While Song Fuyu was still struggling, Yan Ziyuan directly gave her an ultimatum.
"Wife, if you're not really sleepy, I don't mind taking you to exercise together to burn off your energy."
"Don't worry, I'll sleep. Isn't it okay for me to sleep?"
Faced with the threat of a fight from the goblin, Song Fuyu finally behaved himself and fell asleep in his arms not long after.
When she woke up the next day, the person next to her had already gotten up.
"Xiao Yu, wake up. Go wash up and have breakfast."
"Where's the baby?"
"Ziyuan and the old man took me to the Li family yard to watch the persimmon picking."
After washing up, Song Fuyu took a bun and went to Li's house.
In front of the stroller of the two little guys, there were two persimmons hanging with a rope. They were looking at them with great interest, without even blinking.
"Xiao Yu, we can make a lot of persimmon cakes this year. I see there are more persimmons on this tree than last year."
"We'll make more hanging persimmons this year. They taste much better than dried persimmon cakes."
Old Man Yan happily took the persimmons thrown down by Yan Ziyuan, and recalled the taste of last year's persimmon cakes. They tasted much better than the ones he bought at the supply and marketing cooperative before.
"It's a pity that Ping An An can't eat it yet."
"They are not in a hurry. When they are ready to eat, they will grab it even without being given anything."
Pingping is now starting to get eager to try the food they eat.
Especially every time they were eating, if he was not asleep, he would stare at them intently with his saliva dripping.
If you pretend to hand it to him, he will actually open his mouth and want to eat it.
"These are two children who really grew up in a blessed environment."
"Yeah, I envy them a little bit."
Sometimes Song Fuyu really envied his two children, who had so many loving family members who treated them like the apples of their eyes.
Although they were born in the 1970s, they had no worries about food and clothing. The hardships that other families had to go through did not exist for them at all.
"No~"
A strange smell came towards Song Fuyu again.
"......"
"You little bastard, your mother is still eating and you release biological weapons in front of me again!"
"ah!"
She was about to collapse, and she didn't know whether to swallow or spit out the bun in her mouth.
"Yan Ziyuan, your son has pooped, come down and take care of it!"
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