Chapter 59 59 “The backbone went out to play, there is no backbone today. …
In the bedroom late at night, Qiao Tong's uncontrollable laughter echoed softly.
Feng Chen showed off the pants Meiguo had modified like a Victoria's Secret Angel. "Xiaotong, you know what, our Guoguo really inherited your skills. Look at how well the lines are cut. They really look like a line."
Qiao Tong squinted her eyes to look at his exposed big buttocks, not knowing what to say.
"Guoguo follows me around every day, so of course her craftsmanship is pretty good," she suggested with a smile. "How about starting today and wearing the shorts our darling designed?"
Feng Chen: "Forget it, it will be cold in winter."
"It's okay, just wear some long johns inside and you won't be cold."
"The main thing is that these shorts have been worn for a long time and are not worthy of our baby's craftsmanship." Feng Chen abruptly changed the subject to Feng Ci. "Speaking of which, Xiao Ci doesn't like wearing long johns, so it's a good idea not to waste Guoguo's kindness."
Qiao Tong twisted around and adjusted the pillow behind her waist. "I'm afraid Xiao Ci can't do it. His pants are covered in stickers that Guoguo stuck on them."
"That bastard Feng Ci has stickers on his pants?"
"Yeah." Qiao Tong thought of the scene in the afternoon and laughed until tears came out. "They were all Guoguo's favorite stickers."
Feng Chen hummed sourly: "This brat is luckier than his father."
"I think Guoguo is good at hands-on work, so why not sign her up for a handicraft class?" Feng Chen changed his clothes and lay on the bed.
Qiao Tong leaned on her husband's shoulder and said, "I do crafts every day. What craft class could be better than a mother's instruction?"
Feng Chen slapped his forehead and said, "Look at my memory. How could I have forgotten the most important thing?"
The couple lay in bed discussing the future development of their daughter, and fell asleep unknowingly.
*
The job of picking up cardboard is unstable. There are not always cardboard and bottles for Meiguo to pick up in the community. Qiao Tong thinks the cardboard and bottles outside the community are too dirty and does not agree with Meiguo going out to work.
So the little witch has been poor for a while, and she worries about her empty wallet every day. How can she afford to buy new pants for her brother?
Feng Ci asked her to work to pay off his debts. She would be paid one dollar for helping him clean the table, two dollars for washing socks, and two dollars for massage. She could earn five dollars a day.
The job was stable and the pay was high, so Meiguo was about to agree. But Feng Chen jumped in and almost broke Feng Ci's leg.
"Your sister hasn't washed socks for me and your mother yet. How dare you treat your sister like that?"
"I'm just bullying your sister because she's illiterate. You're no match for a shrew like you. You want your sister to wash your socks? You're dreaming, you bastard!"
"Dad, didn't you see how badly she ruined my new pants? There's not a single spot left to look at. They're all covered in colorful stickers."
Feng Ci was too embarrassed to say it. He had long and fair limbs, and wearing those colorful shorts made him look like a colorful mantis, which was quite funny.
It would have been fine if Feng Ci didn't retort, but when he did, Feng Chen got even angrier.
Just as he was about to continue scolding, Meiguo pulled Feng Chen, looked up and said, "Dad, I washed Mom's socks."
Feng Chen was stunned and lowered his head.
Berry puffed out her chest and assured, "But don't worry, I will never wash your or your brother's socks."
"…Uh, why?"
"Because mom, dad, brother, and brother are two different kinds." This is Meiguo's experience, and no one has the right to speak better than her. "Mom's socks smell good, but my brother's socks stink. Every time I wash my brother's socks, I have to stuff two tissues in his nostrils, otherwise I will faint."
But what does Feng Ci's smelly socks have to do with him, Feng Chen? Little cotton jacket can't be so ruthless, the old father is going to be broken.
The old father felt sorry for his little cotton-padded jacket being enslaved, and at the same time he felt sorry for himself being treated differently by his little cotton-padded jacket. He was not taken with her when she put stickers on her, not taken with her when she washed her socks, and was even classified as the same kind as Feng Ci.
Feng Chen's liver aches.
He glared at Feng Ci, who was completely unaware and looked innocent, and made a serious note of him in his heart.
Qiao Tong: "You two, father and son, please calm down."
She propped up her chin and smiled at the two of them: "Guoguo will only wash socks for her beloved mother from now on. You two are not allowed to worry about it anymore."
Meiguo snuggled into Qiao Tong's arms, turned around and said proudly to her father and brother, "Yes, I not only washed mom's socks, I also washed her baby's diapers. I'm really good at washing clothes."
Qiao Tong: “…”
Father and son: ...
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Today is the first day of National Day, not the traditional tomb-sweeping holiday, but it doesn’t matter to Qiao Tong. She just misses her mother.
The father and son put on their brand new boxer briefs and went out with the mother and daughter.
Every time she came to Valeria's grave, Qiao Tong's sadness would be alleviated a little. Now she could stand in front of the grave calmly and relaxedly and talk to Valeria.
Qiao Tong told her everything that had happened at home recently. At this moment, they were just a mother and daughter chatting about family matters in their spare time.
The temperature was a bit high today, and Qiao Tong wanted to let Meiguo wait in the car, but the child insisted on getting out.
Meiguo was covered in sweat. Even though Feng Ci was holding an umbrella for her, the child still felt like she was in a sauna and was so hot that she felt wilted.
Feng Ci wiped the sweat off Meiguo's forehead and asked in a low voice, "Guoguo, do you want to get on your brother's back?"
"I want it, I want it."
Feng Ci squatted down and picked up the heavy child.
Berry pressed herself against her brother, her thin nostrils flaring as she sniffed the soothing scent.
Feng Ci has a very refreshing and cool woody fragrance. If you smell it for a long time, it can dispel the heat and relieve the summer heat naturally.
Berry's legs swung back and forth in her brother's arms. The wind gently lifted her skirt, making her little butt feel much cooler.
"Brother, am I heavy?"
"It's so heavy."
"Then I'll perform a magic trick for you."
Feng Ci: "Don't mess around."
"Okay, okay, let the magic begin." Meiguo grabbed Fengci's ear, rested her chin on his shoulder, and murmured to him, "I'm Bao Bao, I'm Bao Bao."
After repeating it three times in a row, Meiguo hooked Feng Ci's head and asked, "Now I'm an empty backpack. Is it not heavy anymore?"
Feng Ci: "Are you sure it's an empty backpack? Then I'll eat all the candies and cookies in your pocket."
Berry's smile froze, "No."
"Tsk, you cheapskate."
"I'm not a cheapskate," Berry began to talk nonsense in a serious tone, "Adults can't eat the candies and cookies from staying up late, only little people can."
Normally, Meiguo's family would teach her not to eat overnight fruits and meals, so this time they used the same lesson to educate Fengci.
The brother and sister were playing and fighting on the side. Not long after, Qiao Tong waved to Meiguo: "Baby, come here and talk to grandma. After that, let your brother take you to the car to rest."
Berry got off her brother's back, "Mom, what should I say?"
Her mother has already said everything she wanted to say.
"Anything is fine." Qiao Tong listed some examples. "For example, if you grow a new magical plant or learn a new spell, you can tell grandma."
Oh, there's so much more to say. Meiguo glanced at the sun and said seriously, "Mom, why don't we dig Grandma out and chat with her?"
Qiao Tong: "Dig it out?"
Qiao Tong couldn't quite keep up with the child's thinking.
"Yeah." Berry pointed at the sun in the sky. "There's no air conditioning outside, so Grandma will be hot. If we dig her out and chat with her, she'll cool down."
"That's too presumptuous." Feng Ci saw through it and said, "Actually, you just want to cool down, right?"
Berry, who was always being sabotaged, got annoyed and turned around and said angrily, "Brother, if you say that again, I won't cast the spell for you."
Feng Ci wasn't afraid: "Then don't ask anything of me."
"I won't!"
The next morning, the tough little witch hugged her brother's legs and acted cutely: "Brother, please, sing a song for Xiao Guozi."
Feng Ci glared at her: "Didn't you threaten me yesterday? Weren't you so courageous yesterday?"
The unlucky child clung to his brother's legs and whispered timidly: "Guqi went out to play and is not home today."
"Anyway, I don't sing. If you want to sing, you sing it yourself."
"Little Fruit won't grow up if I sing." Meiguo stood on tiptoe and looked towards the greenhouse. "Brother, Little Fruit wants to hear you sing."
Some time ago, Meiguo planted a seed called Drunken Fruit. She took good care of it every day and used the new growth-promoting spell she had learned. The seed quickly broke through the soil, sprouted, grew, and produced fruit that gave off a faint smell of alcohol.
The newly grown fruit is only the size of a thumb, while a fully ripe Zui Zui fruit can grow to the size of a child's fist.
But no matter how the berry used its magic, the drunken fruit remained motionless. Half a month passed, and the fruit did not grow at all.
Later, when attending class in his dream, Berry realized that the Drunken Fruit is a kind of fruit that needs to be nourished by music. Only when it hears beautiful songs will it grow, otherwise it will wither.
Berry sang confidently for two days, but not only did the little fruit not grow bigger, its leaves turned yellow, which scared Berry.
After learning about Meiguo's troubles, Qiao Tong helps to give some suggestions, such as playing songs on mobile phones, but he underestimates Zuizuiguo's pursuit. The little fruits only listen to live music.
This leaves only two options: invite a professional singer to sing for Zui Zui Guo at home, or seek help from Feng Ci, who already has a heavenly voice.
Of course, Meiguo trusts Feng Ci more than anyone else.
Feng Ci felt uncomfortable and refused to agree.
Berry pouted, turned away and sighed, "Then I'll just drink some magic potion."
The child slumped his shoulders, looking depressed and helpless.
Pretending to be pitiful again, Feng Ci pressed his finger on his temples: "Do you want to brew the Lark Magic Potion again?"
"Yeah." Meiguo turned around and looked at her brother with a strong smile, "Don't worry, brother, I will definitely not poison you."
“…”
Feng Ci: "If you wash the socks I've been saving for three days today, I'll promise to sing for you."
"No problem, dear brother~"
Meiguo jumped up happily and rushed into the bathroom without saying a word. In less than a minute, she returned with three pairs of clean socks and stuffed them into Feng Ci's hands.
"I'm done."
"So soon?"
Berry chuckled, scratched the back of his head, and said proudly, "I used cleaning magic. Do you see it's clean?"
The spotless white socks in Feng Ci's arms looked as good as new. It must be said that the little girl's magic skills were getting better and better.
"Okay." Feng Ci reluctantly got up and went to the greenhouse with Meiguo.
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