Chapter 110 The weather is getting colder
The sudden thunderstorm didn't stop until nightfall.
When Lou Fengju returned home in the evening, the rain soaked his shoulders and left muddy footprints on the short distance from when he got out of the car to when he entered the gate.
As soon as I entered, I saw the big white cat with its tail held high, rushing past me in a hurry, while Mao Mao rode on Lou Dashuai's shoulders, chasing after him with a "giggle."
"Meow!!!"
The big white cat transformed into a white shadow and darted into a corner. Lou Dashuai, carrying his daughter on his back, slammed on the brakes and chased after Lou Yansui, who was watching the commotion from the side.
Lou Yansui, leaning on her crutches and dragging her still-healed leg, hurried along in a disheveled manner: "Dad, don't be so childish!"
Lou Dashuai laughed heartily: "Ah Sui, don't run away."
"Giddy up!"
Lou Fengju: "..."
Today, Commander Lou is taking a hands-off approach, leaving all the work to him, keeping him extremely busy.
Coming home to this scene of family bliss evoked mixed feelings.
Excitedly riding her human-shaped horse, Mao Mao spotted a figure standing at the door. She stretched out her little hand and reached out to grab Lou Fengju, saying, "Brother."
Lou Fengju opened his arms, thought for a moment, then took off his wet coat before holding his younger sister in his arms.
Mao Mao called out "Brother!" while nuzzling him affectionately, like an enthusiastic little puppy welcoming him home with its wet nose and wagging tail.
Lou Dashuai said jealously, "Mao Mao, now that you have an older brother, you don't want your father anymore?"
Lou Fengju: "Dad, Mao Mao has been playing with you all day, while I've been busy for you all day."
Lou Dashuai wasn't guilty at all.
To win his daughter's favor, he held Mao Mao tightly even after dinner.
After a downpour, the temperature dropped several degrees, and the long-dormant fireplace in the small living room was lit, its flames roaring and driving away the dampness from the house.
My aunt, who is away from home, called from her parents' house to say that the rain was too heavy and she wouldn't be coming back today.
The Lou family sat around the fireplace, listening to Lou Yansui read the story she had written the night before.
Maomao and the yellow tabby cat were wandering in Haicheng when they met a kind uncle who said he would adopt them as children. However, they didn't encounter a good person, but a human trafficker. After a series of clever and courageous struggles, they successfully escaped.
Lou Dashuai greatly appreciated the story written by his youngest son, and seized the opportunity to say to the little girl in his arms, "Maomao, listen, if a stranger suddenly says he wants to be your father, he is most likely up to no good."
Mao Mao sat in his lap, her head resting on his strong arm, listening blankly with a "Oh".
"Don't associate with Nie Zhengyun anymore."
Why?
"We don't associate with bad people."
"But Uncle is a good person."
Commander Lou immediately became agitated: "How do you know he's a good person? He's lying to you, he's wicked!"
Mao Mao said innocently, "Mao Mao knows."
There is no reason.
Mao Mao just knows~
Mao Mao blinked and tilted her little head to look at Lou Dashuai: "Dad used to ask me if I could be his dad?"
Commander Lou: "..."
In an instant, countless eyes turned towards them in the small living room.
Outside, the rain poured down, and the firewood in the fireplace crackled and popped as it burned; the air was eerily quiet.
Lou Dashuai's face flushed slightly, thankfully hidden by his beard. He mumbled, "Dad... Dad is Dad... How can he be the same as that other guy..."
"hold head high?"
The First Madam glared at Commander Lou, then took the little girl into her arms and used warm fermented rice balls to distract her.
The fire in the fireplace burned quietly, making Mao Mao drowsy. After a bowl of sweet fermented rice balls, she curled up on the sofa with her chubby little fists clenched and fell asleep.
The thunder outside was deafening, but it couldn't wake Mao Mao.
The next morning, she woke up in her mother's arms. As soon as her little head peeked out from under the covers, she couldn't help but shudder and became fully awake.
Mao Mao pulled her head back and snuggled into her mother's warm embrace: "Mother, it's so cold."
The thunderstorm lasted all night and only stopped before dawn, but the temperature did not rise.
Overnight, Haicheng seemed to have entered a cold winter.
Xia Xiaoxiang held her in her arms, and the two of them stayed in bed together, covered with a warm down comforter.
“We never had such good days before.” Xia Xiaoxiang hugged the warm little bundle of milk in her arms, feeling the warmth flowing from her, and reminisced about the past: “Last winter, I had to get up before dawn to go to work, and I couldn’t sleep in like I can now, holding you.”
Mao Mao nuzzled her soft little face against her and said, "Mommy, you've worked so hard."
"And this quilt, it's imported! It's light and warm, unlike our old cotton quilts, where the cotton was all stiff."
"The blankets are heavy!"
"That's right, and there's that fireplace too. Once it's lit, the whole house gets warm. Before, we only had a brazier."
"It's warm now!"
"It's all thanks to Mao Mao. Last year, Mao Mao said she was cold, so her mother gritted her teeth and used all her savings to buy firewood. They almost didn't have enough money to buy rice. The family that lives behind us didn't have enough firewood, and they all caught colds. But now we don't lack firewood or rice anymore."
Xia Xiaoxiang felt happier and happier as she thought about it. She happily hugged her daughter and kissed her on her chubby little face until their stomachs were growling with hunger. Only then did they reluctantly crawl out of bed.
Although the mansion was luxurious and exquisite in every way, far superior to the small bungalows they used to live in, it was still very cold once they got out of bed.
Xia Xiaoxiang rummaged through the closet for clothes, worried that Mao Mao would get cold, so she dressed her in an extra padded jacket and woolen pants today.
Mao Mao obediently raised her little hands and lifted her little feet. She looked down at herself, then looked up and said, "Mother, I can't lift my feet."
"Wear it, so you don't catch a cold and get sick, or you'll suffer."
"oh."
Xia Xiaoxiang put fluffy socks on her little feet before sending her bundled-up daughter out the door.
Mao Mao staggered out.
I was wearing thick clothes and walking slower than usual.
She reached the stairs, held onto the handrail, and tentatively stretched her little feet. The stairs, which usually seemed very high, appeared even higher because of her clothes.
Looking at the long steps, Mao Mao sighed sadly.
When Lou Hongjian came downstairs, he saw a round little figure sitting in the middle of the stairs.
"Maomao?"
Lou Hongjian stopped and looked at her curiously, her little hand supporting her chubby chin, looking very worried.
Why are you sitting on the road?
"Brother." Mao Mao looked at him with bright eyes and reached out her little hands: "Brother, hug me."
Then what's there to hesitate about?
Lou Hongjian immediately bent down and picked her up.
When he carried his younger sister to the dining room, he realized something was wrong: "Are you too lazy to walk and are you waiting on the road for me to carry you?"
Mao Mao buried her face in the bowl of wontons and snored away.
But as the weather got colder, perhaps because she was wearing too many clothes, Mao Mao did become lazy.
Like the old lady's big white cat, after dinner, she found a warm spot near the fireplace.
The big white cat tucked its paws in, and Mao Mao also tucked her little hands in.
The person and the cat huddled together, curled up there, and didn't move.
When the third concubine was carrying her handbag out, she passed by and saw the two little bundles of joy huddled together, and her heart ached with longing.
Seeing that it was still early, she came over and said, "Mao Mao, Mommy is going out."
Mao Mao obediently raised her little hand: "Bye-bye, Fourth Mom."
The third concubine leaned her face closer, and Mao Mao pouted, leaving a wet farewell kiss on her delicate cheek.
My third brother said it's proper etiquette!
He kissed the third concubine so much that she was beaming with joy.
"When Mom comes home, she'll bring you something delicious. Mao Mao, what do you want?"
Mao Mao thought for a moment: "Buy wood."
The third concubine was stunned: "Why buy wood?"
Mao Mao said, "My mother said that it's cold in winter and you'll get sick. But if there's wood, it won't be cold."
"Oh dear." The third concubine couldn't resist, cupping her chubby little face and kissing her twice, leaving two red lip prints: "My darling, you've come all the way to the Marshal's mansion. Look how brightly the fire is burning in the fireplace over there, you won't get cold!"
Mao Mao thought for a moment and said, "We need to buy rice."
Third concubine: "You just ate breakfast!"
Mao Mao shook her head: "Mother said we don't have money to buy rice."
The third concubine raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips.
"Xia Xiaoxiang!" The third concubine walked out in her high heels, her voice carrying far: "What are you saying to the child! Is our Marshal's Mansion so poor that you can't afford it?!"
Xia Xiaoxiang: ? ? ?
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