Yun Mian finally reacted.
"Your bed is so wide, Uncle San can only occupy half of it at most."
Chu Yu pulled up the soft quilt to cover himself, leaving only half of his head exposed.
Sister Mianmian’s bed is so comfortable to sleep on, soft and warm.
"Sister Mianmian, I'm sleepy. If you have anything to say, let's talk about it tomorrow."
Yun Mian stood in front of the bed, looking at the boy curled up in the quilt. The eyes exposed outside the quilt looked a little tired, but she couldn't bear to chase him away.
This guy is her nemesis.
Seeing the boy in the quilt close his eyes and his breathing gradually become steady, Yun Mian thought the boy was asleep, so she took off her shoes, socks and coat, and climbed onto the bed quietly.
She had just turned off the light and hadn't even laid down when a hand reached out and hugged her.
Yunmian: “…”
In order to stay, this kid pretended to be pitiful and pretended to be asleep.
Tonight, she was deceived by this guy twice.
Yun Mian was angry and slapped the hand under the quilt.
Chu Yu was hit, but he didn't take his hand back. He hugged the little girl tightly as if she were a pillow.
"The weather is too cold. I'll hold you while you sleep. It'll be warmer."
So Yunmian was held in his arms all night.
The next day is New Year's Eve. According to the local customs of Xiushui County, dumplings should be made and eaten on the morning of New Year's Eve.
At seven o'clock in the morning, Yun Mian and Chu Yu were still in bed, but the kitchen of the old Yun family was already bustling with activity.
Mei Cuiping and Chen Ju got up at six o'clock, one kneading the dough while the other chopped the dumpling filling.
As soon as the dough and filling were ready, Chu Huaijing and Lu Feng came over with Old Madam Chu, and Yun Aiguo and Yun Yongcheng also got up.
Eight people were making dumplings around the dining table at Lao Yun's house.
Mei Cuiping rolled out the dumpling wrappers while glancing at Chu Huaijing.
"Huai Jing, how did you sleep last night?"
"Aunt Lao Mei missed me. I slept well last night."
Mei Cuiping saw that he was in good spirits and in a good mood, so she casually said, "There are many beautiful unmarried girls in Xiushui Village. Would you like Aunt Mei to introduce you to one? Although the girls in the village are not as educated as those in the city, they are honest and have no bad intentions. Most importantly, they are in good health and easy to give birth to..."
Chu Huaijing was wrapping dumplings with a piece of wrapper when Mei Cuiping suddenly mentioned this. He was so scared that his hand holding the wrapper trembled and he poked a hole in the wrapper.
"Hey, Huai Jing, if you can't do it, don't make trouble here."
Old Madam Chu glanced at her son with disdain, and swiftly reached out to snatch the dumpling wrapper from Chu Huaijing's hand.
Seeing that Mr. Chu Sanye, who was a master strategist in the business world, looked so devastated at this moment, Lu Feng couldn't help but smile.
It turns out that the Third Master also has things he can't do well.
Madam Chu was repairing a hole in the dumpling wrapper as she shook her head and sighed, "You're already 28 years old, and you can't even wrap dumplings properly. How are you going to find a wife? Take advantage of this New Year holiday and learn from Yongcheng. Yongcheng is now able to make money through business and cook for his wife and daughter. He's amazing."
"Third brother, Mianmian and Yu'er haven't woken up yet, go check on them."
Knowing how powerful his two mothers were, Yun Yongcheng hurried to help Chu Huaijing out of the predicament.
"Yes, yes, I'll go see Mianmian and Yu'er."
Chu Huaijing gave Yun Yongcheng a grateful look, then hurriedly stood up from his chair, turned around, and walked as fast as if he was fleeing.
Yun Yongcheng felt deeply sympathetic towards Mr. Chu Sanye, and was also glad that he had met Xiaoyu and got married so early.
Otherwise, when he reaches the age of Mr. Chu Sanye, his mother will definitely urge him to get married so much that his ears will be callused.
Mr. Chu San came out of the old Yun family's kitchen, breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked towards Yun Mian's small bedroom.
Before he reached the door of Yunmian's small bedroom, he heard the voices of his nephew and Mianmian coming from the room.
"Brother Chu, can you do it? If not, forget it."
Chu Yu: "Why can't I do it? Sit down and I'll try again."
"It hurts, Brother Chu, please be gentle."
Chu Huaijing walked out of the door and his old face turned red when he heard this.
What are these two little brats doing in the house?
He hurriedly quickened his pace, and with a clang, he walked over and pushed open the half-closed door.
Chu Yu, who was braiding Yun Mian's hair, heard a clanging sound. He turned his head to look at his uncle who was standing at the door with a look of shock on his face, and frowned unhappily.
"Uncle San, the door is broken, can you come and fix it?"
Chu Huaijing stood at the door with his eyes wide open. Seeing his beloved nephew holding a comb in one hand and Yunmian's hair in the other, he was so embarrassed that he raised his hand to his forehead.
How could he have such dirty thoughts?
"Yu'er...Yu'er is combing Mianmian's hair, haha."
In order to hide his embarrassment, Mr. Chu San looked at his beloved nephew and little Mianmian and laughed dryly twice.
Chu Yu's gaze suddenly deepened as he looked at his third uncle.
"What does Third Uncle think we are doing?"
After Chu Yu finished speaking, Yun Mian also turned her head and stared at Chu Huaijing with a pair of innocent eyes that were as bright as if they had been polished.
When Chu Huaijing met Yun Mian's eyes, he was suddenly filled with guilt.
"I heard Mianmian screaming in pain, and I thought you were bullying her."
After Mr. Chu Sanye found a lame excuse to get away with it, he sternly lectured his nephew: "You kid are not allowed to bully Mianmian. If I find out that you bully Mianmian, I will beat your butt to pieces."
"Then I'll never give you the chance to beat my ass."
Chu Yu withdrew his gaze from Mr. Chu Sanye and continued to concentrate on helping Yun Mian braid her hair.
"Sister Mianmian, does it still hurt like this?"
Looking at his nephew who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and had everything provided for him, and who was now concentrating on braiding the little girl's hair, and doing it very well, Chu Huaijing couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.
When did this kid learn to do this?
Also, at such a young age, he is full of sweet words.
The sentence (I will never give you the chance to beat my ass) is really beyond the reach of Mr. Chu San.
Five minutes later, Chu Yu looked at the braid he had tied for Yun Mian and pursed his lips in satisfaction.
A high ponytail, lightly braided and tied with a bow on top.
Yunmian looked at herself in a round mirror and was stunned.
The boy’s craftsmanship is so good.
The high ponytail with a bow makes her look even more pink and cute.
"Sister Mianmian, if you like, I will braid your hair for the rest of my life."
Yun Mian's face turned red when she heard this.
Just combing your hair can express your feelings.
"Brother Chu, Grandma and Grandma Rumeng seem to be making dumplings in the kitchen. Let's go help them."
Yun Mian pretended not to understand, put down the round mirror in her hand, and walked out with her short legs.
Chu Yu hurriedly caught up with her.
Uncle Chu San quickly moved aside to give way to the two children. Seeing his beloved nephew chasing Yun Mian, he felt deeply heartbroken.
No wonder last night, my mom said that he was getting worse and worse, not even as good as Yuer.
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