Chapter 494 Psychological Shadow 1

Cheng Baoguo and Wang Cuilan did not go out. Chen Xuenniang borrowed their bicycles and rode all the way to the door of the Lu family. Feng Qingxue was looking for Xibao along the way and caught him at the door when he was about to run away.

"What's wrong?" Chen Xuenniang looked at Xi Bao who was caught by his mother. It was hot weather, and he was naked in a red bellyband, with a pair of shoes on his feet. His white arms and legs looked like washed lotus roots, but his whole body was covered with shit, which lost his aesthetic appeal. His two chubby hands were also holding shit, and he stretched them in front of Feng Qingxue without any disgust at the smell.

"Mom!" the little fat boy shouted happily.

"It stinks, Lu Xibao! You stinky guy!" Feng Qingxue yelled with raised eyebrows, carried him into the yard, and resigned herself to washing the baby.

I took off my shoes and bellyband, both of which were covered in shit, so I took them off and threw them aside.

Chen Xuenniang quickly pushed the bicycle into the yard, stopped it, and went forward to help.

"Sister Xue Niang, just help me scoop the water. Xibao's shit stinks so much, don't let it get on you." Feng Qingxue held down her son who was struggling in the wooden basin. The water had been drying in the yard for half a day and was warm. Xibao almost buried his head in the water for washing him, but was grabbed by Feng Qingxue before his mouth touched the water. "Lu Xibao! The water is full of your shit!"

After washing him hastily, Feng Qingxue took him out and said, "Sister Xue Niang, please help me pour out the water and replace it with new water."

Chen Xuenniang held back her laughter and helped change the water.

Feng Qingxue washed Xibao clean, fished her out, and carried her directly into the house. After drying her, she threw her on the bed, put her hands on her hips, and said, "Lu Xibao, do you know you are wrong? Can you play with poop? Didn't you say it stinks?"

Can you imagine how big the shadow area in her heart was? In the time it took her to turn around and get toilet paper to wipe her son's butt, her son started playing with the warm poop on the floor. When he saw her coming out of the house, he thought she was going to steal his poop and ran out, stumbling all the way. Should she be thankful that the fat boy didn't stuff the poop into his mouth?

Xibao sat naked on the bed, with layers of fat on her belly and round arms and legs. She looked like a little Nezha made up of sections of tender lotus roots, except for the two little tufts of hair on her head.

He raised his face and blinked his big black eyes, as if he didn't understand why his mother was angry.

"Mom!" he yelled, pointing at the bottle on the bedside table, his fat flesh trembling with excitement, "Milk! Milk! Milk!"

Feng Qingxue was very convinced of her son. She picked up the red bellyband beside her and put it on him. When she saw him struggling, she immediately yelled, "Lu Xibao, put on your clothes before drinking milk. If you don't put on your clothes, you won't be given any milk!"

"Mom!" Xibao obediently let her dress her.

She tied a red bellyband and put on the clothes made by Zhou Yulan. The red background with white flowers made the little girl's skin look even whiter and her lips redder.

"Milk! Milk!" He pointed at the bottle and started shouting while his mother was putting shoes on him.

"Okay, okay, I'll make you some milk powder right away!"

Feng Qingxue left Xibao, who was holding the bottle of milk, to the care of Chen Xuenniang and began to clean up the poop from the yard to the door. She then washed her bellyband and brushed her shoes, applied soap, washed them several times, and hung them up to dry.

Wang Jiao, who was visiting with her dog eggs in her arms, couldn't help laughing after learning the whole story. "What's the big deal? My mom said that when my eldest brother was a child, he stuffed sheep dung eggs into his mouth! When my mom found out, his mouth was full of black sheep dung eggs! Xibao was just playing with poop."

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(End of this chapter)