was looking at the scenery.

Ling Ling, who was sitting there waiting for his father to help him up, didn't hear the footsteps and turned his head to look, and found that his father didn't notice that he fell down.

After thinking for a moment, I decided that face is also important.

I got up and patted the dirt on my buttocks, and then started to touch the Chinese cabbage again, hugging and pulling hard.

This time it was fucked, but because of too much force, he sat down on the ground directly.

"Dad, look at the Chinese cabbage!"

"Well, that's great."

Xianyu walked over with a basket in hand, and finished the vegetables in the vegetable field.

Wen Second Grandpa asked for a small hoe, and together they searched for those shepherd's purses on the side of the road. This thing is not easy to find, and Ling Ling dug for a long time to get a handful.

Beside the big radish and Chinese cabbage, it was inexplicably pitiful.

"Dad, is this dish enough?"

"Go back and make dumplings."

"Oh."

After Lingling finished asking, he found another tree. At this moment, someone called them over to eat. Lingling hurriedly stood up and patted the dirt on his hands, and stuffed his dirty little hands into his father's palm.

"Take it along, it won't fall... ah—"

Before Ling Ling could finish her sentence, she fell to the side first. Fortunately, she didn't feel much pain because of her thick clothes.

After Xianyu picked him up, he still heard him muttering there.

"Look, don't hold it, just fall."

"Okay, Dad is wrong, come and give me a hug."

Putting down the basket, Xianyu took Lingling to wash his hands with hot water.

Today, the people here are all very close relatives, and they are not restrained at all.

Ling Ling sat next to his father, he didn't use his chopsticks very well, and it was a bit difficult to eat, when he was eating the sweet and sour pork ribs seriously, he saw an uncle pouring wine for his father, his eyes widened instantly.

Staring at his father, he gritted his teeth angrily.

Because there are so many elders sitting today, some wine is too busy to be pushed away. After a few toasts to them, someone else filled his glass again.

Just when he sat down, a small hand stretched out beside him, pulling the corner of his clothes and tugging gently.

"Huh? Can't you get what dish you want to eat?"

Lingling leaned close to her father's ear and reminded her in a low voice, "Don't drink too much alcohol."

"It's not good for your health, and it stinks."

Xianyu put fresh vegetables in his bowl, nodded and agreed.

"Okay, Dad promises not to drink too much."

"Um,"

With the supervision of the little ancestor next to him, Xianyu did not drink too much in the back, and pushed everything he could.

It can't be pushed, and there is really no way.After standing up and offering a toast, when he sat down, an angry Ling Ling grabbed his arm.

"baby?"

Xianyu leaned over to call him, and helped him pick up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs that he couldn't reach but liked very much.

"Ok?"

Ling Lingzhao was able to eat the food, but he just ignored his father and didn't even bother to raise his head.

On the way home, Lingling held a large vegetable basket in one hand and grandpa in the other, leaving the disobedient father far behind.