Flour! Eggs! He really wants to eat them!

"Mom, are you buying flour to make noodles? Xiao Shitou's family made noodles recently, and they smell so good! I want to eat some, just a little bit. It doesn't matter if mom doesn't make it..." Peng Ertiao felt a little itchy in his eyes as he spoke, and his round head slowly drooped.

Dad went to the sea, and Mom is very sad, but it doesn’t matter if we don’t do it.

Seeing Peng Ertiao's expectant eyes gradually dim, Zhang Siyu felt an inexplicable feeling in her heart. She stroked the depressed little head gently.

"Yes, I'll buy some flour for you to make noodles. I'm also planning to make you a new set of clothes for the New Year this year."

She certainly wasn't just saying this casually.

Last year, the little guy pestered for a whole year but still couldn't get a new set of clothes. At the beginning of this year, he also pestered for new clothes, but after Peng Aiqing passed away, the little guy never mentioned it again.

Occasionally, when I make other requests, I am just as cautious as I am now.

Such a young child is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

Cheng Zhenzhu's mother is also very sad and distressing.

There were enough cloth coupons to make clothes because Cheng Zhenzhu had been saving for more than a year.

Each person only had 3 feet of cloth coupons per year, and she saved up for more than a year to get only about 20 feet of cloth coupons.

Last year, Er Tiao kept crying and she felt bad, so she saved all the cloth coupons. Thinking that the harvest would be good this year, she made a new set of clothes for everyone so that they could have a good New Year.

As a result, her husband was shipwrecked in April, leaving them orphaned and widowed. Only a few months later, she herself...

"Really? Mom, will you really help me do it? Will you really do it this New Year?" When Peng Ertiao heard what Zhang Siyu said, he raised his little face, opened his eyes wide, and stared at his mother intently, confirming this matter again and again.

"Really." Zhang Siyu nodded and patted the little guy's head. "This is a gift your mother wanted to give you because you are very sensible...

Also, if you help me look after my brother tomorrow, I'll come back and make you some fried fish balls."

"Fish balls!" He wanted to eat them! But what he cared about more was the new clothes. "Mom, will you really help me make them this year?"

Zhang Siyu suppressed her strange emotions and nodded, "Really? When has your mother ever lied to you?"

Peng Ertiao tilted his head and thought hard. Finally, he found that his mother really didn't lie to anyone.

If you say you don’t have it, then you don’t have it. If you say you won’t do it, then you don’t do it. If you say you won’t buy it, then you don’t buy it…

Peng Ertiao's little face immediately brightened up. "Then, Mom, what kind are you going to make for me? I want something nice, not ugly! Can you show it to me before you make it? We can discuss it."

Haha, let’s discuss it... Zhang Siyu found it particularly interesting to listen to the baby-sounding words of the little adult.

"Can I make you a coat? Then I can embroider a few little crabs on your clothes and pants."

"Okay!" Peng Ertiao responded immediately, very excited. "Mom, I like little crabs! Can you help me embroider a few more little crabs when the time comes?"

"Of course. Then, will Er Tiao help mother look after her brother tomorrow?"

Zhang Siyu found that the names of these children were really interesting. One, Two, Three, I wonder if it means "tiao" in the word "baitiao" or something else?

"Help, help, help!" Peng Ertiao nodded like pounding garlic.

He couldn't hear what his mother and brother were saying. Were they scolding him? Peng Yitiao pricked up his ears, trying hard to identify the voices.

"Liang..." Peng Sandiao, sitting obediently on the chair, watched his mother and his second brother talking to each other about him, his eyes moving around, with tears flashing in his eyes.

"San Tiao, I'm going shopping tomorrow. Why don't you play with your brother? I'll make you some fried fish balls when I get back. Okay?"

Zhang Siyu had been paying attention to the little guy's reaction. Seeing that the little guy was about to cry, she held him in her arms and gave him a shot of prevention.

"Play with Liang." Peng Sandiao held Zhang Siyu's clothes and refused to let go. His eyes were moist, as if tears were about to fall if Zhang Siyu said one more word.

"San Tiao, do you remember when I took you on a boat ride? You vomited and felt very uncomfortable, didn't you?"

Peng San Tiao frowned, as if recalling some bad memories, "It's uncomfortable, taking a boat, don't..."

"But there's no food at home. If we don't take the boat to buy some, we'll all starve... I don't want you to feel bad, so just stay home and play with your brother for a while, then take a nap, and then I'll be back, okay?"

Zhang Siyu hugged the soft thing in her arms tighter. "You can play at home, so you don't have to feel bad. There are also delicious fried fish balls to eat!"

"No, it's cold and uncomfortable." Peng Santiao looked at Zhang Siyu and shook his head vigorously, "I don't want to be cold and uncomfortable..."

Zhang Siyu was slightly stunned, and her eyes felt a little sore.

Children really are angels. An An and the others are the same, always saying something so heartwarming without realizing it...

"San Tiao, it's not uncomfortable for mother to ride on the boat, don't worry."

"Nailiang, will you come back soon?" Peng Sandiao stared at his mother, biting his puffy little lips, his face full of seriousness.

Did this make sense? Zhang Siyu was a little surprised, "Mom will be back after shopping!"

"How many fish balls do you want?" Peng San Tiao's sparkling tears were squeezed around his eyes, and he tried hard not to let them fall.

"Okay. Then let's make a pinky promise. Don't cry at home, San Tiao. Mom will make fish balls for you when she comes back." Zhang Siyu helped the little guy wipe away his tears, then stretched out a hand and made a pinky promise with him.

Peng San Tiao followed his mother's example and stretched out his little finger, hooking it hesitantly.

Zhang Siyu immediately put her thumb up and said, "Let's make a promise. Don't change for a hundred years. If you change, you'll be a turtle."

"No, you turtle loach!" Peng Sandiao shook his head, his bright eyes full of resistance.

Zhang Siyu laughed heartily. This child is so cute!

Peng Ertiao looked at Zhang Siyu who was laughing heartily, his big eyes filled with shock.

It seemed like this was the first time that Mom looked so happy. Ever since Dad went to the sea, Mom rarely smiled and always cried.

My brother said he doesn't like seeing mom cry all the time, and he doesn't like it either. I feel depressed and uncomfortable every time!

He likes his mother who smiles like this.

When Peng Yitiao heard his mother's laughter, he stared through the door and took another look, then saw that it was really his mother laughing!

"Mom..." Peng San Tiao snuggled up to his mother with peace of mind, smiling sweetly.

Actually, the black ones are quite cute. Zhang Siyu couldn't help but pluck the two little dolls.

"Liang, it's big brother." Peng San Tiao stretched out his little black claws and pointed at the door.