Chapter 303 is about getting angry.
"Ouch, it's so cold!"
Baozhu caught a raindrop in her little hand and immediately shrank her neck.
Jiang Nuanzhi chuckled and picked up the handkerchief from beside the pillow to wipe her little hands.
Baozhu has become a bit chubby thanks to Jiang Nuanzhi's care. She's a soft little ball in my hand, and I couldn't resist giving her a squeeze.
The little girl, however, seemed to have had her funny bone tickled, and kept giggling.
Jiang Nuanzhi rubbed her little nose: "Go to sleep. Didn't you want to move to the new house? Tomorrow, Mommy will take you to the new house to sort out what's still missing, and we'll buy everything in the next few days. Once everything is settled, we'll move in, okay?"
Baozhu looked up at Jiang Nuanzhi from her arms, her clear eyes sparkling like stars: "Yay, we're moving to a new house soon!"
She immediately hugged Jiang Nuanzhi's waist, grinned from ear to ear, and her little feet started dancing excitedly.
Jiang Nuanzhi couldn't help but twitch her lips and patted the little girl's hair: "Baozhu, do you not like your current home?"
"Some I like, and some I don't." After saying that, she secretly glanced at Jiang Nuanzhi's expression. Seeing that her mother wasn't angry, she said in a childish voice, "Mother, we have a lot of family members. Baozhu is afraid that someone will come in when she changes her clothes every day. It's embarrassing. Mother, when we have a big house in the future, can we change into fragrant clothes in the house?"
Jiang Nuanzhi nodded: "Of course."
"That's great, Mother!" Baozhu thought for a moment, then frowned at Jiang Nuanzhi: "Mother, so you have your own room now?"
"yes."
"Mother, then I think I'd better not move to the new house!"
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
"Baozhu still wants to sleep with her mother."
Jiang Nuanzhi asked in surprise, "Don't you want your own room anymore? Don't you want a big wardrobe to store your pretty clothes? Don't you want to use a toilet where your bottom won't freeze?"
The little girl was always incredibly excited whenever she went to the new house, and Jiang Nuanzhi found it hard to believe that these words came from the little girl's mouth.
Baozhu hesitated for a while: "But then I won't be able to sleep in the same bed with Mother. Let's not move."
Jiang Nuanzhi looked at her little face, which was all scrunched up, and burst out laughing. She lowered her voice and said, "Baby, you can still sleep with Mommy when we move to the new house."
"Really?"
"certainly!"
"Yay! Mommy, you're so good!"
"Sweetheart, go to sleep."
Baozhu obediently closed her eyes. Listening to the pitter-patter of the leaking rain, she opened her eyes again after a while and couldn't help but ask in a soft, breathy voice, "Mother, if you sleep with Father from now on, what if Father doesn't allow me to sleep with you? Will I still be able to sleep with you then?"
Jiang Nuanzhi was almost asleep with her eyes closed when she suddenly heard these lewd words. She immediately opened her eyes, looked at the very worried Baozhu, and swallowed hard: "Who told you all this!"
“The grandmas in the village all say that Mommy has to sleep with Daddy. She can’t sleep with anyone else.” Thinking of something, Baozhu pouted and said, “Mommy, when Daddy comes back, can you talk to him? Baozhu wants to sleep with Mommy.”
Jiang Nuanzhi stared in shock at her four-year-old daughter, frozen in place. What did she say to Li Rong?
"Mother, is it alright?"
Jiang Nuanzhi: ".Okay."
"But don't worry, your dad probably won't try to take it from you."
Baozhu pouted and shook her head, saying, "Mother is wrong. Who doesn't want to sleep with Mother? Baozhu doesn't want Mother to hold someone else while sleeping."
Jiang Nuanzhi's expression cracked: "Huh?"
Baozhu nodded seriously, her chubby little face full of solemnity: "Baozhu was very angry when she saw her mother hugging someone else."
She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "Mommy, Daddy will definitely be angry too. You have to talk to Daddy for Baozhu."
Jiang Nuanzhi was both amused and exasperated, but she still lowered her head and asked earnestly, "Baby, even if Mommy is hugging someone else, she is still your mother. Why are you angry?"
Baozhu gently stroked Jiang Nuanzhi's hair with her little hand, tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Baozhu doesn't know either, I'm just angry. I want Mommy to only be nice to Baozhu, to only hug Baozhu."
As she spoke, she suddenly grinned and said, "Mommy, your hair smells so good."
"Mother's hands smell so good."
"My arms smell nice too."
"Mmm, Mother."
Towards the end, his eyelids started to droop, and he actually fell asleep.
Jiang Nuanzhi looked at the corners of her mouth that were still curved after she fell asleep, and couldn't help but tap her nose.
Even though Jiang Nuanzhi tries to avoid it, this little girl still occasionally reveals her villainous supporting character traits. Sometimes, a sentence or two she utters is quite astonishing.
With a sigh, Jiang Nuanzhi gently tucked her chubby little feet under the covers, thinking that she would teach her properly later.
Jiang Nuanzhi yawned, found a comfortable position, and soon fell asleep.
Nothing was said that night.
In ancient times, people would go to bed around seven o'clock in the evening and wake up before the sun had risen in the morning. Jiang Nuanzhi had already slept for ten hours.
Once she arrived here, she truly slept until she naturally woke up every day. And when she did, it was still very early. It felt like she had so much time. It was as if she had endless time every day.
"Mother, you're awake? The water will be ready soon, please wait a moment."
Ping'er, still wearing her previous coarse cloth clothes, was tending a fire in the courtyard with her sleeves rolled up. When she saw Jiang Nuanzhi, she came over with a basket.
"For you."
Jiang Nuanzhi glanced at them and immediately took them with delight: "Wow, so many flowers? Did Ping'er specially go up the mountain to pick them for Mother?"
“Yes, Mother likes it. I got up early this morning and picked some. It’s getting cold, and I’m afraid we won’t be able to see it in a while. Now half of the grass on this mountain has turned yellow, and the grass that we used to see in the summer is gone. Only this salvia is still blooming, but it will probably be gone in a couple of days. I dug some up so that Mother can see it anytime she wants.”
Ping'er had filled a basket with flowers. His mother liked to pick some fresh flowers to put in the room when she went up the mountain. He had dug them up along with the roots.
"My son, how can you be so good?" Jiang Nuanzhi put down the basket of flowers and pinched Ping'er's little face.
Ping'er was a little embarrassed, but she stood obediently in front of Jiang Nuanzhi, blushing as she let Jiang Nuanzhi pinch her without dodging.
The young boy had grown taller; the sleeves of his coarse cloth clothes were now much too short, as were the hem, and his calves were halfway down. He was now up to Jiang Nuan's chin, and the childishness on his face had faded somewhat, replaced by a resolute look in his eyes that was uncommon for children his age. He resembled a newly sprouted bamboo shoot, both fresh and strong.
Jiang Nuanzhi looked on, and it was impossible for her not to feel proud. This was something she had fed him meal by meal.
“Ping’er, these clothes are so small, don’t wear them anymore. I’ll go get you some new ones, and when I go to the county office today, I’ll get you two more.”
"Mother!" Ping'er grabbed Jiang Nuanzhi.
Jiang Nuanzhi asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"
"I have something to tell you."
"Um?"
Ping'er pursed her lips, glanced at the room, and frowned, saying, "The woman you brought back yesterday cannot stay in our house."
(End of this chapter)
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