"Okay, Mom and Dad, we get it. That means we won't get facial paralysis if we laugh too much."

Okay, this kid still can’t forget about his facial paralysis after listening for a long time.

"Okay, okay, let's go to bed. We have to go to grandpa and grandma's house tomorrow."

Yang Hang was a little distressed. After returning home, he slept with the little guys again. The key point was that they occupied Chu Yao's arms, and he couldn't get in at all.

Chu Yao happily gave Yang Hang a smug look, as if to say, see, children really do love their mothers the most.

Yang Hang felt a little resentful.

Chu Yao avoided Yang Hang's gaze.

Really, you are such an adult, why are you still arguing with children?

The other rooms in the Yang family were also filled with the smell of smoke.

Yang Zheng watched Wu Siyu preparing the festival gifts for his second son's wife who was going back to her parents' home. He saw the old woman taking this and wanting to take that. In a short while, the bag, which was not big to begin with, was filled to the brim.

That’s it. The old woman was still muttering to herself, trying to figure out if there was anything she had forgotten to bring.

"Old woman, please be quiet. You've brought too many things, and they won't be able to hold them all. Have you forgotten that Ah Zhao and the others are going with you?"

Wu Siyu rolled her eyes at Yang Zheng and said angrily, "Ah Zhao and the others are not young anymore and can walk. Why don't you just let Ah Hang carry the bag? You are such a fool.

Although I know my in-laws don't value these things, I don't believe you don't know the saying "the more gifts, the less blame." Besides, my in-laws indirectly helped us train a college student. Look at the people in the neighborhood, who is as promising as my daughter-in-law?

"Yes, yes, old woman, you're right. If there's anything else you need to sort out, I'll go with you. Let's finish it quickly and go to bed. We have to get up early tomorrow."

"You're smart."

Okay, the old woman is the boss at home, and whatever she says goes.

The same thing happened in Yang Ming's house. They prepared things for the children and homemade cakes. Although they would give gifts every festival, this time her sister-in-law was coming back to her parents' home as a college student, and they absolutely could not let her take back so few things as before.

(Chu Yao, actually I always bring a lot. The most important thing is meat and money.)

"Ayu, stop pretending. Mom should have prepared some. These are enough for us."

"How can this be enough? Have you forgotten how much we earned from secretly selling the cakes? Please don't be reluctant to part with them. We can just make more next time and sell them."

"Isn't this because I'm afraid of tiring you? I know my brother and sister-in-law are capable people, but I feel bad for my own wife. Okay, be obedient, we won't clean it up. If you feel bad, Ayu, you can secretly give some money to my sister-in-law tomorrow when no one is around."

"That's a good idea, Ming. I didn't expect you to be so smart. Okay, you're the boss in our family, so I'll listen to you. These things are the baggage, and we won't prepare anything else. Let's pack up and go to bed early."

The lights in each room in the Yang family's yard were turned off one after another, and the family fell into a sweet dream.