"It's so tragic." Lying on her back on the bed, Zhong Yuxiu wailed, "Taking care of children is really not a human job. They can't talk and don't know when they cry. Yan Rushan, I don't want children to sleep with me anymore."

Yan Rushan: “….” Tragedy in the world.

"Don't let them sleep on the bed anymore." I'm really afraid that if they wet the bed once, the sheets and quilts they sleep on will become unusable.

"That won't work. We'll just have to wait until they grow up a little and can talk." After all, they are my biological children.

Not really.

Yan Rushan didn't think so. He wanted children when he didn't have any, and he was even very happy when his wife was pregnant, as he knew he had three children related to him by blood. But it was all in vain. He started to dislike the children after they were born, and had to take care of them in everything from eating, drinking, defecating and urinating. So far, he hasn't seen much good in them.

"Wife, thank goodness family planning came along."

Zhong Yuxiu was confused for a moment, then she understood and found it funny. "Other people work so hard to have more children, even paying fines for it; but you want to have them all at once and yet you're so disgusted with them. When they grow up, tell them how their father despised them and see how they look on their faces."

"We'll talk about the future later. Wife, it's time for us to go to bed."

After settling the people down, Yan Rushan lay down beside him and slowly breathed a sigh of relief; his sons were all debt collectors.

With such thoughts in mind, Yan Rushan fell into a dream and continued dreaming even when he fell asleep. He dreamed that his sons had grown to be seven or eight years old, and each of them was naughty and would tear off the roof if not punished for three days. They were still playboys when they grew up. He was so angry that he woke up in a sweat.

I looked at the time and it was just past five o'clock. My wife next to me was sleeping soundly.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Yan Rushan turned sideways to look at his wife's peaceful sleeping face, raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek. He silently decided that he must strictly require his three sons in the future and not let them grow up to be playboys.

Zhong Yuxiu woke up on time after seven o'clock. Her face felt itchy, so she raised her hand to rub it. When she opened her eyes, she saw the handsome face so close to her. "Brother Yan."

"Hmm?" Yan Rushan smiled. "Are you awake? Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

"No, I'm done sleeping." He shook his head, reached out from under the quilt to rub his head, stretched out his body, and sighed in comfort, "How long have you been awake? You look so energetic!"

It looked like he had been awake for quite a while.

Yan Rushan smiled and patted her head, saying, "You woke up a little early."

"Wake up and continue sleeping!"

"I can't sleep." He slid down and buried his face in her shoulder, speaking in a humming voice, "Wife, I had a nightmare."

Zhong Yuxiu was puzzled and squinted at his dark head. "What nightmare?"

"I dreamed that my three sons grew up to be seven or eight years old, and were hated by everyone; when they grew up, they became playboys, to what extent, the kind that cheated both their father and their mother. I woke up all of a sudden." He was so scared that he broke into a sweat. He was not born a playboy, at most he just liked to fight.

My daughter-in-law probably won't do that either, and their son probably doesn't have that gene.

Holding the man's head, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and coaxed him, "Okay, dreams are always the opposite. Our son will definitely not become a playboy. With Grandpa here, what are you worried about? Grandpa taught you and Xiaohai very well, so our son will definitely be good."

"Wife, you're right. Children raised by grandpa are bound to be good." He looked at his father, then at him and Yan Ruhai. "The dream was so real. I still remember what happened in the dream."

Zhong Yuxiu couldn't stop laughing. Who would have thought that the man in her family who looked steady and reserved actually had such a side to him.

"Dreams are the opposite of reality. Forget it. It's time to get up. Grandpa should be up already. He always gets up early every day."

Yan Rushan stood up and picked her up as well, "It's time to get up. Are you going to work today?"

"No, the teacher is coming home for dinner, so what's the point of me going to work?" Zhong Yuxiu shook her head and said, "Please bring me some clothes, something thicker. The two sets you brought me last month are good. Choose the light pink one."

If you wear too many cool colors, try some brighter colors to change your look.

Yan Rushan got out of bed and got her a set of matching clothes, which included warm sweaters, short down jackets, and thick bell-bottom pants, which she could also wear with a pair of bloomers underneath.

It was a bit heavy to wear, but it was acceptable for the sake of warmth; however, it was very warm at home and she couldn't wear a down jacket at all, so she threw the down jacket aside.

"Is it okay to wear this?" He was neatly dressed in a dark red sweater with black flared pants and a pair of slippers on his feet.

"It would be better to ask him to change into a pair of snow boots." Yan Rushan took a look and gave some constructive advice.

Zhong Yuxiu chuckled, "Just wear slippers at home, and wear snow boots when you go out."

"That's fine." In fact, he didn't think it mattered and it was okay to wear it at home.

The couple dressed and went downstairs. As expected, Old Master Yan had gotten up early. Seeing them coming down, he smiled and said, "You got up so early today."

"Good morning, Grandpa."

"Good morning, Grandpa."

The couple greeted each other, and Zhong Yuxiu said, "Grandpa, let's have seafood for lunch. I'm craving seafood. I wonder if there are bullfrogs. I'd like to eat dry-pot bullfrogs."

"I'll go to the market and take a look. You guys eat first." It's easier to buy things in the morning.

Yan Rushan was about to leave when Zhong Yuxiu hurriedly held him back. "You've never left so early. Let's have breakfast first. I'll go with you to the market to see if there's anything delicious. We can buy some and bring them back to treat the teacher."

"If you leave, who will entertain the teacher when he comes?" Yan Rushan disagreed with her decision. "You'd better stay home. You have to entertain the teacher no matter what."

Zhong Yuxiu hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded in agreement; she was not sure when she would be back from the market, and it would be very rude if she was not there when the teacher really came.

Yan Guofeng waited for them to finish talking before saying, "Breakfast is ready. Gu Lingguo and the others went out for exercise and haven't come back yet."

"Then I'll ask Aunt Wang and the others to set the table first." Yan Rushan pulled Zhong Yuxiu to the kitchen. When they opened the kitchen door, the aroma of white flour wafted out, mixed with the fragrance of bean porridge.

"What kind of porridge did you cook? It smells strange." Yuxiu asked as she stepped into the kitchen.

Wang Daya turned around and smiled, "Comrade Zhong, Comrade Yan, I cooked red bean, barley and lily porridge; it will remove the dampness from your body and is good for your health."

"It's time to eat it from time to time." Although she didn't have dampness in her body, the red bean, barley and lily porridge tasted good alone; adding some brown sugar would make it even more fragrant.

"That's right! I didn't think of it before, but now I remember it, so let's do it quickly." Wang Daya was smiling. Compared with Gong Zhaodi who was working silently next to her, she was really not good at speaking; at most she would answer one question at a time.

Zhong Yuxiu retracted her gaze and said, "The meal can be served now. Comrade Gu and the others should be back soon, right? They should be back around this time."

"Almost done, let's put breakfast on the table first."