"Ahang, go and call Yaoyao to have breakfast. Do you want to take Yaoyao to the hospital? It's been more than ten hours since we had breakfast yesterday, and she still hasn't woken up. Is she sick?" Wu Siyu said to Yang Hang worriedly.

"Mom, don't worry, I'll go in and take a look." After saying that, Yang Hang walked into their own room.

Chu Yao had already woken up, but she didn't want to get up yet, mainly because the weather was too cold.

Qiujia Brigade belongs to a small city in the south. The cold here is different from that in the family quarters. The cold here seems to be freezing to the bones. I wish I could wrap myself in a quilt all the time to keep warm.

"Why did you come in? Have you finished breakfast?"

As Chu Yao spoke, the mist in her mouth gushed out and she shuddered.

"Come in quickly and let down the door curtain. It's really too cold."

Yang Hang looked at Chu Yao wrapped in the quilt with both heartache and amusement. She looked like a silkworm, with only her black hair and round head showing. Yang Hang held Chu Yao in his arms with the quilt on.

"Are you still cold like this? Ayao." The hoarse voice from the early morning gave Chu Yao goosebumps.

"It's not cold anymore, it's not cold anymore, please let me go quickly, what if the children come in and see me?"

"Don't worry, they are having breakfast right now and won't come in so early. Let me warm you up, and then we'll go have breakfast."

The two of them snuggled in the room for a while before going out to eat.

After Chu Yao went out, she met her sister-in-law's teasing gaze, her face flushed, and she glared at Yang Hang.

Yang Hang, who was beside Chu Yao, didn't care. After all, he was used to his wife's loving eyes from time to time.

After lunch, many people from the village came to the Yang family. They all came to see Chu Yao, a college student from Kyoto.

Chu Yao spent the entire afternoon in the main house chatting and laughing with the village aunts, or satisfying their curiosity.

When she lay in bed at night, Chu Yao felt that her face was almost stiff from smiling.

"Ah Hang, how come the aunties in the village are so welcoming? If I were to go back to my parents' home and make this trip again, I'd probably be the first person to get facial paralysis from laughing." (For plot reasons, the author has checked Baidu and found that laughing too much doesn't cause facial paralysis.)

Little Yang Zhao raised his hand.

"Mom, what is facial paralysis? Will we have facial paralysis in the future? My brothers and I laugh a lot every day."

"Yes, yes, Mom, what should I do? I can't help laughing, I really like laughing." Yang Zhang made a bitter face, as if he was about to cry.

"Mom, you haven't told me what facial paralysis is yet?"

Little Yang Xuan still remembers the questions raised by his elder brother.

Chu Yao and Yang Hang looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.

But how can I explain to the children that adults’ smiles have many meanings and are different from their carefree smiles?

Chu Yao cleared her throat.

"Hey babies, there are too many aunts here today. I can't handle all the chatter, so sometimes I can only smile instead."

"But babies are different. The ones playing with you are all children your own age. You kids are simple-minded and don't think twice before speaking like us adults do. So sometimes, a smile can be very effective."

Chu Yao told Yang Zhao and the others what she understood, then glanced at Yang Hang, meaning it was your turn.

Yang Hang found it funny that his sons were still a little confused. He also realized that they had grown up now and it was time for parents to teach them how to distinguish right from wrong and how to behave.

This was also the case with previous education, but it will be even more so this time.

"Ah Zhao, A Zhang, A Xuan, Daddy is asking you, are there any kids you don't like to play with?"

"Yes, we don't like playing with Goudan."

This is when Fu Fu met Goudan when he was playing in the village with Yang Zhao and others.

"Then Dad, can you ask me why I don't like playing with Goudan?"

"I know, Dad. Goudan is so dirty. His hands, feet, and face are all black. Every time his nose runs, he takes a deep breath and swallows it back."

As Yang Zhang spoke, he demonstrated it to his parents.

Chu Yao: Son, that’s not necessary.

Yang Hang: Son, you have assimilated.

Yang Zhao: This is not my brother.

Yang Xuan: This is not my second brother.

Yang Zhang was unaware of this.

"Look, you have kids who don't like to play with. Of course, we adults also have people who don't like to talk to. But because we are adults, we still have to be friendly with them on the surface."

"Of course, if you don't like someone in the future, you can stay away from them. If you can't stay away, just be friends on the surface. Don't be too close to them, and don't get too involved."

"And as for those aunts today, some I like to interact with and some I don't, but we are all from the same village. Your grandparents, uncles, and aunts still live in the village, so even if we don't like them, we have to greet them with a smile."

"After all, when you come to a house, you are a guest. It is our etiquette to greet people with a smile. And if you smile too much, you won't have facial paralysis. Mom just exaggerated."

Chu Yao secretly gave Yang Hang an appreciative look.

As for the children, they were still thinking about what their father had just said.

Yang Zhao started studying early and understood a little bit of what his father said.

Yang Zhang and Yang Xuan are still young, and they just think what their father said is very profound. What does it mean to be nice to others even if they don’t like them? But it doesn’t stop them from being obedient now.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!