After a while, she took a sip to test the temperature of the water, and it felt almost there. Immediately pour it into the bottle and close the nipple, and shake it vigorously a few times. Quickly rushed upstairs, shouting: "Pete! Peter! My sister is here! My sister is here! Good little baby! Don't cry! We'll be able to eat right away!"

Little Pete has no strength to cry anymore, and now he is crying for a while and then continuing to cry.

Fan Ya put the bottle on the square stool next to the bed, lifted the quilt again, and picked up Pete and let him sit on her lap. After pulling the quilt, the sister and brother were both half-lying in the quilt, and then reached out and took the bottle and stuffed it into Pete's small mouth.

Now Pete finally got into milk, his little mouth sucked quickly, making a "chirp-chirp" milking sound, and his eyes kept staring at his sister in front of him.

Fan Ya watched her younger brother in her arms finally stop crying, and the nerves that had been tense all morning could now relax. He nagged Pete endlessly: "Little Pete! Little Pete! You little villain, you poor worm who can't say anything when you're hungry, my sister is about to make you nervous......"

Little Pete was breastfeeding, looking at his sister, and had been quietly listening to her nagging.

Fan Ya watched little Pete eating and eating, and there was a little milk left at the bottom of the bottle at the back, and before he finished eating, he couldn't open his eyes, and he began to doze off again. When she saw this, she stopped talking, wishing that Pete would go to bed quickly, and that she wanted to sleep for a while.

When little Pete fell asleep, Fan Ya gently put him down and gently pulled the quilt on him to cover him.

She just wanted to lie down next to Pete and continue to sleep, when the grandmother's baby God of Wealth in the courtyard began to make a fuss. Bursts of shouting came from the courtyard, for fear that the brutes would wake Pete up.

Fan Ya thought: Ahhh Oh my grandma! When will your grandma come back? I hate it when you leave by yourself and throw all the troublesome things at home to me. I just fed Pete, the little ancestor, and used it to feed the group of dog ancestors in the yard.

Thinking that she put on her clothes again, she went downstairs to put on the wood stove, there was a pot that had been used to cook hay for a long time, and when she opened it, it was already full of hay.

Fan Ya began to light a fire and heat it, and it didn't take long for the pot to start smoking, learning what her grandmother usually does, and pulling the grass up and down, just touch it and feel that it is not hot.

Then put it in a small bucket, scoop a large bowl of feed in a hemp bag in the kitchen, pour it into the bucket and take a wooden stick and stir well. Carrying the bucket to the yard, first feed the stupid pig, this bucket full of hay poured into the pig's dregs, only less than half a trough, the pig began to "hum chirp" arch.

I went back to the kitchen and scooped up three bowls of feed, and poured it into a broken pot to feed the chickens. Before she could pour the feed down, the chickens fluttered over and pecked at Fan Ya's hand, so frightened that they quickly scattered the feed and led the chickens away.

Finally, when she went to feed the ducks, the ducks saw Fan Ya coming, and a hungry one pecked Fan Ya's bare feet, and she kicked the damn duck away in pain. Dump all the rest of the feed into the duck flock, no matter what they eat, and you're done.

I went upstairs and continued to sleep under the quilt, just lying on the bed, thinking that I should be able to sleep comfortably now!

After a while, Fan Ya heard little Pete start humming again, and her heart suddenly became nervous again. This guy won't be hungry again! Didn't he just get milk?

Thinking of this, she immediately went downstairs and poured a bowl of boiling water to cool it first, preparing it in case she needed to use it.

When Fan Ya went upstairs, little Pete had already begun to cry, Fan Ya lifted the quilt and wanted to hug Pete, but a smell of stinky feces came to her face, so frightened that she directly put Pete back on the quilt and covered him with the quilt.

Immediately rushed out of the bedroom and stood at the door, "Oops! What should I do? I saw that the alarm clock was only seven o'clock now, and I kept stomping my feet and making the old wooden floor "creak-creak".

As Pete cried louder and louder, Fan Ya's heart was so chaotic that she began to keep talking to herself: "Grandma! Come back soon! I can't stand it! You can let me do anything, just don't let me wipe Pete's, I'm afraid! Oh my mother! Come back soon! Pete and I need you! Mommy—Mommy! Grandma-grandma-come back! What should I do-" Later, he sat directly on the floor and cried, crying out all the grievances of the morning and the tiredness of the morning.

Fan Ya cried tiredly, leaned against the threshold and fell asleep in a daze.

There was a dog barking in the courtyard. The chickens screamed everywhere as if they were fleeing for their lives, and each one was more poignant than the other.

Suddenly hearing such a big movement, Fan Ya felt that something was wrong. One of the arrows got up and rushed into the bedroom, opened the small window, and a big black wild dog that didn't know where it came from, was chasing chickens and ducks in the yard.

The ducks "quack-quack-quack" shouted at the throat, and they all drilled into the duck shed in one go, and too many of them were stuck at the door and couldn't get in.

The flocks of chickens fluttered all over the yard, and the was everywhere in fright.

"Oh my God! What's going on today! Why are there so many things! Fan Ya hurriedly closed the window and wanted to go downstairs to catch the wild dog. Hearing that Pete was still crying, the quilt kicked him open again, wondering why I didn't smell Pete's stinky when I came in just now.

I went over and looked at Pete, who was sweating profusely and crying, and his voice was hoarse, a little unbearable, and covered him with a quilt: "Little Pete!" Wait a minute, wait a minute, my sister will go and get rid of that wild dog, and come over to wash your little ass immediately, don't cry! Waiting for my sister! ”

Pete looked at Fan Ya as if he understood, and stopped crying.

Fan Ya quickly ran downstairs, picked up a flat pole from behind the door, and scolded the wild dog: "Where did the wild dog come from, come to our house to make trouble and kill you!" Shoot you! Kill you leper dog...... "Take all your anger out on this wild dog and chase this dog all over the house."

Fan Ya was tired of chasing, and angrily threw the flat pole directly at the wild dog, and the wild dog ran away as soon as he jumped high......

Every time my grandmother boiled water, she used a big pot of water, and there were three large thermos bottles.

Fan Ya picked up two thermos of boiling water and went upstairs to put them on the bedroom floor first. He went downstairs to bring Pete's green plastic basin with cold water, and went upstairs with a small towel.

I went to dig out Pete's little clothes and pants, diapers, diapers, wet wipes, paper towels, and prickly heat powder, and lined them up on the other side of the bed.

Fan Ya learned from Yang Ping, began to mix warm water, laid out the urine pad, and lay on it with little Pete in her arms. Her hands kept trembling as she took off Pete's little pants.

Little Pete knew that his sister was going to wash himself, which made him uncomfortable all morning. Just lay there, not crying or making trouble, motionless at the mercy of Fan Ya.

Fan Ya held her breath to untie her diaper, and a smell of stinky that made her nasty hit her mouth and nose, and she was so disgusting that she wanted to vomit.

Seeing Pete's ass full of and urine, and all the diapers were wet, fortunately it hadn't leaked out yet.

She struggled to restrain her emotions and took out the disgusting diaper. Grabbing little Pete's leg with one hand and lifting him up. I wiped the with a tissue, then wiped it twice with a wet towel, washed Pete's little fart with warm water, then wiped the prickly heat powder, then put him on a diaper, and finally put on his little pants.

After everything was cleaned up, Fanya put Pete back in the bed. At this time, the little guy was much more comfortable, and his restless little hands stretched out from the bed, kept dancing, and began to talk to Fan Ya again: "Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"

Fan Ya looked at little Pete happy, and she was happy too, learning from him: "Uh-huh-hmm!" He teased him with a rattle and kept grimacing Pete.

In the bedroom full of the smell of, the happy laughter of the siblings was constantly heard......