Chapter 163: Blowing up the dog bowl, being chased by dogs for two miles.
Zhizhi shook her head like a rattle drum.
The way he vehemently denied it completely amused everyone in the room.
Jiang Anchao clutched his chest, feigning unbearable heartache. "Oh, oh, oh, other people raise daughters like little cotton-padded jackets, but I've raised a black-hearted, leaky cotton-padded jacket. She doesn't even want to look like her father."
Deng Qiu noticed her husband's disappointment, so she spoke up to comfort him, "Alright, Zhizhi was just joking. You actually took it seriously. But you two do look more and more compatible. Old Jiang, you've really improved since you had your daughter. You seem to have become even more handsome."
"That is... ..."
When Jiang Anchao heard his wife praise him like that, his last bit of disappointment vanished instantly.
He couldn't help but turn his head away, his lips practically drooling. "Don't you know who I am? In the end, raising a daughter brings me joy, while raising a son only makes me furious. I'd be roaring like a lion all day long, which would shorten my lifespan by so much."
Cuiping stroked her lower abdomen, quietly watching them laugh and play.
"I don't ask for anything else, I just hope that God will let me have a child as well-behaved and sensible as Zhizhi. I don't ask for her to be exactly like Zhizhi, I would be very happy if she was even one-tenth like her."
Zhizhi blinked, her tone still innocent, "Then Auntie should pray to God for double, one isn't enough."
"Oh, I didn't expect our little Zhizhi to be so greedy!"
Li Zhengyang reached out and ruffled her little head, his hearty laughter filled with joy. "One child is enough for your uncle. I can't even finish washing diapers for one. If we have another one, she'll suffer and I'll suffer too. Forget it, let's not consider a second child for now."
"Huh?" Zhizhi was stumped. She pointed to Aunt Cuiping's relatively flat stomach, but her tone was very serious. "But Aunt Cuiping has two diapers in her belly, and they're flowery ones. Uncle, you can't even finish washing all the diapers, can you?"
"Are you... are you telling the truth?"
He looked at Cuiping in disbelief, his eyes brimming with shock.
Cuiping shook her head. "I...I don't know."
"Oh dear, you all just believe Zhizhi." Deng Qiu was already used to her daughter's amazing abilities. "When Zhizhi's aunt came to visit before, Zhizhi said she was pregnant, but she didn't believe it. But when she went to the hospital for a checkup, it turned out she was pregnant. I heard that children are the most accurate at spotting pregnant women. Cuiping, you can go for a checkup after three months and you'll know whether it's a single or double pregnancy."
"It's a flower stick!" Zhizhi corrected with a serious face.
Cuiping felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"Actually, I never dared to imagine having a child of my own in this lifetime. You know... before..."
Previously, Wang Qingshan had repeatedly attacked her, always accusing her of being a barren hen.
This made her always feel that she was infertile, and she never dared to hold her head high.
She originally thought she was destined to grow old alone, but after meeting Li Zhengyang, she not only gained a loving mother-in-law, but also a husband who took great care of her.
Only then did she experience what true happiness was.
Cuiping took a deep breath. "That bastard Wang Qingshan couldn't have a child himself, and he kept shirking the responsibility onto me. Now that I'm pregnant, I can finally vent my anger."
"Why are you still angry with him?" Li Zhengyang said, cracking sunflower seeds with disdain. "He took his demobilization allowance and insisted on going into business. I heard from my colleagues in the army that Wang Qingshan has started borrowing money from his former comrades and even said he wanted to recruit them. He went south to do business and not only lost all his demobilization allowance, but he can barely afford to eat anymore."
To be honest, Wang Qingshan is really a talent. With such a large sum of money, even if he went back to the countryside to farm, he could live a life of ease and comfort.
No, they insist on proving themselves and want to get rich quick and become bosses.
Now he's got nothing, and none of his comrades want to talk to him anymore; there's no way they'd lend him money.
He's practically begging on the streets now.
When Zhizhi heard the adults discussing this, she didn't even look up and said, "I've said it before, he's infertile and has a house full of children. Someone like him, once he's extinct, he can't possibly have his own children. It wasn't Aunt Cuiping's problem to begin with. The fact that Aunt Cuiping has twins now is the best proof that he's wrong."
Deng Qiu chuckled, "You, you, as a girl, you shouldn't be so mean-spirited!"
This little guy is so sharp-tongued, it's like he's been poisoned. Every word he says hits the mark right in the hearts of the adults.
Out of consideration for face and upbringing, they dared not directly hurl harsh insults.
Zhizhi is quite something; she's merciless when it comes to criticizing people, and just listening to her is exhilarating.
After finishing making the paper-cut window decorations, Jiang Anchao took his child to the street to buy fireworks and firecrackers.
After Deng Qiu finished cooking, she found that Zhi Zhi was busy with her own things.
"Were you hiding something from me when you said those things today?"
Zhizhi paused for a moment in her hand holding the small scissors: "It's not that I don't want to look like Daddy, I just don't want to look like someone who resembles Daddy..."
She lowered her head even further.
"I will apologize to my dad; I think I hurt his feelings just now."
Deng Qiu sighed, "Luckily, your mother is a university teacher, otherwise I really wouldn't understand what you meant by that."
She doesn't want to be like Jiang Anchao, not because she really doesn't want to.
Rather, it's because they don't want to resemble Jiang Anchao.
Listening to this, someone who didn't know better might think he was reciting a rhyming jingle.
Who is that person?
When her mother asked her question, her big eyes were completely blank.
"Zhizhi cannot say."
"Can't I really tell you?"
"Mmm!" Zhizhi said guiltily, "Anyway, he's a bad guy, Zhizhi can't tell Mom."
"Okay, then Mom won't ask you anymore."
Deng Qiu stood up, silently thinking to herself: I'll go ask your father.
Someone who looks like Jiang Anchao must be someone he knows.
As she spoke, she stood up and walked outside, intending to block the riverbank and ask Chao for clarification.
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Both sides of the street
Jiang Anchao carried large and small bags, preparing to go back and buy gifts for Zhizhi to please his daughter and get her to agree that she looks like him.
Before I even got home, I bumped right into my wife standing on the roadside waving at me.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"Where are Gansu and Zhenwei?" Deng Qiu looked behind him but didn't see the children.
Jiang An shrugged innocently. "They went to Yuan Hui to set off firecrackers. I said setting off firecrackers was fine, but they weren't allowed to take them to blow up the outhouse. Otherwise, they'd get covered in firecrackers and get a beating when they got home. Of course, I also wouldn't let them take firecrackers to blow up the dog's food bowl. When I was a kid, I blew up the food bowl of Big Yellow at the village entrance, and the dog chased me for two miles."
Deng Qiu: "... ..."
Look at him, he's so angry. She thought he was sad and wanted to come and comfort him.
Deng Qiu pulled him to the roadside and asked, "Do you have anyone in your family who looks particularly like you?"
Jiang Anchao's smile suddenly froze.
Why do you ask that?
"If I remember correctly... your parents said you have a younger brother, right?"
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