Zhao Miaomiao was woken up by a soak of urine from her son.

The initiator bit his fingers, his little belly fell together, and he slept very sweetly, not affected at all!

Zhao Miaomiao laughed angrily, stretched out her index finger and poked his fat little face.

The little chubby dun who was harassed to sleep waved his fat hand and patted it, his little buttocks moved, and he turned around and continued to sleep.

Zhao Miaomiao looked at his fluffy little brain: "Huh...... What a piglet! ”

"Oh! Little Fat Dun ...... "Chen Shouxing rolled and jumped.

Zhao Miaomiao blinked and looked at a large wet patch in the middle of his man's pants, gloating: "Hahahahaha......"

Chen Shouxing: "......"

Daughter-in-law! Dear son! What can I do?

Of course, I went up to bite the two daughters-in-law hard, and was hammered a few times by the daughter-in-law before I got out of bed to light the lamp and change my clothes.

Then he took out a pair of pants from the box and put them on for his youngest son, "Daughter-in-law, hug the fat dun'er." ”

Zhao Miaomiao took over the fat son, and the little chubby dun's clothes were changed, but he just pouted, changed his posture and continued to sleep.

Scrubbed the bed mat and tossed it so much, the sky was gradually brightening, and the couple had no intention of going back to sleep again.

Outside the house, the sound of "squeaky squeak" opening the door was heard one after another, and it was time for people to get up and make morning food.

Chen Shouxing added a little water to the inkstone, twisted the ink ingot and rotated it gently.

Zhao Miaomiao sat across the kang table, embroidering the fan that was not finished yesterday.

After the ink was polished, Chen Shouxing picked up the brush and dipped it, and began to copy the book, thinking that his daughter-in-law's face fat was about to run out, and it was time to add a box.

Blowing the ink on a page that had just been copied, putting it aside and pressing it with a ruler, the afterglow swept over the daughter-in-law who was embroidering the handkerchief quickly with stitches and threads on the opposite side, and her eyes couldn't help but become soft.

In the past, he was an illiterate rough man who could only plough the fields and work as coolies, but now he can read and write letters, all thanks to his daughter-in-law.

After embroidering for a long time, Zhao Miaomiao stopped the needlework, looked up at her handsome husband, saw him writing neatly in a smooth font, and nodded with satisfaction.

- I have a good eye!

Unlike her late great-grandmother, her great-grandmother was originally a big maid of an official family, who was smart and good-looking, not only literate but also good at embroidery.

If it weren't for the protector, he fell from the carriage and became a cripple, and he would not marry her great-grandfather, who couldn't read a single big word and was dizzy when he saw it.

Her brothers, uncles and grandfathers are also very similar to their great-grandfathers, they are dizzy when they see words, and none of them are promising.

It's that the girls of her Zhao family all know a few words, although not everyone has a good female celebrity, but they all have a skill.

The smell of early morning food wafted into the house from the window.

The little chubby man on the bed moved his nose, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a while, he broke open his round little eyes, and turned his black eyes back and forth to look around.

"Stuffed~" The one-and-a-half-year-old little chubby dun stretched out his hands to her in a milky voice and begged for a hug.

Zhao Miaomiao casually put the fan needle and thread into the basket, hugged her son to her lap, and nodded his little nose, "Wake up." ”

Little Chubby Dun sniffed his nose, saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, "Brew, rice ......"

"Good, good! Rice Meal Meal! Zhao Miaomiao wiped her son's saliva that was about to drip onto his clothes.

Seeing his little gluttony waving his fat hand to urge, he rubbed his fleshy little face angrily, "I can eat and sleep like a little piglet, and I don't know who it looks like?" ”

Chen Shouxing chuckled, put down the pen in his hand, picked up the little fat dun and gently stroked it, "I'm fat again." ”

Zhao Miaomiao nodded and chuckled, "I feel a lot heavier when I hold it." ”

Xiao Chubby Dun blinked his round eyes with an innocent face, and muttered aggrievedly after a while, "Rice, stuffed~"

Chen Shouxing went out and came back from the stove room to get a basin of water, "The fourth sister-in-law has made breakfast." ”

The fourth sister-in-law, Li Fatya, is as her name suggests, and has two sons with her fourth brother Chen Shoushan, the eldest son Jinbao is a nine-year-old grandson of the Chen family, and the youngest son Yinbao is four years old this year.

Li Fatya's eyes looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one around, she quickly opened the steamer, took out a fist-sized nest head, blew it and stuffed it into her mouth.

This is her little skill, when cooking, she secretly makes each nest a little smaller, and there is no difference with the naked eye, and the extra nest head made of the saved dough will naturally belong to her.

Li Fatya grinned proudly and took another big bite of the nest.

"Fourth sister-in-law, has the little chubby dun's corn porridge been boiled?"

"Ahem...... Ok ok. Li Fatya patted her chest while hurriedly hiding her clothes in the wowotou.

muttered in a low voice, "Why don't the five brothers and sisters make a sound when they walk!" She...... I don't think I saw it...... I don't see it. Li Fatya's little eyes kept looking at her secretly.

"......" The corners of Zhao Miaomiao's mouth twitched, she put the corn porridge in place, took the bowl and left quickly, she couldn't help laughing out loud if she didn't leave.

The fourth sister-in-law steals food, few people in the Chen family don't know, after all, it's okay to bump into it once or twice, how can it fill everyone's eyes if you do too much, that is, the fourth sister-in-law thinks she is hiding it well and is just complacent.

Little Fat Dun is very well-behaved when eating, and after eating a bite, he obediently opens his mouth and waits for the second bite, and it doesn't take long for a small bowl of corn porridge to bottom.

"Dad, mother!"

It was her eldest son Rui Rui, four and a half years old this year, with a white and fat face, his hair was shaved to the top of his head, tied with red rope to form a small look, and his clothes were neatly dressed.

Zhao Miaomiao answered and asked, "Have you gotten up and washed?" ”

Rui Rui's little head nodded, holding the low bench with both hands, paced to the little chubby dun and sat down, stretched out his finger and poked his younger brother who was eating with bulging cheeks.

The little chubby dun turned his head in slow motion, and the little milk voice muttered vaguely, "Giggle~"

Zhao Miaomiao finished feeding the last mouthful of porridge, and when he went out with the bowl, his brothers, you pinch me, I rub you, and they have already played together, and there was a sound of giggling laughter in the room.