Thinking of the things that Zhu Yanman had been drinking during his confinement period, Cheng Zhi couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Then if my mother asks me to drink this kind of thing again, you will help me drink it." Zhu Yanman said deliberately.

Hearing this, Cheng Zhi agreed without hesitation, and the word "good" moved Zhu Yanman's heart.

Tears rolled in her eyes, in fact, she just said this just jokingly.

She knew in her heart that the soup that the two mothers had worked so hard to make was to nourish her body, how could she not take the hearts of the two old people to heart.

What's more, as long as Cheng Zhi has the heart to help her bear, it will be enough, as for the rest, Zhu Yanman will not ask for more.

"Okay, I was joking just now, how can I let you drink all the good things that milk my son." Although Zhu Yanman said it relaxedly, he hoped in his heart that such days would pass as soon as possible.

Time flies like a white horse, and in the blink of an eye, it has been four years since Zhu Yanman gave birth.

And the little boy who belongs to the crystallization of her and Cheng Zhiai's love can already play soy sauce.

The height of the half-grown is particularly like a radish, just pulled out of the ground, and his naughty temperament is exactly the same as when Zhu Yanman was a child.

The facial features that have not yet grown open can faintly see the shadows of Cheng Zhi and Zhu Yanman.

At that time, Zhu Yanman took the child's nickname as a small cannon battle on a whim, but this big name was taken out by Cheng's father and Zhu's father after rummaging through the dictionary.

"Cheng Wenjie ......"

Inside the entire villa, Zhu Yanman's voice resounded in the sky, even allowing neighbors a hundred meters away to hear it.

I saw Zhu Yanman standing at the door of the kitchen with one hand on his waist and a rolling pin in the other.

And not far from Zhu Yanman, it was her and Cheng Zhi's son, who would have thought that Zhu Yanman, who had planned to study new dishes, would run out of spatula.

After careful interrogation, I learned that it was taken out and sold by Cheng Wenjie.

Facing his wolf-like mother, Cheng Wenjie had a flattering smile on his fleshy bun face.

said to Zhu Yanman: "Hehe, Mom, the teacher said that iron is a non-renewable resource, if you have it at home, you must not throw it away, you have to sell it to the uncle who collects waste, not only can you exchange it for money, but also protect the environment."

The young Cheng Wenjie knows a lot, and this reason makes Zhu Yanman unable to refute, but this is not the reason why Cheng Wenjie took out the guy who Zhu Yanman ate and sold it.

Even if Cheng Wenjie smiled like a pug to please Zhu Yanman, Zhu Yanman would not forgive easily.

"Boy, your teacher is asking you to sell scrap, but is the spatula in the house scrap, what do I use to cook after selling these things, how do you eat!"

Zhu Yanman said something, and Cheng Wenjie, who asked, didn't know how to answer, and after a while, he said: "You can buy it if you sell it."

At this time, Cheng Wenjie already knew that he had made an unforgivable mistake, so his voice seemed to be pressed under his buttocks.

didn't dare to look at Zhu Yanman's eyes that could breathe fire, and lowered his head to look at the ground.

After hearing his son's words, Zhu Yanman was simply angry and laughed, "Do you think that our family's money is blown by the wind, who told you that you can mess with the things in the house without the permission of your parents, and if you don't learn well at a young age, see if I don't teach ......you a good lesson"67

As a mother, it is appropriate to teach her son, not to mention that the spatula in the kitchen is Zhu Yanman's eater, and it is her favorite and most proficient.

Now it is being taken out by the children in the family and sold as scrap, which makes Zhu Yanman unbearable.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Yanman was about to pull Cheng Wenjie's ears, but he was avoided by Cheng Wenjie's soul.

"Mom, calm down, domestic violence is against the law." Cheng Wenjie hid behind the sofa and said hurriedly.

Since he was a child, he has not seen the consequences of his mother's anger when he is angry.

When Dad provoked Mom, there were chickens and dogs jumping in that house, and he didn't want to be beaten by Mom at a young age.

Seeing that Cheng Wenjie dared more, Zhu Yanman sneered, gritted his teeth and said: "I educate my own son, I see who dares to say anything."

At this moment, Zhu Yanman made up his mind, and he must teach this disobedient son a good lesson.

If you dare to take out the spatula she used to cook and sell it, you must be prepared to bear the consequences.

"The old lady won't let your ass bloom today, just with your surname."

While speaking, Zhu Yanman rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards Cheng Wenjie with a rolling pin.

But Cheng Wenjie is a child in the end, his body is more flexible than an adult, and the moment he saw the rolling pin falling, he flashed into his bedroom and locked the door inside.

Finally dodging this catastrophe, Cheng Wenjie leaned against the door and gasped, "Whew...... Mom is really terrible, she can be ruthless, I do it to her lovely son, I really sympathize with my father. ”

Cheng Wenjie was like a little adult, completely unaware that he was forcing himself to a dead end.

I thought there was no threat, so I relaxed and lay on the bed.

As everyone knows, Zhu Yanman had long expected this trick, and went to the study to get a spare key, but with a slight twist, the bedroom door was opened.

When Cheng Wenjie saw Zhu Yanman coming in, he immediately sat up from the bed, with horror in his eyes, "Mom...... Didn't I lock the door, how did you get in? ”

"Stinky boy, you're pretty smart, but did you forget I have a spare key?"

Zhu Yanman shook the keychain twice, making a clanging sound, and his eyes were full of pride.

There is an old Chinese saying that ginger is still old and spicy, how can a chick like Cheng Wenjie be her opponent.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Wenjie knew that he couldn't escape this time, his dark eyes rolled around, and he thought of an idea.

I saw Cheng Wenjie quickly climb down from the bed, jumped to Zhu Yanman with an arrow step, hugged Zhu Yanman's thigh and began to cry.

"Woo...... Mom, I know it's wrong, can you please not hit me...... Hiccup......"

Tears slid down his cheeks and fell to the ground, and a boy cried into tears, as if he had been wronged, who would have thought that Zhu Yanman would not touch him yet.

Regarding his son's ability to hang himself three times, Zhu Yanman is capitalized in his heart, and he also knows that judging the situation will definitely not suffer in the future.