When the child reaches the age of three and a half, he is ready to go to kindergarten. It's just that the school is quite far away from home, and picking up and dropping off from school is a problem, and the children's lunch is even more of a problem.

In order to solve the problem, it is she and her husband who suffer.

Getting up earlier than the chicken, making breakfast to wake up the child, the biggest comfort is that the child does not cry, make noise or make noise when he goes to school. Sleeping later than the dog, the child fell asleep, and the two of them had to talk about the crop harvest, sighing constantly.

Happily, no matter what the children had lunch in the kindergarten, she pleaded with a teacher with glasses who lived in the school to say good things to let the children eat at her house, and the food expenses for a month were a lot.

The teacher was kind-hearted and nodded and agreed without food expenses.

After the problem of eating like this was solved, her hanging heart fell to the ground.

Six of the ten pieces of the child's clothes since childhood were worn by her brother and child, which is also very good, and it is very playful and cute to wear on her child's body in the eyes of outsiders.

The child's name is a good one for the two of you, and the nickname is called Bud.

The buds are small, with round heads, and the watermelon heads that remain are even more rounded. The eyebrows are faintly horizontal between the bangs and the eyes, and the nose and mouth follow her, but on the whole, it is said that the people who look like their fathers are the majority. Bud likes to laugh very much, and the way she laughs always makes her never get tired of looking at it, and she thinks to herself: It would be nice if the child could smile at herself like this all the time.

Bud seems to know that grandma doesn't like him as soon as he was born, and whenever he is looked at sideways, he carefully runs to his mother or father's side, and timidly glances back to see if grandma is still staring at him.

The relationship between Bud and Grandma is not close. Together, strangers are not as good as.

It is usually the roots that pick up the sprouts and go home, and she just chooses vegetables at home, washes rice and prepares for cooking.

As for the child's grandmother, she can do whatever she likes, anyway, she can't care about it and doesn't want to care at all, of course, as long as it doesn't touch her bottom line.

Root likes the sprouts very much, as long as he picks up the child home, he will definitely bring change, hand it to the small palm of the bud, and say with a smile: "Buy what you want to eat~"

Bud grinned and followed the five-cent coin, and ran to the kindergarten commissary, and when he came back, he was holding snacks in both hands. (Money was a very valuable thing at that time, and it was not surprising that just five cents could make a small child happy for a whole day)

Gen rode his bicycle, Bud sat in the back seat, hugged his father's waist, and hummed a song while eating snacks while shaking his feet, not to mention how happy he was.

When I get home, as long as I see my grandmother, I won't be giggling anymore.

Bud was carrying a schoolbag, and there were two-thirds of the snacks left in his hand, and when he passed by his grandmother and walked into the hall, the voice of his father being blamed behind him, Bud seemed to understand it.

She wiped her hands on the apron, and when she saw the old guy, she was unhappy, and she would smile very happily only when she looked at the buds, and walked towards the kitchen with her daughter in her arms, and asked the child what she was holding in her hands as she walked.

After all, it's still a family, of course, it's a table to eat.

When eating, no one spoke, and no one could speak.

After eating, the old guy left the dishes and chopsticks and disappeared, will there be one less piece of meat when he washes the dishes?

Such a complaint made the little buds gradually understand.

"Mom, I can help you wash the dishes."