Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife-Chapter 377 - 0: Slaughtering Pigs and Catching Fish 1_1

Just as Yuejin’s mother was showing Feng Qingxue out with a thousand words of gratitude, they ran into Lu Jiang, who had come to pick her up.

"Oh, Ajiang is here to pick you up again? He really can’t stop worrying about you, huh!" Yuejin’s mother couldn’t help but tease.

Feng Qingxue’s face turned pink, she pulled her grey scarf up to cover half her face, "Auntie, you really shouldn’t tease us. Xibao must be missing me because he brought Xibao to look for me." Even if Lu Jiang missed her, she had to say it was on Xibao’s behalf, because, in this era, expressions of affection between men and women were not allowed to be too conspicuous.

"Ahah!" Xibao was happily perched on Lu Jiang’s neck, his cheerful squeals corresponding to his mother’s words. As for his father, he was being assaulted by the small chubby hands that didn’t hesitate to reach out for her as soon as his mother’s figure came into sight.

Lu Jiang held him up high with both hands, "Oy, oy oy, my little boss, stop wiggling!"

Xibao ignored him, just kept staring at Feng Qingxue. Angry about the fact that she hadn’t come to pick him up, he started to act up, screaming and hitting even harder.

"Xibao is so likable, he’s so fair and chubby, really adorable." Yuejin’s mom was extremely envious, wondering when her own grandson would grow up to be like that. Wearing a tiger hat and a red scarf, his cheeks were fatter and whiter than ever, his eyes big and dark, he really looked like the little cherub held by the Goddess of Mercy in the old traditional paintings.

Feng Qingxue laughed, "Children can’t handle being praised so much. You should get back home, it’s cold outside. My child’s father is here to pick me up, I should be heading home now."

"Well, I won’t hold you back then. Be careful on the road though, it gets slippy once the snow melts. Xiaoxue, thanks for today." After saying this, Yuejin’s mother heaved a sigh of relief and hurried back to look after her eldest grandson.

Her daughter-in-law was too lazy, as his mother-in-law, she could only work a bit harder.

Feng Qingxue walked towards her husband and child.

As soon as his wife approached, Lu Jiang noticed Little Fatty leaning forward, wanting to launch himself into his mother’s arms. This left him trembling all over, his hands frantically waving in the air. Quickly, he moved him from his neck to his lap, holding him with one hand and with the other pointing at his nose, he jokingly said, "You’re too heavy, your mother can’t hold you. Your dad can carry the burden alone."

"He’s too young to understand what you’re saying!" Feng Qingxue laughed as she took her son into her arms. Seeing her own clean, white, and chubby son, her heart was filled with joy. She couldn’t help but lean down to kiss his plump face.

Still, her own son was the handsomest, the best in the world.

Xibao happily rubbed against his mother, then lay on her shoulder to observe the scenery.

As Lu Jiang was walking, he kept an eye on the mother and son, suddenly noticing his son’s thick eyebrows knit together.

"What’s wrong, Little Fatty?" As soon as he had asked the question, he saw his son extend his chubby little paws towards him. He broke into a wide grin; it was the first time his son had reached out to him spontaneously. Without missing a beat, he swiftly hugged his son, "You’ve realized that dad is the most comfortable to lie on, right? Right, from now on, let dad do the hugging, and mom can have a break."

Feng Qingxue shook her arms out and saw her son kicking his legs and grandly throwing his hands up high in her husband’s arms.

"He wants to ride on your neck." Higher the seat, farther the view.

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"Really?" Right after Lu Jiang spoke, his son splashed his face with drool. Without another choice, he placed him back on his neck. Little Fatty finally quieted down. He lay on his dad’s head, looking left and right, occasionally letting out a cry or two.

Feng Qingxue saw her son’s saliva dripping onto Lu Jiang’s head from time to time and pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh.

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