Chapter 32 Three Little Kittens

"Oh, the beautiful little butterfly has turned into a tabby cat!" Feng Jingling put her hands on her hips and smiled brightly.

"Heh, big brother, you're not much better off, are you? Take this!"

After saying that, he grabbed a handful of dirt and smeared it on the boy's face, but the boy was quick and dodged it.

Snap!

Yunxia, ​​her face covered in mud, looked incredulously at the innocent-looking little baby.

"Sister Xiaxia, you're a real little kitten now!"

"An'an, you...you did a great job!"

Jiang An sensed danger and turned to run away, but Yun Xia grabbed his sleeve and wiped him all over. The pale-skinned little boy was now sporting a 'little kitten' look.

Seeing his pouting lips and tears welling in his grape-like eyes, Feng Jingling quickly picked him up. Before she could utter a word of gentle comfort, her face was covered in mud.

"Brother is clumsy, super clumsy, hehe, little kitten, stealing fish to eat, shameful face, jumping on the table, glass, rinsing stinky feet..."

The nonsensical words left the boy speechless. What on earth were these?

"Jiang An, where's your manners? Today, I'm going to give you a good beating!"

The chaotic melody abruptly stopped, and the little child buried his head in the boy's armpit, looking frightened.

"Don't worry, An'an is just being playful!"

"Feng Jingling, do you know in your heart who will ultimately be harmed by excessive pampering?"

With that, he forcibly carried Jiang An away, grabbed a slipper, and gave him a good beating!

"Little Butterfly, don't stop me! What Ah Chao is doing is wrong!"

Yun Xia gripped the boy's sleeve tightly, sighed, and said, "The eldest brother is like a father. There is no one more suitable than Jiang Chao to teach Jiang An. Besides... he doesn't need you to save him!"

"Huh? Little Butterfly, what do you mean by that?"

Before I could figure out what was wrong, I heard a baby's cheerful laughter coming from inside the house.

"Hehe, it's so gentle, it doesn't hurt at all, keep going, don't stop, hoo!"

Feng Jingling: ...As it turns out, I was indeed overthinking it!

"Uh, little butterfly, you knew all along, didn't you?"

Yun Xia nodded slightly and pulled the boy to tidy up the yard. After a while, Jiang Chao, with a cold face, and Jiang An, with a smiling face, came out of the house, picked up tools, and joined the tidying up team.

By the time she finished, it was already dark. After washing the mud off her face, she started cooking. When Aunt Wu returned, she was shocked to see the broken glass on the courtyard wall.

He pried open the three people's hands one by one and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they were not injured!

"Ah Chao, if you want to repair the courtyard wall, just hire a craftsman. You're not allowed to do such dangerous things in the future!"

With tears welling up in her eyes, she seemed genuinely angry. "Aunt Wu, please don't be angry. Brother Jiang Chao is a steady and reliable person. He wears double layers of work gloves. He's been reminded of safety precautions countless times. He pays more attention to safety than anyone else."

“That’s broken glass. You could easily cut your hand. If you get infected with bacteria or viruses, how am I supposed to explain it to his dad?”

"Aunt Wu, Xiaxia just scolded him, and he repeatedly promised that he would never do anything dangerous again. You can rest assured. Hmm, where's that burnt smell coming from? Oh no, my rice!"

Wu Lifang had no choice but to sigh and turn to walk into the kitchen, lift the lid of the earthenware pot, and save the burnt rice from the fire.

"You stinking Jiang Chao, will it hurt you to back down?"

"Ha, I did nothing wrong, but you... you're a liar and need to be taught a lesson!"

So all my good intentions just now were wasted.

"Brother, here, slippers!"

The little child held up the slippers, his eyes practically overflowing with excitement.

The boy raised an eyebrow, making a move to take it. Yun Xia, bursting with a sense of crisis, snatched the slippers first, glared at Xiao Jiang'an, and ran into the house to hide the slippers.

"well!"

Xiaxia escaped a 'trouble' and sighed regretfully. In his eyes, being beaten was a very happy thing.

Dinner consisted of stir-fried dishes that were delicious and visually appealing, paired with rice that had a wonderfully burnt flavor. Even so, the group of people, who had worked all day, ate with great relish, and one of them even had two extra bowls.

"Little butterfly, your appetite... wow, that's a bit much!"

"Heh, you just noticed? Yunxia's appetite has always been like this!"

Holding her third bowl of rice, Yunxia blinked innocently and said, "Waaah, Aunt Wu said that being able to eat is a blessing, and only when you're full can you grow tall."

With a time flow rate of 10:1, my consciousness sneaks into the fertile space every night to work hard, which consumes a lot of physical strength. I need to eat more to replenish my energy!

"Yes, being able to eat is a blessing, Xiaxia. If that's not enough, Auntie will make you another bowl of noodles!"

"Aunt Wu, no need, I should be full after finishing this bowl!"

"Sister Xiaxia, you're becoming more and more like a little piglet, hehe, you can eat and sleep so much!"

"Jiang An, are you itching for a beating? How can you say something like that so easily?"

"Jiang Chao, don't get angry with him. Here, the last piece of braised pork is yours!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little girl frantically shoveling rice into her mouth. The boy's lips curled up slightly as he picked up a piece of braised pork. The sauce was rich and thick, fatty but not greasy, soft, tender, and savory—it tasted better than any other piece of braised pork.

After dinner, the group squeezed into the main room to watch TV. The black and white screen, flickering with static, was showing a martial arts drama adapted from a novel.

The fight scenes were extremely realistic. At every crucial moment of the decisive battle, Xiao Jiang'an would hold his breath and nervously grip Jiang Chao's wrist.

"Jiang An, take a look at your masterpiece?"

Four marks were clearly visible on her fair wrist. The little girl blinked her innocent big eyes. "Brother, An'an was too... too excited. Please forgive me, okay?"

Jiang Chao, with a stern face, pulled up his sleeve to cover the marks left by the ligature. "This is a one-time thing. Don't let it happen again. Behave yourself while watching TV, or else... I'll turn it off!"

"No, An'an promises not to move!"

Envious of the brotherly bond, Feng Jingling secretly placed his hand in the little baby's arms, winking and sending a secret signal.

Next, at the crucial moment of the fight scene, Xiao Jiang An held his breath and firmly gripped someone's wrist, making him wince in pain, thinking to himself how stoic Jiang Chao was.

Tonight, with Aunt Wu's help, Feng Jingling successfully stayed overnight. Holding the pale-skinned baby, she rolled around on the blanket. Jiang Chao, with a cold face, had to pull out several towels before he could calm the two of them down.

"Brother, you sleep here, and the teacher and I will sleep there, hehe!"

"Heh, whatever makes you happy! Hey Feng, let me remind you, Jiang An's sleeping posture isn't very good!"

Feng Jingling didn't take his words to heart. She took off her clothes, hugged the baby, and crawled into bed with the back of her head facing Jiang Chao.

Late at night, the boy lay on the floor, clinging to the edge of the bed, on the verge of tears. His 'not-so-good' sleeping posture completely shattered his understanding of the world.

"Wow, that's really strong! I got kicked out of bed three times in one night!"

"Hey, no talking while eating or sleeping! If you make another sound, you're going to sleep on the floor in the yard!"

"snort!"

The boy, pouting, tiptoed to the inside of the bed, slipped under the covers, and silently clutched a corner of the blanket, closing his eyes with a look of grievance.