Chapter 45 Brother, let's go to the dance!

That evening, the long table in the Lou family's dining room was full of people.

General Lou sat at the head of the long table, looking at the scene before him with satisfaction.

To his left were his four sons, whom he was very proud of, and to his right were the women of his family. Everyone in the family was sitting at this table, and the atmosphere was incredibly harmonious.

The only problem is...

Lou Dashuai glanced at the little girl sitting at the other end of the long table.

Mao Mao sat next to Lou Yan Sui, a distance of four sons' width between them.

His sons were all tall and big. Although the youngest, Lou Yansui, was still a boy and a bit thin, the little girl was even smaller. When she sat at the dining table, only her little head could be seen peeking out.

From Lou Dashuai's perspective, all he could see were two little tufts of hair swaying on her head. Whenever one of his sons casually put down his wine glass, he would completely block out Mao Mao's little head.

Lou Dashuai cleared his throat and coughed, "Fengju, sit back."

Lou Fengju asked, puzzled, "Dad?"

But he still stood up as instructed.

He wanted to sit back, and the other brothers also needed to move. Everyone stood up, and Lou Yansui pushed his wheelchair out of his seat.

Then Lou Dashuai smiled and waved to the distance, "Mao Mao, come here and sit next to Daddy."

The four brothers stopped moving at the same time.

Lou Fengju raised an eyebrow, pulled out his chair and sat back down, while Lou Yansui pushed his wheelchair back into his seat.

"Dad, isn't this wrong?" The four brothers all looked at him disapprovingly. "We also want to sit with Mao Mao. This is so unfair."

Lou Dashuai straightened his face and snorted coldly, "Fair? Mao Mao is my daughter, what's wrong with her sitting next to me?"

"You want to sit with Mao Mao, and we also want to sit with Mao Mao."

The First Madam turned and exchanged glances with the other concubines, and said gently, "Why don't we let Mao Mao sit with us? It would be better if we could take care of her."

"No need, Mom." Lou Yansui said, having just put a piece of food into her younger sister's bowl. "Mao Mao eats very well and doesn't need anyone to take care of her."

you do not say.

When it's time to eat, Mao Mao's face is almost buried in her little bowl. She is eating very seriously and attentively. She never needs to be coaxed to eat. As long as the bowl is placed in front of her, she will gobble down the whole bowl of rice by herself.

The little girl wasn't picky at all; she ate whatever was given to her and ate with great relish, cleaning every single grain of rice from her bowl. She ate with impeccable manners.

Lou Hongjian watched her eat through his younger brother's reach, his hands itching to poke her chubby little face.

But before he could even make a move, just as he raised his hand, Lou Yansui, who had seen through his actions, glared at him and pulled him back.

Lou Hongjian suggested, "I think it would be better to let Mao Mao sit in turns, changing her seat every day, so that anyone can sit with her."

Everyone was speechless: "What kind of talk is this?"

Lou Yansui: "I'm young, so Mao Mao will sit with me. None of you can take it from me."

Lou Heming: "Ah Sui, why are you cheating like the third brother?"

Lou Fengju: "I am the eldest brother, you should listen to me."

Commander Lou: "I'm your father, what I say goes!"

Old Madam Lou said in a deep voice, "Stop arguing, let Mao Mao sit with me."

Xia Xiaoxiang: "..."

Actually, Mao Mao is her daughter, and she should have been sitting with her.

Despite the commotion around her, Mao Mao was completely oblivious, happily eating from her little bowl without even looking up.

"Mao Mao," Lou Yansui turned around and asked, "Tell me yourself, who would you most like to sit with?"

"hold head high?"

Mao Mao raised her head in confusion.

There was some sauce on the corner of her mouth. Lou Yansui took out a handkerchief and gently wiped it off for her, then asked, "Do you like sitting with Fourth Brother?"

Mao Mao happily replied, "I like it!"

"My brother also likes to sit with you."

Lou Yansui turned to look at his father, brothers, and elders, a humble yet proud smile on the young man's face.

Lou Hongjian said with dissatisfaction: "Ah Sui, asking such a question is cheating."

Lou Yansui ignored him: "Mao Mao said it herself."

Lou Hongjian: "If you ask me that kind of question, Mao Mao would like anyone. Mao Mao, don't you think so?"

Holding her empty little bowl, Mao Mao looked up at her brothers with her round little face and bright eyes and said, "Brothers, Mao Mao wants to eat another bowl."

The brothers: "..."

What else can we do?

Just spoil her.

The maid took Mao Mao's small bowl and filled it to the brim, the rice piled high.

...

You have to fight for a seat to eat, and you have to fight for a seat to sleep.

Ever since Lou Yansui secretly slept with Mao Mao, all the older brothers wanted to take Mao Mao away and sleep with them.

That night, Lou Hongjian, quick-witted and agile, secretly carried Mao Mao to his room before his other brothers could react.

"Mao Mao, how about sleeping with your brother tonight?"

Okay~

Lou Hongjian was in an exceptionally good mood. While taking a bath, he hummed a popular song that had recently come out of Haicheng's nightclubs. After washing himself clean, he thought for a moment before getting into bed, then went back to the table and sprayed a little perfume on himself.

Although the practice of wearing perfume to bed is bizarre, it can actually attract a young girl.

Sure enough, as soon as he lay down, a little girl twitched her nose like a puppy, following the sweet scent to throw herself into his arms.

Mao Mao had already taken a nice bath and smelled wonderful.

Lou Hongjian opened his arms, and the little dumpling with the milky scent jumped into his arms on its own.

It was a heavy, substantial lump, like a small, milky weight. Luckily, he was young and strong, and didn't even flinch when the weight hit his chest.

"Brother, you smell good!"

Lou Hongjian said smugly, "You have good taste!"

He had already tested it once, and this was Mao Mao's favorite scent of all the perfumes.

Of course, his preparations went far beyond that.

Lou Hongjian, holding a small, solid bundle in his arms, laboriously reached for a book from the bedside table beside him. It was a fairy tale book he had borrowed from Lou Yansui.

“It’s just reading a story, right? If A-Sui can read, I can read one for you too.” Lou Hongjian let her sit on his lap and opened the fairy tale book in front of her: “Let me see… Today we’ll listen to this one, ‘Cinderella’.”

Mao Mao sat in his lap, looking at the book in front of her that she couldn't read, listening intently.

Upon hearing that Cinderella, with the help of her fairy godmother's magic, rode a pumpkin to the palace to attend a ball and danced with the prince all night, Mao Mao tilted her head up and asked, "Brother, what is a ball?"

Lou Hongjian pinched her chubby little face: "It's just a lot of people getting together and dancing to music."

"Brother, can you dance?"

"Of course! When I was in France, I often attended balls, and none of the French danced as well as I did." Lou Hongjian said proudly, "I'm the little prince of balls!"

Mao Mao blinked her bright black eyes: "Brother, Mao Mao wants to dance too."

"That's easy. Tomorrow, we'll play music on the phonograph, and your brother will teach you how to dance. Your brother will teach you; it's very simple."

"Yay!"

Mao Mao happily raised her little hand and cheered.

Lou Hongjian pinched the soft flesh on her face again.

Mao Mao said, "Brother, let's go to the dance party and dance."

Lou Hongjian thought to himself: Go to a dance hall? How could I dare?

If he dared to take his sister to the dance hall, wouldn't his father break his legs? He'd go from a dance prince to a dance worker.

Mao Mao sat up straight expectantly, holding his arm with her little hand and tilting her head back: "Brother, the dance party."

"This...this, we don't have any here."

Yes, yes!

"where?"

"It's my sister's birthday!"