Lu Heng responded readily: "Yes."
At this time, everyone noticed Lu Heng's strangeness, so the two little sisters huddled together and whispered, laughing as they talked.
The others also looked back and forth between Lu Heng and Qiao Qingqing with knowing eyes.
Feng Xiumei is an experienced person, how could she not understand?
She said quickly, "Okay, we're relieved to know that you're all safe. It's getting late, so we won't bother you anymore. We'll come play again tomorrow. You guys should finish eating, clean up, and go to bed."
The group of people tactfully said goodbye.
As soon as the guests left, Lu Heng's eyes became even more unscrupulous.
Qiao Qingqing was embarrassed and annoyed by being stared at, and glared at him: "Why are you staring at me?"
Seeing her angry, Lu Heng curled his lips and said, "I want to see what's wrong with my wife."
"Stop looking at it. Hurry up and give your son a bath." Qiao Qingqing turned her back and cleaned up the dishes.
In order to be convenient in the evening, she made egg porridge because she didn't have the energy to cook rice or stir-fry vegetables.
A group of people just arrived. Aunt Xiumei, Xiaoman and Lanfang each fed a cub for her, so she and Lu Heng could concentrate on eating.
At this moment, the children are playing in the yard after having eaten their fill. Having been away from home for so long, they miss the toys that their grandpa and great-grandfather made for them.
In order to prevent the three brothers from fighting, the two elders took the trouble to make three, one for each brother.
However, adults still don’t understand children well enough.
Although everyone has one, there will always be little ones who feel that theirs are not as good as others.
Look, the eldest brother has taken a fancy to the younger brother and insists on riding his little wooden horse.
The old man was no pushover either, and the two brothers started a small war with each other, pulling and shoving each other.
Seeing this, San San wisely didn't go near them. Instead, he rode on the wooden horse and lay on top of it so that no one could snatch his possessions away.
Qiao Qingqing and Lu Heng were watching the three children having fun, but for a while their husband ignored them and went into the kitchen to clean up.
Suddenly, they heard crying outside and the two ran out.
At first glance, I saw one kid sitting on the ground and another trying to climb onto the wooden horse.
It looks like the war is over and the winner has been decided.
Lu Heng was about to go over, but Qiao Qingqing stopped him.
"Don't worry about it. The elder and younger brothers always fight over things. They win and lose. Even if we worry about it this time, we won't be able to stop it next time. Let them fight. As long as the fight is not serious, adults should not interfere."
After Qiao Qingqing finished speaking, she turned and went back into the kitchen. She had to boil a pot of hot water so that she could wash the faces and bodies of the three children.
She also needed to take a shower as she hadn't been able to do so on the road these days. She felt that she was almost catching up with Lu Heng who had just returned.
Although Lu Heng listened to the advice, he couldn't leave with peace of mind. He moved a chair, sat under the eaves of the door and stared at the two children quietly.
After a while, both the winners and the losers began to wiggle their butts uncontrollably.
The winner slid down from the wooden horse. Maybe he was too nervous when he went down, and he accidentally tripped and almost fell on his butt.
After being defeated, he wiped his tears and snot, stuck up his little butt, climbed up from the ground, and obediently went to the remaining wooden horse.
But in the end, both kids would secretly take a look at the evil god under the eaves of the door.
At this time, Lu Heng saw that the two brothers really coaxed themselves and returned to their harmonious appearance. He couldn't help but admire his wife.
So he finally left his seat and ran to the kitchen to continue working.
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