Chapter 151 Green Sweater with Red Pants
Whether Mao Mao feels lonely is still unknown.
The New Year celebrations aren't even over yet, and Mao Mao is incredibly busy, spending every day playing with her four older brothers who are on holiday and her father.
There is only one Mao Mao, but there are five brothers and fathers in total. Just calling out to them requires calling them five times, keeping Mao Mao very busy and unable to keep up with them all.
A plate of crispy fried small fish whetted everyone's appetite. Not only did Mao Mao like it, but even Lou Dashuai liked to pair it with braised pork.
The crispy fried fish that my second aunt brought back was devoured by the whole family within two days, leaving everyone wanting more. I tried making it in the kitchen, but it just didn't taste the same.
Early that morning, Commander Lou rubbed his hands together and gently pushed open Lou Yansui's door.
On the soft bed, Mao Mao was nestled in the soft quilt, wrapped tightly in it, with only half of her rosy-cheeked face showing, and her thick eyelashes casting a small, feather-like shadow.
Last night, Mao Mao slept with her fourth brother. But now, Lou Yan Sui has gone to morning exercise with her father and brothers, while she is still fast asleep, her little fists clenched.
"Maomao? Maomao?"
Lou Dashuai raised his deep voice and gently patted her.
It was almost time for Mao Mao to wake up anyway, and with a gentle nudge, he woke up quickly.
Mao Mao rubbed her eyes sleepily: "Daddy?"
"Mao Mao, do you want some fried fish?"
"fish?"
Before Mao Mao could even process what was happening, her lips were already sparkling: "Where's the fish?"
"The fish are in the river." Lou Dashuai pulled out a fishing rod from behind him. "Do you want to go fishing with your dad?"
"fishing?"
"Daddy's going fishing, how about we make fried little fish for Mao Mao?"
"good!"
Mao Mao responded very enthusiastically.
She was pulled out of her warm bed by Lou Dashuai, and she held her little hands high, wanting her father to help her get dressed.
General Lou has never done this before.
He had ridden horses, carried guns, and fought in battles, but he had never helped a child put on clothes.
But how could I miss this wonderful opportunity to get close to my youngest daughter?
You have to learn it even if you don't!
The child's clothes were tiny, about the size of two palms, and Mao Mao's arms were so soft, it looked like they would break if you squeezed them.
Lou Dashuai carefully put the sweater on Mao Mao, not daring to use too much force, afraid of accidentally hurting her.
After trying to put it on for a while, Mao Mao buried her head in the sweater and said, "Daddy, let me out!"
Lou Dashuai steeled his heart, and with a mighty effort, finally managed to get her head out of the collar. Then came her two little hands, followed by woolen trousers, and then a carefully chosen outfit of outerwear and trousers from the wardrobe.
Mao Mao often sleeps with her brother, and her clothes are also hung in Lou Yansui's wardrobe.
The static electricity crackled and popped, and by the time Mao Mao got dressed, more than ten minutes had passed, and her hair was all messy and sticky.
Mao Mao then said, "Dad, help me comb my hair."
Commander Lou: "Hmm, this... no problem!"
His large hands cradled Mao Mao's fine, soft hair, his thick fingers running through it gently combing and combing it several times before he clumsily managed to tie two crooked little buns.
Mao Mao couldn't see, so she looked up and asked him, "Dad, is Mao Mao pretty?"
"Alright!" Lou Dashuai looked at his little daughter, whom he had dressed up, with satisfaction: "Our Mao Mao is so pretty."
Mao Mao happily stretched out her little hands, "Hug me."
Lou Dashuai picked her up in his arms, holding his daughter in one arm and carrying a fishing rod in the other, and excitedly went downstairs: "Let's go, let's go fishing."
The car was parked right at the entrance. As soon as the two got in, Lieutenant Li stepped on the gas.
Mao Mao sat obediently in her father's lap, tilting her little head back to look: "Aren't we waiting for our brothers?"
"They are already waiting by the river."
"oh."
This morning, Lou Dashuai took his four sons on a training exercise. When they passed a river, he thought of bringing Mao Mao to go fishing.
Originally, all four older brothers were supposed to come back to pick him up, but he exercised his fatherly authority and made his four sons stay there while he came to pick him up alone.
Luckily, he was smart enough that Mao Mao was all his until they reached their destination, and no one took it from him!
Lou Dashuai hugged his daughter and laughed heartily: "Maomao, wait a minute, Daddy will catch a big plate of fried fish for you."
"OK!"
In the driver's seat, Lieutenant Li kept glancing at the rearview mirror, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
Mao Mao touched her tummy: "Daddy, Mao Mao is hungry."
Mao Mao hasn't had breakfast yet.
Of course, Commander Lou hadn't forgotten.
He picked up a picnic basket from the front seat: "I asked the kitchen to prepare some food, you can have something to eat first."
riverside.
The four young masters of the Lou family were already sitting in a row by the river, fishing for a while.
Each of the four had a bucket at their feet, but it was currently empty; they hadn't caught anything yet.
Lou Heming looked at the calm river surface, his sideburns ruffled by the river breeze: "Fishing is all about luck. I wonder who will catch the most fish today."
"Of course it's me," Lou Hongjian said.
"Ah Hong, are you so sure?"
Lou Hongjian said smugly, "Of course."
Because he had already made up his mind that as soon as his sister arrived, he would be the first to run and snatch Mao Mao away.
They're incredibly lucky, and fishing is all about luck, so this is perfect for them.
You can't use luck to make a profit, but fishing shouldn't count, right?
As they were talking, a jeep drove up from a distance and stopped nearby.
"Dad and Mao Mao are here!"
The four brothers turned around together and saw the little girl being carried by her father.
Upon seeing who it was, Lou Yansui sat up straight immediately. Before she could even greet them, she blurted out, "Mao Mao, what happened to your hair?!"
He looked at his sister in shock; one of her two little buns on her head was pointing upwards and the other downwards, with a few strands of hair sticking out unruly, as if she had just escaped a disaster.
Lou Hongjian's face contorted with terror, his mouth moving faster than his brain: "Mao Mao, what the hell are you wearing?!"
"..."
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao looked down at herself.
A green sweater paired with red pants and a yellow coat.
She obediently said, "Daddy dressed me up."
Lou Dashuai held his daughter, his voice deep and confident: "What's wrong? Isn't she beautiful? So vibrant, she looks so lively."
The Lou brothers: "..."
Lou Hongjian, who usually loves to dress up, couldn't even care less about fishing at this moment. He quickly put down his fishing rod and snatched his sister back from his father.
"What does Dad know! He has no aesthetic sense at all, Mao Mao, how can you listen to him!"
Lou Dashuai glared at him: "Lou Hongjian, what did you say?!"
“Dad, this time it really wasn’t Ah Hong’s fault.”
Lou Fengju, unusually, sided with his younger brother: "I think Ah Hong is right, your taste is indeed worrying."
My younger sister is clearly pretty and cute. She's usually dressed up by five mothers and looks like a little angel every day. But after Lou Dashuai's hands, this lovely little sister has become an eyesore except for her face.
Lou Hongjian sat down, holding his younger sister.
He took apart the two messy little pigtails and stroked Mao Mao's little head tenderly: "Sigh, I really shouldn't have listened to my father. How could I have let him go back alone?"
What an adorable little sister he has!
Now it's terrible, I can't change my clothes outside, I have to stay dressed like this all day.
As an artist who pursues beauty, Lou Hongjian felt suffocated just thinking about it.
Mao Mao sat obediently in her brother's lap, her little hands holding a beef pie, her cheeks puffed out as she ate, letting her brother skillfully re-tie her hair.
She stared intently at the lake surface at the end of the fishing rod, her eyes unblinking.
Fish!
Mao Mao is here!
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