Seeing that he just complained a few words casually, his youngest son actually worked hard and wanted to get the kitchen knife back for himself at night. It seems that in the future, I will love Yao Zu'er more, this is really a good son of filial piety.

Seeing the expression on Uncle Gong Jian's face, he went from confusion to suspicion to firmness, and then a look of satisfaction. Uncle Gong Jian didn't have to think carefully to understand what she was thinking in her heart. He waved his hand impatiently, "Alright, let's go to sleep." I know how to toss around all day long. ”

The actual situation is that Uncle Gong Jian was a little apprehensive, he didn't expect that his little son would take such a big risk to go to Gong Jian's house and take out the kitchen knife left there for his mother just because of a few complaints from his mother.

Yaozu, what the hell does this kid think? Don't he know that he is a scholar and should cherish his feathers. If this were known to others, what would people say about him? Just because of this kitchen knife, a few words of complaining, he did such a brainless thing.

Uncle Gong Jian snorted coldly in his heart, this kid still thinks too little, and he still has to educate him well in the future. Of course, he resolutely won't admit it, he just thinks that his younger son is more inclined to his stupid mother, and he is a little jealous.

Seeing her man turn his head back and prepare to fall asleep, Uncle Gong Jian woke up from the full sense of happiness just now. As soon as she woke up, she immediately said, "Alas, the master, don't sleep yet." I've got to go see our ancestors. This kid doesn't know what happened just now, but don't scare Yaozu. Listen to those people, but I still hear a shout. ”

At this time, Aunt Gong Jian's heart was full of worry, and she remembered it now, but when those people came, they all heard a miserable shout, and they were awakened.

She is now a little worried about her youngest son, I wonder if the youngest son is injured, or if he twisted his foot like he was in charge, if so, the scream should have happened to her youngest son. Aunt Gong Jian was a little afraid of this possibility, and quickly suppressed this bad thought. At the same time, in my heart, I bless the gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of all parties, don't let my little son get hurt.

She now hoped that Yaozu had encountered something else on the way. It wasn't from his youngest son, so that's fine.

At this time, Uncle Gong Jian was anxious, so she wanted to check as soon as possible, whether her youngest son was injured somewhere, or where he was frightened. Her son is so filial, of course she, a mother, must show something.

But before Uncle Gong Jian walked out of the door, Uncle Gong Jian stopped her by saying something: "Okay, don't make trouble." If there was something that Yaozu couldn't solve, he would have come to us a long time ago.

Now that there's no movement on his side, you can give me a stop. Besides, the neighbors on the left and right have just returned, maybe they haven't slept soundly, and you're making some noise here, and you're calling them over again. I don't care, you can settle this matter yourself. ”

Uncle Gong Jian's words suddenly fixed Uncle Gong Jian's mother there. She also remembered at this time, no matter what, if she let others know that Gong Yao's group carried the ladder out, she wanted to enter Gong Jian's house. What do people think of their youngest son?

Even if he explained to others that his son moved the ladder out and wanted to enter Gong Jian's house, just to get the kitchen knife back for her, a mother, how could others believe such a thing?

Besides, wouldn't people ask, why did your kitchen knife appear in Gong Jian's house? This is pulling out the radish and bringing out the mud. Do you want to confess the good things you and your own men have done to others?

After a long psychological struggle, Uncle Gong Jian finally obeyed her man's instructions, carefully climbed into bed, and simply continued to sleep.

On the other side of the courtyard, Gong Yaozu, who had been hiding under the covers, finally heard the people in the courtyard slowly disperse, and the small courtyard returned to calm.

He slowly crawled out of the quilt, and with this movement, he immediately felt that his whole body was about to fall apart, and every part was criing out for pain. He didn't dare to touch his face, his face seemed to be swollen now, his face was tightened, and even his teeth on one side were a little loose.

But now he has no choice but to wrap the quilt on his body tightly and persuade himself to fall asleep quickly, and it will be good to fall asleep, and sleep to relieve a thousand sorrows.

The night passed like this, and early the next morning, Aunt Gong Jian got up early. She prepared breakfast, and then knocked on her son's door, "Yaozu, my mother has brought you breakfast." ”

I didn't hear my son's answer for a long time, and Aunt Gong Jian pushed the door and wanted to go in, but found that her son's room was locked from the inside.

This is a rare thing, his son has never intervened in the door at home since he was a child, not to mention that in the past few months, Uncle Gong Jian has often checked his son's reading, so Gong Yaozu will not make this matter of interfering in the door.

With breakfast in hand, Aunt Gong Jian knocked on the door a few more times. She didn't dare to let go of the loud shouting in her throat, so she could only call in a low voice: "Yaozu, Yaozu, wake up and open the door for your mother." Yaozu. ”

But no matter how much she cried, there was still no answer in the room. Aunt Gong Jian put her ear to the door and listened carefully to the movement inside, and vaguely, she only seemed to hear a slight snoring.

Hearing the slight snoring, Uncle Gong Jian's heart was also relieved, at least it meant that her son was still sleeping. Thinking about it again, he didn't rest at all last night in order to get the kitchen knife back for himself. I don't know how long the youngest son has been preparing before, so it can be seen that he is tired this time.

Aunt Gong Jian's strange satisfaction filled her heart again, and she turned around and put breakfast back in the kitchen and continued to warm it. It's better to wait for your youngest son to get up and then let him eat.

Anyway, now that his own man has broken his foot, it is impossible to peep at his youngest son reading, so he simply let Yaozu sleep well. It's been a hard time for him to come home for the past few months. As a filial and obedient young son who is willing to be motivated, he should also relax occasionally.

Aunt Gong Jian returned to the kitchen, put her youngest son's breakfast in the cauldron, and continued to warm it, she still had to keep this meal, after all, she also hid a poached egg in it. This is her subsidy for her youngest son's food, and it is also a love for her mother.

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