Chapter 193 Little Second Son, Zhizhi's Personal Maternal Servant

The space remained silent, and instead, another ring of soft light appeared around Zhizhi.

Immediately afterwards, the scene in front of Zhizhi transformed from space into reality.

'Bang bang—!'

A gentle voice called from outside the door, "Zhizhi, it's time to go, there won't be any streetlights any later."

Zhizhi raised her hand blankly and touched her face, where there were still traces of tears.

She pouted, still feeling very sad for some reason.

When she opened the door and saw Deng Qiu's mother, Zhizhi suddenly exclaimed, "Mom, I think I just saw En Ning's mother."

Deng Qiu paused for a second, then smiled slightly.

She bent down and gently stroked her daughter's head. "Your mother must love you very much. She knows you're very troubled right now, so she specially came into your dream to tell you something."

Zhizhi tilted her head back and asked uncertainly, "Really?"

"Of course, people become stars in the sky after they die. When Zhizhi misses her mother, she should look up at the sky. There will definitely be a star winking at her. Without a doubt, that star is her mother's image."

Deng Qiu pinched her little face and then took the scarf and put it around her neck.

"Okay, Dad will take you to Grandpa's house in a bit. Mom will also come to see you in a few days. Grandpa's house has a big garden, I heard it's very beautiful. Zhizhi, go play there more. Maybe after you get used to it, you won't want to come back."

As she spoke, Deng Qiu herself became reluctant to part with it.

She took a deep breath to barely suppress the soreness in her nose, and said with emotion, "Zhizhi, you must come back. Your mother is waiting for you at home."

"Mmm! I'm waiting for Mom to make me Four Happiness Meatballs and Crispy Cheese!"

Deng Qiu held back her tears as she reluctantly saw Zhizhi off.

It's cold outside now, and bicycles can't carry that many people, so she won't personally take Zhizhi there. She'll let Jiang Anchao ride his bicycle and take the child there.

She was afraid that if she actually went to deliver it, she would feel reluctant to part with it.

As soon as Zhizhi stepped out the door, she saw Zhenwei, who was still half asleep and had been dragged out of bed by his father, sitting in the back seat of the car rubbing his eyes.

"Zhizhi? What are you waiting for? Dad said he's taking us to eat meat rolls, let's go!"

Zhenwei was carefree and only had food on his mind. He yawned widely and called for her to come up quickly.

Deng Qiu looked at Jiang Anchao disapprovingly and lowered her voice, "Why did you bring Zhenwei along? Aren't you afraid he won't adapt well to living there?"

Jiang Anchao felt a deep sadness, noticing that the wrinkles around his eyes had increased. Hearing his wife's question, he sighed heavily.

“Zhizhi usually likes to bully the second child the most. I’m worried about Zhizhi going alone, so I should prepare a suitable toy for her, right?”

"Besides, this is the first time our daughter has been away from us for so long. Look at this basin, socks, toothbrush, and soap, her dolls, pillows, all her things, I've packed them all and I'll carry them with me. I make sure Zhizhi won't lack food or clothing when she moves in."

Deng Qiu was silent for a second, then didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Commander Ji's family background is much better than ours. Aren't you exaggerating a bit?"

She remembered that if she hadn't stopped him, Jiang Anchao would have carried the quilt and wardrobe to Commander Ji's house.

The bicycle in front of me was packed full, almost as heavy as a three-wheeled vehicle carrying cargo.

Is it really necessary?

It's like an old father marrying off his daughter; I hope he doesn't burst into tears after the wedding.

Jiang Anchao leaned close to his wife and whispered intimately in her ear, "Look at that silly boy Zhenwei, he's such a simpleton. Give him a meat pie and he's overjoyed. He's been Zhizhi's mother's servant since he was little. Where can we find someone so cheap, useful, and loyal? We definitely have to take him with us."

Deng Qiu clicked his tongue and shook his head, unable to help but exclaim, "You really are my father!"

This guy is a bit of a fool, you can't argue with that.

"Okay, I'll take that as a compliment." Jiang Anchao, holding the car, scooped Zhizhi into the car with one arm. "Go back and get some sleep. I'll be back after dropping you off in a bit."

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The north wind was howling, and the riverbank was so cold that it almost froze people's faces.

"Daddy, are you cold? Here, Zhizhi will give you your cotton gloves!"

The little toddler sat on the front bar of the bicycle, his hands, gloved with cotton, gripping a large flashlight, wobbling as he shone it to light the way for his father.

This flashlight is heavy, has a metallic feel, and is filled with large batteries. Although the light is not very bright, it is essential for walking at night. Otherwise, in the dark and on difficult roads, it is easy to fall into a ditch along with your vehicle.

Jiang Anchao glanced down at his daughter's light brown woolen gloves. If he remembered correctly, Cuiping had knitted a pair for each of the five children, including Yuan Hui and Zhizhi, when she was pregnant and had nothing to do at home. Zhizhi's pair was particularly exquisite, with two layers inside and out, stuffed with cashmere, and even had two small lily of the valley crocheted on it.

However... children's hands are small, and for a grown man like him, this tiny glove would only fit on one finger at most.

"No need, I appreciate your kind gesture, but I can't wear this kind of thing anyway, so you can wear it."

Jiang An stomped on the pedals, wishing he could make the chain spark.

Zhenwei, who was sitting next to me, was bored and couldn't help but chime in, "Then let me wear it. Aunt Cuiping crocheted a black one for me, but I don't think it looks very good. There's a little pig's head on it. I like Zhizhi's set."

As he spoke, he reached out, put his arm around his father's waist, and patted his sister forward with an excited and curious look on his face.

Zhizhi completely ignored the driver's request and steadily drove the car.

"If Dad can't wear it, then forget it."

"Hold on tight, we're almost there."

Zhenwei: ? ? ?

He timidly raised his hand, "Zhizhi, I said I want to wear it."

"Who is speaking?"

Zhizhi pretended not to hear. She felt sorry for her father and was afraid that he would get cold. But her brother was wearing so many layers of clothes that he looked like a gas cylinder. He still sat in the back, where she and her father were completely protected from the cold wind.

He's not cold at all; he has gloves, yet he's still thinking about his little flowery gloves.

You idiot!

Zhenwei waved his hand vigorously, "Me! Me!"

Jiang Anchao reached out and pressed down on Zhenwei's arm, then deliberately interrupted his daughter, saying, "It's probably just the wind. It's windy, don't worry about it."

Zhenwei was full of questions.

no!

Who will take over the peanuts for him?

Why does Zhizhi give her dad gloves when he asks for them? That's called filial piety.

He wanted gloves, but Zhizhi and her dad pretended not to hear! What did that mean?! Everyone burst into laughter!

He's going to hold a grudge!

Zhenwei angrily withdrew his arm, put his hands under his armpits, and crossed his arms with a sullen expression.

'Screech—!' Jiang Anchao squeezed the brakes and successfully stopped at the entrance of a row of courtyard houses.

He put the children down and pushed the stroller straight toward Commander Ji's house.

'Knock knock—!' Soon after the knocking sounded, the courtyard gate was opened.

A dim yellow light shone outside the courtyard.

Ji Yanjing stood at the door wearing a coat. When he saw him coming, with bags and packages behind him, Ji Yanjing instantly came to his senses and looked him up and down for a long time.

On the riverbank, a net bag was hanging from the handlebars, containing a washbasin, soap, a toothbrush holder, bedding, clothes, and other items...

Ji Yanjing remained silent for a long time, then suddenly asked sincerely:

"You... you've come here to escape famine?"