As the year draws to a close, there are more drinking parties. In the past, it was two or three times a week, but now there are drinking parties almost every day.
"This won't do, Mom," Zhou Xinya said, feeling that her father was working too hard. She ran to her mother and asked, "Is there any way to make Dad less tired?"
Why do I have to drink every day?
When he came back, he reeked of alcohol. Sun Lifang was too heavily pregnant to support him, so Zhou Xinya waited for him at the door.
Waiting for Dad to come back so he can get him slippers and a towel.
Perhaps people's feelings fade when they spend less time together. Sun Lifang discussed it with her husband, "Could we earn a little less?"
She didn't actually need to earn that much; she just hoped Zhou Yunshi could spend more time with them.
“You should calculate it this way: our daughter is still young now, and we can spend every day with her. But once she starts school, we'll only have weekends left to spend together.”
"Once she goes to university, she'll only have winter and summer vacations."
Not counting the others, Sun Lifang felt that they were able to meet less and less often.
How much of life's journey do we have left to accompany our children on their path?
Subtracting the time spent at school or work during the day, the time that families can spend together is at most three years, or a little over 1,200 days.
Moreover, Zhou Yunshi was so reckless, relying on his good health to drink several kilograms of liquor at a time—
You won't live long like that; your health will definitely suffer in the long run.
With this fear in her heart, Sun Lifang talked to her husband many times, but each time she was drunk and she didn't know if he listened to her.
"A career is a man's second spring." Li Zhi said to Jiang Meimei as he helped his boss back. "A man should always have his own interests. What's wrong with making money to support his family?"
He drank quite a lot, and his whole body looked like a boiled shrimp.
Smoking and drunk, he came to pick up Jiang Meimei from get off work, pointing at Jiang Shan and saying, "I didn't use this money for eating, drinking, gambling, or whoring. I brought it all home. Stop nagging, I don't like listening to it."
Influenced by Sun Lifang, Jiang Meimei also started nagging, telling the men in the family to take care of their health, "Look at you, if you keep drinking, your abs will turn into a big belly."
If a man is over thirty and attends drinking parties every day, he's bound to lose his eight-pack abs.
Upon hearing this, Li Zhi squinted and smiled, then leaned close to Jiang Meimei's shoulder and said, "I have a unique training method, do you want to try it?"
Li Zhi has maintained a sculpted physique since his youth. Jiang Meimei asked curiously, "What's your secret? Can it help you lose weight?"
Jiang Meimei was thinking of losing weight without having to eat less, but she has already gained more than ten kilograms.
Jiang Meimei enjoys daydreaming, but she still believes in science. "The doctor said I should eat less and exercise more, but I can't do either of those things."
Feeling unwell whenever she was hungry, Jiang Meimei was quite distressed as she touched the extra flesh that had grown inside her.
The man told her, "I'll tell you how to lose weight when we get home."
"Eat less and exercise more, we only need to do one of them well."
Jiang Meimei, who had been knocked down, looked at the shirtless man walking towards her and realized something was wrong—
Damn it, I've been fooled by wordplay again!
"Honey, you don't need to eat less. I'll work a little harder to keep you moving around more."
Li Zhi pinched Jiang Meimei's cheek and felt very comfortable.
How could my wife be so stupid?
Having seen so many scheming and ruthless women in the shopping mall, it's better to go home and tease my silly wife.
Lying on the bed, drenched in sweat, Li Zhi thought, "It's better for one partner in a marriage to pretend to be stupid. If only they were like President Zhou and his wife, both of them would be perfectly intelligent—"
They're not easy to fool.
Mrs. Zhou was not easily fooled. At first, she helped out, but later she went straight back to her room to sleep, becoming increasingly indifferent to Mr. Zhou.
It wasn't indifference, but rather this is what Sun Lifang thought—
Anyway, he was so drunk he was completely unconscious and didn't know anything, so who would know whether I did it or not?
Since he ignores everything I say, what's the point of being gentle and considerate when he comes home at night?
Does anyone see this?
“He brought this on himself, Yaya, go back to sleep.” In the bedroom, Sun Lifang said to her daughter, “Don’t worry, I will take care of him.”
Unexpectedly, Zhou Xinya was still worried and left the room looking back every few steps. She even brought a small pillow from her bedroom, saying, "I want to sleep with you guys tonight."
Hmm, I wonder if filial piety is hereditary. Zhou Xinya is now an incredibly filial daughter.
Fearing that her mother would neglect her father, she slept on the side closest to the bed, with a pot of warm water and a teacup placed there, ready at any time.
And so, Sun Lifang witnessed the scene before her eyes—
The little girl held her father's head, fed him water from a cup, and then wiped his head with a small handkerchief.
Zhou Yunshi looks like his giant doll.
After tidying up, the little girl noticed that her mother was ignoring her, so she cleverly rolled over from the edge of the bed, looked up, and asked her mother with her bright, round eyes, "Do I have to put you to sleep again today?"
As he spoke, he sat up and raised his little arm to pat Sun Lifang repeatedly.
This amused Sun Lifang, who nodded with her lips pursed.
It seems that even nannies need to be trained. Zhou Xinya now sees herself as someone who "takes care of her parents."
She was so worried that she was constantly on her feet. Even when she lay down, she was still saying, "Mom, why don't you care about Dad anymore?"
"Dad works very hard to earn money."
Holding her mother's hand to her face, Zhou Xinya tilted her head to look at her, "You have to be nicer to Dad, otherwise—"
"Otherwise what?" Sun Lifang took her hand back. "Hmph, you're biased."
"Does Dad work hard, but doesn't Mom work hard too?"
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