Chapter 18 The group of people dancing square dance

Author: Li Xiansen, Old City

Chapter 18 The group of people dancing square dance

The four wheels slept more and more soundly. The more people chatted about him, the more energetic he became. Now the little girl discovered that she couldn't sleep peacefully.

However, I slept well this time, from 7 o'clock yesterday to around 7 o'clock this morning.

“Geeh…”

Xiaodoubao woke up his brother so much that he got so happy that he got out of the quilt with a smile, then lay down on the edge of the kang and walked out.

He stood firmly on the small stool before he got off the ground.

I fell once and learned to be raped.

Kid, it’s really annoying to raise someone to find someone to like.

The two are so old that Wu Hao raises her as his daughter. Who makes him care about it?

I always want to give my sister the best, but most of my brothers and parents do this.

It’s not that my parents have no good business, but that I’ll be born when I have it in this era.

He has a female classmate now ranked seventh in the family, and the first six are all daughters.

If you remember correctly, there are six daughters and a boy behind them.

It’s not that you will have a child, to have a son.

True thing!

And people like him are the ones who dance square dances in later generations!

The old vines and the old tree are crows. The old man hugged the aunt, sometimes hugged two or three.

Hey~!

These people are both annoying! They are also spoiled by grandson!

A kind mother often defeats her son, and a kind mother is even more overdoing her!

You can't say anything, they just said a lot of fallacies, and they are willing to take action when they are anxious!

If you regard your grandson as your ancestor, you may not be able to help you in the future!

Human nature is inherently cheap!

You taste it!

Wu Hao put on his clothes and folded the quilt and placed it on the end of the kang. He went downstairs and put his shoes on the floor and opened the door and walked into the main house to sniff. It smelled so good.

Looking at the kang, Gao Lijuan sat cross-legged at the table to serve rice.

Xiaodoubao stood aside and bit his fingers and held the sack. He didn't even notice the big pot when he came in.

Wu Hao went to the kang and came to the window and looked through the window paper to see that the sky was just getting brighter outside.

The window paper during this period was very thick. If it was dark, the 100-degree yellow light bulb in the house could not see clearly outside, so it would not be possible to look closely.

The 200-degree light bulb can't be lit, so his room usually uses fifty degrees.

As soon as he arrived at the table, Xiaodoubao moved his body and sat in his elder brother's arms, his eyes always facing the table, biting his fingers and sucking from time to time.

Wu Hao looked at the dishes on the table and found out the reason.

Stewed with rice, pork belly, sauerkraut, and a lot of meat and oil.

Rice was the grain of landlords in the old era. His family ate it occasionally, and this one may occasionally be a week.

Usually, big pancakes, big porridge, and maybe steamed buns.

There is so much oil in the dish, so it must be Lao Wu who cooks.

Sure enough, the door opened. Wu Weiguo brought in a plate of fried pork belly with onions and put it in, turned around and picked up the wine bottle and placed it next to his son.

Wine from credit yesterday.

I sat on the kang and glanced at my son before saying, "Eat."

In the 1980s, the head of the family was not on the table and others could not move their chopsticks, and children could not do it.

When a woman and a child comes to the house, she cannot serve the table, so she has to eat in the kitchen, and she has to serve her before eating.

Many places in the Northeast have this rule, especially when his generation is still there.

No matter how hungry the little bean bread is, I dare not eat it, for fear of being beaten.

To put it bluntly, it is a feudal legacy, and to put it bluntly, it is a tutor.

People have two skins on their mouths, and they can make sense of what they say.

As soon as Wu Weiguo finished speaking, he picked up chopsticks and picked up pieces of meat and put them in his wife's bowl. When he saw him glaring at him, he smiled awkwardly and continued to eat.

Yu Guang kept looking at his son.

Xiaodoubao couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and tried it clumsyly twice, and he couldn't pick it up. He didn't dare to look at his parents looking up at his elder brother.

"Haha." Wu Hao was amused by her little appearance, and picked up chopsticks and picked up pork belly and fed it to her mouth and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Good times." Xiaodoubao said vaguely, "Good times."

Can you not be greedy if you eat meat once a month?

"Cough!" Wu Weiguo lowered his head and coughed, raised his head and said, "Don't talk when you eat."

Xiaodoubao sticks out his tongue and lowers his head to cook rice by himself. He doesn’t have to worry about the dishes, and he will pick it up for her with a big pot.

Wu Hao rolled his eyes and said, "I want to drink and say, why are you angry with me?"

Four people have six bowls. Such an obvious thing, I’m afraid of being scolded when I drink in the morning!

He picked up the wine and poured half a bowl and handed it over and said, "Dad, you have nothing to do in winter and you don't have to go out. Besides, I've been busy for half a year."

Give full reasons.

"Well, then let's drink some?" Wu Weiguo reached out and didn't answer, and turned to look at his wife.

Gao Lijuan curled her lips and said nothing.

"Si, ah." Wu Weiguo took it with a smile and let it go, feeling very happy.

Wu Hao…

I won't care about me anymore?

It’s time to unload the mill and kill the donkey. The normal process is that my son comes to drink together?

Despise him.

Pour half a bowl of food for my sister while drinking.

Gao Lijuan didn't care. She was spoiled by her son. When he was a child, his grandfather didn't care about feeding the child alcohol.

Just don’t cause trouble, it’s my son’s fault, and no one else can do it.

My son is also very good, and there is nothing wrong with being a little sensible.

The most picky old lady in the village also had to praise the child for being good and kind, and she felt happy every time.

When Lao Wu saw his son drinking casually, he felt uncomfortable, and suddenly felt that the wine in his hand was no longer fragrant.

Is the gap so big?

I have to find a sense of existence and ask my daughter with a smile: "Does it smell good to cook?"

"Savory." Xiaodoubao was so beautiful that he squinted his eyes and shook his head and said, "Dad is the best time to cook."

"Yes!" Gao Lijuan made a nasal sound.

Xiaodoubao's heart trembled and he hurriedly said, "Mom cooks better."

Then he lowered his head and concentrated on his meal.

"Who cooks better?" Wu Weiguo just asked and felt murderous intent and quickly changed his words, "Do you still need to ask? You must be better at cooking your mother!"

"Hmph!" Gao Lijuan put a piece of meat on her daughter with a stern face.

Xiaodoubao was focused on cooking and pretending not to hear it.

My mother’s cooking is not delicious. The big pot says it’s hereditary, and my grandma’s cooking is not as good as my mother!

But she dared not say it.

"Puff, hahaha..." Wu Hao touched his sister's head and smiled unrestrainedly.

Old Wu Li said what are you trying to do?

"Why are you laughing?" Wu Weiguo couldn't help but ask with his face.

Wu Hao replied: "I want to laugh."

Then he lowered his head to have a meal. After all, it was his father, so he could just save face.
To be continued...