At night, on the kang (a heated brick bed), Li Xiuxiu looked at Wei Mo, who was tossing and turning on the bed, and found it amusing. So she said to him,

"Little brat. When you grow up, I'll be your wife!"

"Great! Great! Aunt Xiuxiu will be my wife from now on. I'll have a wife now."

Actually, it was Li Xiuxiu's inner thought, but it just slipped out. However, after hearing Wei Mo's reply, Li Xiuxiu blushed, which was rare for her.

Li Xiuxiu looked at the tiny little bean in front of her and couldn't help but chuckle. She then said to Wei Mo...

"Why are you so small? I wish you were a little bigger."

Li Xiuxiu didn't feel there was anything wrong with saying it; after all, she was telling this to a five-year-old child, and he would forget it after a while.

Little did they know, Wei Mo possessed the soul of an adult; how could he forget these things?

Wei Mo reached out her small hand and pulled Li Xiuxiu to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), then said to her...

"Aunt Li, please wait until I'm a little older. When I grow up, will you marry me?"

Li Xiuxiu looked at the little boy in front of her, patted his forehead, and said, "Okay."

“Aunt Xiuxiu, let’s pinky swear. Whoever breaks their promise will wet the bed tonight.”

Li Xiuxiu chuckled upon hearing this. Then she extended her little finger and touched it with Wei Mo's finger.

Then Wei Momo chanted from the side, "Pinky promise, hang yourself, 100 years, no changing your mind, whoever changes their mind will wet the bed."

Looking at Wei Mo's appearance, Li Xiuxiu couldn't help but sigh. As night fell, Li Xiuxiu took off her clothes again and crawled into the quilt.

When Wei Mo, the little hooligan, saw this, his eyes lit up. He immediately crawled into her bed and pounced on the steamed bun.

Li Xiuxiu no longer cared about Wei Mo's current lewd behavior. After all, this child had not only saved her life, but she had also made a promise to him.

Little did they know, because of that promise, it would last a lifetime...

The next morning, before Li Xiuxiu woke up, Wei Mo got up first and pounced on the big, white steamed buns again.

His movements startled Li Xiuxiu awake. Still half asleep, Li Xiuxiu looked at the little boy in front of her and said softly.

"Little brat, all you ever think about is this."

"Didn't you say you were going to call me 'husband'? We even pinky swear yesterday!"

After Wei Mo finished speaking, he started eating again. Li Xiuxiu did not stop him, but she still glared at Wei Mo. The little brat actually took it seriously.

After thinking for a moment, Li Xiuxiu decided to deceive Wei Modao.

"You can't call me that anymore, okay? You can only call me that after we're married."

A moment later, Li Xiuxiu gently stroked Wei Mo's head and said to him again,

"Alright, we've been eating for half the day, it's time to get up. We still need to make some new furniture today."

Wei Mo was a little reluctant. However, Li Xiuxiu pushed his head away, so he could only nod and say to her,

“Aunt Xiuxiu, what do you want? I’ll make it for you.”

Seeing the little boy's serious expression, Li Xiuxiu's mood improved, and she happily said,

"Let's make some stools first, so we won't always have to stand while eating."

Wei Mo nodded in agreement.

Qian Manman has already prepared breakfast and is bringing it to the low table. Everyone really likes low tables now, and they can be placed directly in the kitchen.

Everyone can eat directly in the kitchen, which saves the old man a lot of trouble. It would be inconvenient for him to come into the house if any of the children hadn't gotten up yet.

Seeing Li Xiuxiu and Wei Mo leave the room, Qian Manman spoke up,

"Hurry up and wash up, come and eat. Today I've made fried dough sticks with vegetable soup for breakfast."

Wei Mo's eyes lit up when he heard it was fried dough sticks, but the only pity was that there was no soy milk.

There wasn't even a tofu maker in the village; if you wanted tofu, you had to go to the supply and marketing cooperative in town to buy it.

Wei Mo thought about it and realized that he would eventually open the tofu shop so that breakfast could be more varied and delicious soy milk could be enjoyed.

After he and Li Xiuxiu washed their hands, everyone had arrived. With a command from the old man,

"Dinner is served."

Everyone started eating their fried dough sticks, and Wang Zhenhua sighed from the side.

"Mmm, these fried dough sticks smell so good! The chef's skills are truly excellent."

Wei Xiaomin, that little glutton, nodded in agreement.

"That's right, that's right, Mom is right, Aunt Manman's cooking is the best."

Grandpa watched the family enjoying their meal and praised them as well.

"With Manman around, this old man is also enjoying a life of comfort."

Everyone praised Qian Manman, because she always cooked the meals at home, and she even got up much earlier than everyone else in the morning.

However, she was also very happy when she heard others praising her.

Seeing everyone enjoying the meal, Qian Manman felt a little embarrassed by the praise and said to everyone at the table,

"No, no, as long as everyone enjoys it."

As a chef, receiving praise from others is especially gratifying.

After finishing breakfast, Wang Ling and Yu Juan quickly washed the dishes, and then everyone went outside to work in the yard.

Grandpa Yu looked at his eldest grandson standing with Li Xiuxiu and asked,

"What will my eldest grandson do today?"

After the old man finished speaking, he didn't forget to pat Wei Mo's head. Wei Mo couldn't help but wonder if he would go bald if he kept being patted like this.

However, he still looked at the old man in front of him and replied.

"Grandpa, let me make some stools! Otherwise, everyone will have to stand to eat."

Hearing this, Wei's mother quickly chimed in, "That's right, that's right!"

"Son, make some big benches so we won't have to stand to eat anymore."

Wei Mo nodded in agreement, and the old man was also very pleased to hear this, since eating while standing all the time was not a good solution.

Wei Xiaomin is a lively and active little girl. After weaving straw sandals for a while, she got bored and came over to watch her younger brother make a stool.

They couldn't help but keep praising Wei Mo from the side.

"Little brother, you're amazing! You're even more amazing than me."

Wei Mo was also very happy to hear his sister's soft and sweet voice.

"Sister, do you want a toy? I'll make you a set later."

Upon hearing Wei Mo's words, Wei Xiaomin's eyes lit up, and she quickly ran to Wei Mo's side.

"Little brother, I want it, I want a toy."

Wei Mo nodded and said to Wei Xiaomin,

"Okay, sister, wait a minute, I'll make you a toy."

Then Wei Mo stopped making chairs and instead picked up a wooden stick that was nearly a meter long and began to plane it. As the stick gradually took shape, it became a wooden sword.

She looked absolutely gorgeous. Wei Xiaomin, watching from the side, grew impatient and kept urging her on.

"Little brother, is little brother not ready yet?"

Wei Mo replied,

"It'll be ready soon, don't rush."

The wooden sword was completed.

Wei Mo handed the wooden sword to Wei Xiaomin, who was already impatient.

Wei Xiaomin was overjoyed to receive the toy. She picked up the wooden sword and started swinging it around randomly, making "humph, ha, ha" noises all the time.

The whole family was laughing so hard they couldn't stop. When Wei's mother saw this, she couldn't help but scold Wei Xiaomin a few times.

"Your brother is working! Don't disturb him."

The old man, however, was a little angry. He didn't like his goddaughter's way of managing the children; she was too protective of them, even the children's biological mother.

"What's wrong with making toys for the kids? It just shows that my eldest grandson is very skilled."

"Xiaomin, come to Grandpa's, Grandpa will take you to play."