"Yes, Hengheng is right," Wen Qing agreed with a smile.

Ji Yanjun nodded.

Hengheng said in his childish voice, "I want to be a man!"

"Hengheng is so great!" Wen Qing immediately clapped.

Hengheng was a little shy. She buried her chubby face in Ji Yanjun's arms and then pushed him with her chubby hands, saying, "Daddy, tell me a story, Daddy, tell me a story."

Wen Qing and Ji Yan both laughed.

“Okay, Daddy will tell you a story.” Ji Yanjun took the opportunity to hug Wen Qing and began to tell her a story, a story about monsters, to Wen Qing and Hengheng.

Hengheng initially stared at Ji Yanjun with bright eyes, listening attentively to the story. But as she listened, her eyelids began to droop, and soon she fell asleep in Ji Yanjun's arms.

"Shh." Wen Qing gestured for Ji Yanjun to stop.

Ji Yanjun looked down at Hengheng.

"He's asleep," Wen Qing whispered.

Just then, Yao Shiling's voice came from outside the door: "Wen Qing, is Hengheng asleep? If he is, bring him to me."

"Okay." Wen Qing replied, then said to Ji Yanjun, "Mom came to take him to sleep in the east room."

"Mmm." Ji Yanjun kissed Hengheng's chubby cheeks.

Wen Qing got up, picked up Hengheng, and carried him out of her room.

"When did you go to sleep?" Yao Shiling asked.

Wen Qing replied, "I just fell asleep."

Did you pee before bed?

"No."

"Okay, I'll read it through before I go to sleep in a bit."

"No need, he'll make a sound when he needs to pee."

"What are you making? How old is he? Alright, go to sleep now." Yao Shiling took Hengheng and went to the east room.

Wen Qing closed the door, bolted it, and casually asked, "Shall I turn on the light?"

"Whatever," Ji Yanjun said.

Wen Qing turned her head to look at Ji Yanjun. Ji Yanjun had his hands under his head, leaning against the headboard, lying flat on his back with one long leg slightly raised. He had a mischievous smile on his face, and his gaze was intense and burning beneath his long, curled eyelashes.

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned around: "I'll go check on Hengheng."

Before she could run, Ji Yanjun had already grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed while kissing her.

"This morning, this morning, I just came by once," Wen Qing said hurriedly.

It's nighttime now.

"You're coming again?"

"Um."

"Those...times?"

Five times.

"……once."

"No, at least four times."

"……three times."

"Okay, it's decided then." Ji Yanjun smiled triumphantly, turned off the light, stripped Wen Qing's clothes off, and kissed her, saying, "Wife, help me take them off."

"Take it off yourself."

Ji Yanjun licked and bit her ears and neck, moving downwards... until she screamed repeatedly and took the initiative to undress him.

After a cool sensation, Ji Yanjun thrust into her body. Both of them let out a comfortable sigh at the same time. After several rounds of thrusting, Ji Yanjun was not satisfied. He picked Wen Qing up and sat her on the edge of the bed, lifting her buttocks off the ground and thrusting into her forcefully... until Wen Qing was curled up in the corner of the bed and almost cried. Only then did Ji Yanjun stop, holding Wen Qing and coaxing and kissing her before falling asleep.

The next morning, Wen Qing and Ji Yanjun were just waking up when they heard chirping sounds coming from the courtyard. Besides sparrows, there were also several children, such as Xiao Dao, Er Pao, and Heng Heng.

"Hengheng is up?" Wen Qing asked in a muffled voice.

Ji Yanjun glanced at the time; it was not yet six o'clock. He turned to the side and pulled Wen Qing into his arms again, saying, "It's still early."

In the courtyard, Hengheng put on her sandals and said, "Xiaodao, Erpao, keep your voices down, my mom and dad are still sleeping."

"Oh, oh, oh," Xiao Dao and Er Pao nodded hurriedly in response.

Hengheng put on her sandals.

Yao Shiling brought Hengheng's overalls and plaid short-sleeved shirt from the east room and dressed him while holding him in her arms.

Hengheng asked sleepily, "Xiaodao, why are you up so early? I'm not even dressed yet."

Xiao Dao looked at Heng Heng and said, "My dad and mom went to the field to pick beans."

"Why are you pulling beans?" Hengheng asked.

The Second Artillery Corps replied, "Use an oxcart to transport the beans harvested at night to the threshing ground, lead the oxen to the threshing ground, and let the oxen pull the stones to thresh the beans."

Hengheng listened with curiosity and stared wide-eyed at the Second Artillery Corps.

"Are your beans ready to be harvested?" Yao Shiling asked Erpao.

The Second Artillery Corps nodded: "Yes."

"Since your parents are busy with the farm work, how will you eat?" Yao Shiling asked after dressing Hengheng and putting her on the ground.

“We won’t eat it,” Xiao Dao and Er Pao said at the same time.

"Aren't you hungry?" Hengheng asked.

The Second Artillery Corps replied, "Not hungry."

Xiao Dao replied, "Hungry."

During the busy farming season, all the villagers in Shuiwan Village are rushing to harvest wheat and beans, fearing that a rainy day will ruin everything. As a result, it is common for families to go hungry for a short period of time.

Hengheng thought for a while, looked at Yao Shiling, and then looked at his parents' room. Just then, he heard a "thump" from the door, as if the latch had been opened.

Hengheng said happily, "Mom is awake, I'm going to find Mom."

Xiao Dao and Er Pao said, "Then we'll wait on the main road and play marbles."

"Okay." Hengheng toddled to Wen Qing's room, pushed open the door and called out, "Mommy!"

"Shh!" Ji Yanjun gestured for him to be quiet, and he immediately stopped shouting. He tiptoed and staggered to the bedside, knelt down beside the bed, looked at Ji Yanjun, and said, "Dad, you're awake?"

Ji Yanjun glanced at him and chubby-cheeked, amused by his appearance: "Mm."

"Xiao Dao and Er Pao's parents went to collect beans." He pointed to the door with his chubby little finger: "They went to collect beans when it was still dark."

Ji Yanjun looked at him and asked, "And then?"

"There's no one left in their family."

"Hmm, so what?"

"They have nothing to eat."

"Um."

Hengheng lay on the bed, his chubby little hands clinging to the sheets, looking at Ji Yanjun with clear eyes and said, "Daddy, um, um, let Xiaodao and Erpao eat at Grandma's house, okay? I'll eat one less steamed bun."

“Okay,” Ji Yanjun said.

Hengheng's eyes lit up.

"However, you need to ask your maternal grandmother for permission. Your father has no objection."

"Should I ask Grandma?" Hengheng asked.

"Um."

"Okay." Hengheng said, turning to run away, but Ji Yanjun called out to him, "Come back."

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Give Dad a kiss.

Hengheng ran over, happily lay down on the bed and kissed Ji Yanjun, completely forgetting that Ji Yanjun had hit him hard with a tree branch yesterday. Then he ran quickly out of the room, shouting, "Grandma, Grandma!" He ran into the kitchen, tilted his head up, and chattered to Yao Shiling for a while before happily running out of the yard, saying as he ran, "I want to fly like a rocket!"

Yao Shiling shook her head and smiled as she looked at Hengheng's energetic demeanor.

At the same time, Wen Qing opened her eyes, snuggled closer to Ji Yanjun, and asked, "Did Hengheng come over just now?"

"Well, let's talk about Xiao Dao's family harvesting beans. When will our family harvest?" The "our family" that Ji Yanjun mentioned was the "Wen family".

"Mom said it's okay tomorrow," Wen Qing said.

Another reason why Ji Yanjun was willing to come to Shuiwan Village was to help Yao Shiling harvest beans. Now that Fengqing Shoe Factory has given four days off for the busy farming season, it is to allow the villagers to harvest the beans as soon as possible.

"Okay, then I'll go out and get busy again today, and I'll be back this afternoon. I'll start harvesting beans tonight."

"I'll go to the county town to take a look later."

Ji Yanjun thought for a moment and said, "Can we take Hengheng home? Dad misses Hengheng a lot."

Wen Qing smiled and said, "Okay, I'll be back after a meal."

"Okay." Ji Yanjun hugged Wen Qing and kissed her on the forehead.

The two had just finished their conversation and were about to get up and get dressed when they heard Hengheng's loud voice from the yard say, "Come to my house for dinner. My grandma cooks so well, it's super delicious. When my dad, mom, grandma, and uncle aren't home, I'll come to your house for dinner too."

Ji Yanjun, listening to this from inside the room, broke out in a slight sweat.

Xiao Dao, who was outside the room, said, "Hengheng, I can eat a lot."

The Second Artillery Corps said, "I can eat that too."

Hengheng said, "Oh, what a coincidence! I can eat too. I can eat more than my mom. I can eat two steamed buns in one meal, while my mom can only eat one."

Wen Qing, who was inside the room, remained silent upon hearing this.

Ji Yanjun turned around and explained, "Hengheng said that Xiaodao and Erpao's parents went to pick beans, and they invited Xiaodao and Erpao to come here for a meal."

"He's so kind," Wen Qing said with a smile.

Hengheng was not only enthusiastic in words, but also extremely enthusiastic in actions. During the meal, he imitated Yao Shiling, taking half a duck egg and saying, "Xiaodao, you eat the duck egg."

He took another steamed bun and said, "Erpao, have another one."

His voice was sweet and childlike from the moment he opened his mouth, and his chubby little hands were constantly busy, making Yao Shiling, Wen Qing, Ji Yanjun, Wen Liang and Wen Peng, who were watching from the side, unable to help but laugh.

Xiao Dao and Er Pao's families both work at Feng Qing Garment Factory. Although they have moved into a tiled house with the help of Feng Qing Garment Factory and saved some money, their quality of life is still far inferior to that of Yao Shiling's family. Looking at the white steamed buns, salted duck eggs, white rice porridge, egg custard, beef strips, and so on on the table, Xiao Dao and Er Pao are extremely envious. Heng Heng's chubby little hands keep pushing the food in front of them, so the two little guys don't pretend and eat as much as they want. Heng Heng's appetite is always excellent.

"Stop eating." Wen Qing stopped Hengheng's chubby little hands from reaching for the steamed buns: "You've already had two! Look at your tummy!"

Hengheng looked down at his bulging belly, touched it with his little hand and asked, "Belly, tummy, are you full?" Then he answered himself, "Hengheng, no, no, I'm not full. I need to eat half a steamed bun to be full."

Then, Hengheng raised his head, his dark eyes looking at Wen Qing, and said, "Mom, did you hear that? Tummy said it wants to eat half a steamed bun."

The family was speechless.

Yao Shiling gave him half of the smallest steamed bun, which he took and bit into. After finishing it, he giggled and said, "Okay, I'm full, my tummy is full, Mom, I'm so happy."

Ji Yanjun and Wen Qing: "..."

Yao Shiling, Wen Liang, and Wen Peng: "..."

After the meal, Ji Yanjun made a phone call to the Ji family. Around noon, he took Wen Qing and Hengheng to the Ji family home. Before going, he coaxed Hengheng for a long time before she agreed to go to the Ji family home.

When they arrived at the Ji family home, Ji Yousheng and Ji Ningzhi were waiting at the door, while Liang Wenhua was buying fried dough twists.

"Let's forgive these five cents," Liang Wenhua said.

"We can't let it go, we can't let it go. Small businesses can't make money," the vendor said.

"You're so stingy. If my grandson hadn't come back, I wouldn't have bought your fried dough twists." Liang Wenhua muttered to himself, rolled his eyes at the vendor, and handed him the money.

"Hengheng." Ji Yousheng and Ji Ningzhi rushed forward to greet Hengheng as soon as they saw her.

Not to be outdone, Liang Wenhua affectionately called out, "Hengheng."

Hengheng called out, "Grandpa, Auntie."

"Hengheng." Ji Ningzhi happily picked up Hengheng.

“There’s also Grandma, call her Grandma,” Ji Yanjun said.

Hengheng called out in a childish voice, "Grandma," and then rolled her eyes at Liang Wenhua.

Liang Wenhua was taken aback.

Ji Yousheng and Ji Ningzhi smiled when they thought he was young.

Ji Yanjun asked with a stern face, "Hengheng, what kind of look was that when you looked at Grandma just now?"

Liang Wenhua smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

To everyone's surprise, Hengheng said, "Grandma did the same thing just now, looking at that person." Hengheng pointed at the departing vendor and rolled her eyes cutely once again.

Wen Qing looked at Ji Yanjun expressionlessly, and Ji Yanjun was immediately speechless.

Ji Ningzhi immediately said, "Mom, why are you rolling your eyes at me?"

“Exactly,” Ji Yousheng said. “Even a man selling fried dough twists has offended you.”

Ji Ningzhi: "Hengheng is still young and learns everything quickly. If you roll your eyes or swear, he will learn it. When he gets older and goes to school, he will swear and roll his eyes at people all the time. Who will want to play with him then?"

Liang Wenhua quickly apologized, smiling apologetically, "No, no, I definitely won't swear. I won't roll my eyes at people again next time, okay?" Then she leaned close to Hengheng and said, "Hengheng, Grandma is a good person. Grandma was wrong just now. Please forget about it and forgive Grandma."

"Alright then," Hengheng replied crisply, turning her head to one side.

Liang Wenhua was still happy. Holding the fried dough twists, she leaned over to the other side and said, "Hengheng, look, Grandma bought you these fried dough twists. They're freshly fried and smell especially good."

Ji Ningzhi carried Hengheng into the courtyard.

Liang Wenhua jogged to catch up.

Ji Yanjun and Wen Qing: "..."