Jianghuai used the remaining plastic cloth to make a simple curtain, so that when Sun Qing took a bath for a while, he would not be in the open air.

After he finished it, he found that the plastic sheet he bought was too transparent and hazy, so it was better not to have it.

Just wanted to take off the plastic sheet and replace it with a cloth curtain, but Sun Qing's head had already been washed.

"Husband, have you given me a place to take a shower? Great, love you! Sun Qingmei hugged the basin and hummed a song while jumping and running in.

As if the kitten moved, he moved all the things back and forth twice, and directly and unceremoniously supported Jianghuai to exchange water.

"Husband, hurry up, if you don't hurry up, Xiaohai should come back in a while!" Sun Qing walked into the plastic sheeting and said as he took off the towel and put it out.

"Husband, hurry up and take it, don't get dirty, you have to cover it at night." As he spoke, he kept waving his shallot-like hands.

Jiang Huai sighed silently, grabbed the hot towel and put it aside, and hurriedly went to make water for the little ancestor.

As soon as he heard Sun call his husband softly, he felt like reciting a mantra, and his scalp was tight!

"Now that the water is ready, I'll go boil another pot!" Jiang Huai neatly put two basins of water on the edge of the plastic sheet, quickly turned around and left.

Sun Qing tested the plastic sheet with the palm of his hand, and the palm prints and hair could be seen clearly.

Looking at the person who ran as if he had been run over by a dog, the corners of his lips lifted proudly.

"Husband, can you wash it, let's do it together?"

In response to Sun Qing, there was a faint panic sound, Sun chuckled like a fox who had stolen meat, and Mei Zizi began to take a bath.

Jiang Huai glanced in Sun Qing's direction in annoyance, and he quickly withdrew his gaze in a hazy and hot manner. Quickly sweep up the broken cup and throw it in the garbage bag.

Sun Qing took a bath, changed four basins of water, and every time he asked for water, he directly yelled at Jianghuai.

No matter how difficult the conditions are, hygiene cannot be left behind.

Sun Qingmei was so happy that Jiang Huai almost buckled the basin to himself several times. After a while, my hands and feet were in a hurry, and I finally washed it.

Hearing that Sun Qing asked for a towel quilt, Jiang Huai felt as if he had been granted amnesty, and he didn't think about anything, so he hurriedly handed the towel quilt to the little ancestor.

"I'm alright, it's your turn!" Sun Qinggao came out happily, the hot water washed for a long time, her face was white and red, like a blooming peach blossom, people couldn't help but want to pinch a petal in their hands and knead it carefully.

This time, the towel was not wrapped into a silkworm chrysalis like just now, but made into a creative version of Hanfu, and it was used as a wipe of water as soon as it was wrapped.

"Husband, help me bring my clothes in, I'm going to the house to change." After Sun Qing finished speaking, he immediately rushed to the house with a towel.

Jiang Huai looked at the people who entered the house as soon as he slipped into the house, sighed silently, and followed with his clothes as if compromised.

As soon as I pushed the door in, I saw Sun Qing casually throwing the towel on the table. Jiang Huai only felt that his breathing began to tighten again, and the hot blood rushed to the top of his head.

"I'll go out first." Jiang Huai hurriedly withdrew and quickly closed the door.

Sun Qing glanced at the door indifferently, she didn't care, what was he doing so fast?

Afraid that the newly married daughter-in-law will find out that she can't do it?

Tsk, an old man with low self-esteem.

Quickly changed clothes, quickly shook off the towel to dry, the original hair is black and straight, it looks very good, but unfortunately when washing hair, it is a trouble.

Gotta go to the barber shop tomorrow and cut it shorter.

Sun Qing wiped his hair while planning for tomorrow.

When the hair is no longer dripping, it doesn't matter if the comb is smooth.

Just as he was about to open the door to breathe, there was a knock on the door.

"Dad, open the door!"

Gotcha, the resentful seed is back!