Chapter 982: Another Visit to the Master 1

After Guo Ming finished speaking, he walked away in a hurry. Although he walked a little fast, he held the soy sauce dish very steadily.

The only people left in the hall were Guo Yan, Feng Qingxue, and Wang Zhonghua, who was standing beside them with his eyes wide open.

Guo Yan smiled and said, "My eldest brother has always listened to my sister-in-law all his life. I guess he forgot to do anything. He is always losing things in his daily life, so he came to borrow from me." Although he never returned the money.

However, she was smart and poured just a little into the plate, enough for them to cook for lunch today.

At this point, she looked at Feng Qingxue and said, "Brother is a very good doctor. If he tells you to rest, you should rest well and don't overwork yourself. He will only say this if you have to rest."

Feng Qingxue nodded, her hands still on her belly. She was pregnant again.

Although the issue of family planning had been brought up, it had not been implemented. It would take more than ten years for it to be implemented. She and Lu Jiang were still young, and she knew she would get pregnant again, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.

"Aunt, are you going to give birth to a little brother or sister?" Wang Zhonghua came close to Feng Qingxue, stared at her belly, and suddenly said unhappily, "Xibao has a sister, she is a blessing. Aunt, please give me a sister. My family doesn't have a little sister. I will give her my ball and tin frog to play with and be a good brother."

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As he spoke, he held his chest, took two steps back, and pretended to be dizzy, while crying out, "I feel so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, dizzy, and my chest hurts!"

The fetus's appearance was not very stable. It was probably because he was tired from running around dealing with cultural relics and antiques recently. Feng Qingxue frowned.

Feng Qingxue's eyes widened. "Auntie, who did Huahua learn this from?"

Feng Qingxue smiled, "Aren't Xibao and Fubao your brothers and sisters? This baby will also be your brother or sister when it is born. Maybe it's a brother, maybe it's a sister. You can't only like the sister, otherwise your brother will be sad."

"Maybe Xibao taught him? Don't they often correspond? Xibao's handwriting is really beautiful, with sharp edges, while Huahua's handwriting is like it was scratched by chicken claws. Huahua never asks me to read every letter she receives from Xibao." Guo Yan thought uncertainly. Apart from Xibao, Wang Zhonghua's relationship with other children is average, and she, as a grandmother, has seen it all.

Guo Yan was amused. "You are a big kid, but you still let your brother protect you. Shouldn't you be the one protecting your brother?"

"Auntie, my Xibao will only be five years old in May. Please don't involve him in everything."

"If it's my younger brother, will he protect me like Xi Bao?" Wang Zhonghua asked.

Wang Zhonghua said with a smile: "I am very weak!"

A five-year-old child taught Wang Zhonghua to pretend to be sick in a letter. Isn't that against the will of heaven?

Xi Bao started to recognize words when she was three or four years old, and she could indeed write some simple words. If she couldn't write, she would ask her or Lu Jiang. The letters sent out would be reviewed by her. At least, the letters she read did not teach Wang Zhonghua in this way.

It’s not certain what Lu Jiang reviewed, as the two of them often get together and talk about men’s secrets.

Guo Yan disagreed, "What's so strange about this? Xi Bao knew how to avenge Hua Hua when she was so young. Now that she's several years older, she's even more amazing. Jia Baoyu knew thousands of words by heart when he was three or four years old, not to mention that our Xi Bao is already five years old. With parents like you teaching by example, wouldn't her mind have seventeen or eighteen more clever tricks? Not to mention, Zhonghua pretended to be sick every time he had a quarrel or a fight with other children, and it really worked. No one dared to bully him anymore."

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