"Haixia and I have just finished our work. Please don't cook for me in the morning or at noon. Haixia will live in the original courtyard with the two children. Just call me when it's time to eat. From now on, Haixia will eat in the backyard when she is home, and she can also take care of her two children's meals."
Upon hearing this, Auntie nodded repeatedly.
"I'll make some stewed eggs for Haixia's two children and keep them warm in the pot. I'll send them over after she wakes up."
Lin Qingqing nodded.
Walk into your own yard.
I agreed to stay up with the four children last night, but ended up not coming back until six in the morning.
She went into the living room and took off her military coat, then went into the living room to take a hot shower to get rid of the coldness, changed into pajamas and went into the bedroom.
The four children fell asleep in different positions, and Lin Qingqing smiled.
Climb up from the foot of the bed and lie down between the two children.
As soon as the quilt was covered, the baby opened his eyes in a daze, and when he saw Lin Qingqing, he reached out and hugged Lin Qingqing's arm.
"Mother."
Lin Qingqing kissed the baby hard on the forehead.
"I'm sorry, Mom is busy late."
The baby rested his head on Lin Qingqing's arm and shook his head.
"Mom is very tired."
"Go to sleep, Mom."
The baby snuggled up next to Lin Qingqing and fell asleep again.
Lin Qingqing gradually fell asleep to the child's steady breathing.
When I was half asleep and half awake, I felt something warm touching my waist and shoulders.
She touched the child's furry head, held him in her arms, and fell into a deep sleep.
Half past nine.
Lin Qingshen woke up.
The children around me had already started getting dressed without me noticing.
She got up, changed her clothes, washed up and went to the living room.
Lin Li, Mr. Song, and Mrs. Song were sitting in the living room chatting, watching the four children from the Lin and Song families, as well as Lang Lang, playing with toys on the cashmere mat in the living room.
"Grandpa, grandma, mom~"
Lin Qingqing greeted her family.
"Mom~"
"Mom~"
As soon as the four children heard Lin Qingqing's voice, they rushed over immediately.
Lin Qingqing hugged the children.
“Are building blocks fun?”
Lin Qingqing looked at Song Chengting and Damao and the other children who were happily playing with building blocks.
The elementary schools start their winter vacation today and the children are all at home.
Lang Lang pouted: "It's not fun. It's better to practice spear fighting."
Mr. Song smiled.
"Hahaha……"
"A child this young is always thinking about practicing with a gun. Your dad didn't let him touch a gun until he was seven. You're only two months old now, can you hold a gun steadily?"
Lang Lang patted his chest proudly.
"I can reach the ninth ring."
Old Master Song didn't believe it. He thought it was good enough that a three-year-old child could hold a gun.
Even after a year of training, the new recruits in the 3rd corps dare not guarantee that they can hit the ninth ring.
"Okay, then I'll accompany you to shoot guns in the next two days. If you hit the ninth ring, I'll spank you."
Mr. Song teased me.
Although he said so, he looked at Lang Lang with eyes full of satisfaction.
This kid has liked hanging out in the army since he was young.
Unlike his other three great-grandchildren, he had no interest in guns or cannons.
He thought that the Song family's influence in the military would end with his grandchildren.
Now that Lang Lang is born, he has to talk to his fourth grandson and tell him to cultivate his great-grandson's military ability.
"If I get ten rings, can I practice spearmanship every day?"
Lang Lang asked with sparkling eyes.
Kyoto was under siege two days ago, and because of the border fighting, Song Yiyuan and Lin Qingqing were not in Kyoto. The four children have been stuck at home for half a month without going out.
Mr. Song smiled heartily.
"Haha~ If you can get a ten-ring, I'll shoot with you every day. I can be your parents' decision."
Lin Qingqing looked at Lang Lang with a smile on her lips.
She transplanted all the skills of the force column into her child.
Hitting the ten rings is a basic operation.
"Grandpa is the best."
Lang Lang scrambled up to Old Man Song on his short legs, then raised his feet and gave him a kiss on the face.
This made Mr. Song smile from ear to ear.
Grandma Song pointed to her cheek and said, "Give me a kiss too."
"I'll do it, I'll do it."
Beibei ran up to Grandma Song and gave her a quick kiss on the face.
Grandma Song hugged Beibei.
His eyes disappeared from laughing.
Lin Qingqing squatted down and hugged Wenwen and the baby.
The living room was filled with laughter.
Lin Qingqing played with the child in the living room for a while, then came out to visit Zhang Gong.
I agreed to have lunch with Mr. Zhang and others at noon today.
As soon as I walked out of the backyard, I ran into Qi Nan.
"Hello, Marshal~"
Qi Nan heard that Lin Qingqing had arrived and would start work today.
Lin Qingqing looked at Qi Nanyu:
"You should rest until the Lantern Festival and then go back to work. Don't let your body suffer any sequelae. Haixia will follow me and help me recently."
Qi Nan has been with her for more than a year, and has always worked hard without taking a single day off.
After this injury, she had originally planned to let Qi Nan rest for two months and fully recover before going back to work.
"Be obedient and let the troops rest."
Lin Qingqing said softly.
Qi Nan swallowed his words.
Turned a corner:
"Okay, then I'll rest for a few days and then come to the Lin residence to teach Lang Lang and the others."
"Can."
Lin Qingqing said this and motioned her to join in.
The two came to Jiang Haixia's yard.
Qi Nan looked at Jiang Haixia's two children for a while and then left the army.
Lin Qingqing and Jiang Haixia also set out for the city.
Arrive at Zhang Gong Office at 11:30.
Duke Ji, Duke Ji arrived early.
"Marshal Lin, you must be tired from traveling all these days. Why don't you stay home and rest for a few more days?"
The old man asked with concern.
Lin Qingqing smiled.
"I'm young and in good health, so I don't feel tired. Besides, there are more important things that haven't been resolved, and I'm anxious."
Mr. Zhang brought Lin Qingqing and others to the small restaurant.
This is where Zhang Gong entertains guests and eats while he is working.
A few people just sat down.
The dishes were placed on the table.
For four people, a table of eight dishes and one soup.
Not too much, not too little, within reason.
"You were busy so late yesterday, you must have missed breakfast, come and eat."
Mr. Zhang pointed at the dishes and asked Lin Qingqing to eat.
Lin Qingqing picked up the serving chopsticks and wanted to pick up a piece of lotus root for Mr. Zhang.
"You eat too."
She looked at her husband and smiled at him again.
Pick up your own chopsticks and eat.
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