Li Ping is used to being alone and likes to be alone.
This will be watched by people all the time.
He hid behind Chen Mengyao in fear.
His eyes were timid and fearful.
Chen Mengyao glanced at Damao without any anger: "He's timid, don't stare at him all the time."
Big Mao paused for a moment and then slammed his phone.
Back home.
Chen Mengyao made a cup of malted milk for each of them.
Li Ping had drunk it when Captain Li was at home, and he still remembered the taste: "Dad, Dad, buy it, I, I'll drink it."
Li Ping spoke slowly, occasionally stuttering. It was tiring to listen to him, but Chen Mengyao didn't find it annoying at all: "Want to drink?"
Li Ping drank it all in one gulp and licked his lips: "Hey, I'll drink it."
Damao looked at the malted milk in the cup and was reluctant to drink it: "Sister-in-law, this stuff is very expensive."
Chen Mengyao teased: "Do you still need me to feed you?"
Damao was stunned for a moment and shook his head repeatedly: "No, no."
Then he stood up and asked, "Sister-in-law, can I take it back for my younger brother and sister to drink?"
Chen Mengyao: "Okay."
Da Mao brought the malted milk home and said, "Er Mao, San Mao, Daya, bring your cups over here."
The three of them seemed to have heard some instructions.
They all ran to get the cups.
"Wow, malted milk, brother, who gave this to me? That's really generous, isn't it?"
"The sister-in-law next door gave it to us. Let's each drink a little."
"Thank you, big brother. When I grow up and make money, I will take care of you in your old age and buy you funeral clothes to prolong your life." The girl who said this was seven years old.
She heard from people in the family compound that buying funeral clothes for birthdays can increase one's lifespan.
She kept these words firmly in her mind.
Damao: "You are such a strange person, thank you!"
Ermao also took the opportunity to make a request: "Sister, when I get old, please buy me more food."
The seven-year-old Daya patted her chest and made a bold statement: "Don't worry, second brother, I will definitely not miss you."
Sanmao felt that he was being excluded, and he asked anxiously: "What about me?"
Daya felt that everyone should be treated equally: "You have it too."
When Sister Li came back from outside and saw them drinking malted milk, she frowned slightly and asked, "Sister Chen, give it to me?"
They don't have this at home.
Apart from Sister Shen, she couldn't think of anyone else.
Da Mao licked the malted milk on his lips and said, "Well, Mom, my sister-in-law brought Pingzi home."
Sister Li didn't hear anything. "What bottle? What bottle did Sister Chen buy?"
Da Mao's mouth twitched a few times: "It's not that bottle, it's Ping An Ping."
Illiterate Mrs. Li couldn't figure out what was what: "I don't care what kind of bottle it is, it's still a bottle anyway."
Damao was afraid that his mother would make a fool of herself, so he patiently explained, "It's Captain Li's son Pingzi."
Sister Li was even more confused. Her frown could have killed a fly: "A bottle, how is it related to Captain Li?"
Damao had no choice but to continue mumbling.
Finally understanding, Sister Li slapped Damao on the back of the head: "Just call him a fool, and you're still calling him a bottle. Are you doing this on purpose?"
Damao has his own way of saying it: "Before I didn't know my name, it didn't matter how I called it. But now that I know my name, how can I call it that way? I can't bring myself to say it."
"I'll go next door and take a look." Sister Li dropped the basket and hurried to the next door.
"Sister, I heard from Damao that you brought Li Ping back?"
Chen Mengyao had just finished applying medicine to Li Ping when Sister Li saw the crisscrossing scars on Li Ping's arms, some of which were oozing pus and blood with a fishy smell. She gasped, "Oh my god, that vicious woman Wang Hamei is beating me to death!"
"Wang Hamei is always scheming. When Captain Li came home, she was extremely aggressive towards Pingzi. As soon as Captain Li left, she was like a mad dog, beating Pingzi whenever she could."
Sister Li's eyes were red with tears. Could it be that just because she didn't give birth to the child, she could beat and scold him at will?
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