MTL - After the Eldest Sister-in-law Died Young, Dai Wen Remarried.-Chapter 250 Don't favor one over the other

Yun Qing smiled and nodded, "Yes, my sister smiled at you. It seems that she likes An An very much."

 An An's happy face was slightly red, and she held the child more carefully.

Beside, Jiaojiao saw that An An was able to hug her sister, and she also looked at her mother eagerly.

Qiao Yue said, "Sister-in-law, let Jiaojiao hold her and play with her."

 Since I have hugged An An, I can't treat him favorably.

Yun Qinghuan laughed and scolded her, "You are still holding her for fun. You really treat your daughter as a toy."

 Qiao Yue also laughed. She really felt that her two daughters were like her two big toys. After all, the most difficult situation of raising children was usually left to Shen Jingyang, and she was only responsible for playing with the two children.

Thinking about it, she felt that she had met a good man, and smiled softly at Shen Jingyang.

Shen Jingyang was so watched that he couldn't help but touch his face, thinking that there was something dirty on his face.

After all, Jiaojiao has a biological brother. Although her brother Gou Sheng is the baby of the family, her grandma is afraid that this precious grandson will bump into her and doesn't let her hug her very often. But during her mother's confinement period, , Jiaojiao wanted to get close to her brother, so Jiang Wenxiu let her hug her many times.

 It’s just that Gou Sheng grew up a little later and became less close to her sister.

But Jiaojiao still knows the basic baby-carrying skills. Without much teaching, she can hold Manman's sister in her arms very well, and her posture is very standard.

Manman is also a good boy. He smiled at Jiaojiao, which made the little girl's face red and she was extremely happy.

The two children waited until their arms were sore, fearing that they might drop their sister, before they handed the child to Yun Qinghuan and Jiang Wenxiu.

Jiaojiao even pulled Jiang Wenxiu’s sleeve and whispered, “Mom, I want you to give me a sister.”

His eyes were bright, obviously looking forward to it.

Yun Qinghuan and Qiao Yue happened to hear it and looked at the person jokingly.

Jiang Wenxiu blushed, "What are you talking about? Mom will be fine as long as you and your brother are there."

 She is actually not that old this year, she is not yet thirty years old. There are many women in the village who are still giving birth in their thirties or even forties, commonly known as old ladies and old sons.

Even though Jiang Wenxiu said this, she was a little moved when she looked at Manman in her arms.

I really want to have another daughter.

 But thinking about the situation at home, she suppressed this idea again. By the time her husband gets a medical treatment, I'm afraid there won't be much money left, and it will be a good thing if she doesn't owe debts.

 It is difficult to raise two children under such circumstances, and having another child would be a disaster.

Seeing her sad expression, Yun Qinghuan and Qiao Yue looked at each other and consciously changed the subject.

Yun Qinghuan asked Shen Jingyang, "Shen Zhiqing, when will you go back to work in the mine?"

Shen Jingyang subconsciously looked at Qiao Yue and her children, and then said, "The day after tomorrow, the holidays are almost used up."

　　Time flies so fast now that I can see it, and it’s almost July.

 “Okay, then you have to pay attention to safety.”

Qiao Yue doesn’t have any relatives here, so Yuanyuan and her two children’s full moon banquet is just a meal for a few familiar people.

 The full moon banquet is held tomorrow night and Yun Qinghuan is invited there.

Yun Qinghuan naturally agreed, and Jiang Wenxiu also agreed.

Knowing that Qiao Yue is taking care of her, he doesn't want her to take leave frequently, as her salary will be deducted. It happened to be getting late, so Bai Naihan walked in, changed the hot water for them, and brought in some melon seeds.

A few people were surprised to realize that they had finished smashing so many melon seeds and drank all the hot water, so they hurriedly said goodbye.

Yun Qinghuan didn’t keep them either.

 Early in the morning the next day, just after dinner, Xiao Shitou came over.

Yun Qinghuan smiled when she saw him and waved to him, "Come here, Auntie, let's see how the injury on your leg is."

  Xiao Shitou put down his backpack and did not go to feed the chickens immediately. Instead, he walked over in a familiar way. His walking posture became much more natural. It was obvious that his leg injury was almost healed.

Yun Qinghuan stared at the patch of red medicine on his leg, with a large scar in the middle that would not fall off.

It was a little itchy, and the little stone couldn't help but touch it with his hand. Yun Qinghuan looked at it and said, "You should be careful and don't scratch it with your hands. It will be fine when the scar disappears."

Yang Guihua's heart was really poisonous. The small stone he pushed hit the sharp stone, causing a big **** in his leg. At that time, the little stone said he was fine, so Yun Qinghuan thought he was really fine and sent An An to give some. The ointment was gone and I didn’t ask any more questions. Who would have thought that when Xiao Shitou came to class the next day, he was limping and grinning.

Because the weather was a bit hot, the injury was even suppurating, which startled Yun Qinghuan, so she hurriedly took him to the village doctor Uncle Zhang to have a look and bandage it.

Uncle Zhang knew the situation at Xiao Shitou's house, frowned and said nothing, and carefully bandaged his leg. Afterwards, he said that it was fortunate that Yun Qinghuan had delivered it in time, otherwise his wound would have been easily infected.

If you are really infected, it will be a big problem.

Yun Qinghuan was so frightened that he took the medicine and grabbed the small stone. He had to give him the medicine every morning to feel at ease.

At this moment, Yun Qinghuan treated his wound again and applied medicine before letting him go. Then he handed him two steamed buns, "Try the freshly steamed vegetable buns."

 Two big buns, fragrant and soft.

Little Shitou's eyes lit up and he quickly thanked him. He ate one and kept another.

Yun Qinghuan knew that the bun was something he wanted to take back to his grandparents, so he couldn't help but sigh slightly. This kid was really sensible.

 Just over six years old.

Moreover, he never eats her food for free, and always looks for work. Knowing that everyone in the Bai family is busy and has no time to dig wild vegetables and find wild products, he always gets more and then distributes it to Yun Qinghuan.

Yun Qing happily accepted his love, but was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't accept it.

After finishing today’s class, Xiao Shitou began to sweep the yard, clean the chicken coop, sweep up the chicken manure and pour it into the vegetable patch. Chicken manure is a rare natural fertilizer.

The little guy was busy without stopping, and after working for about half an hour, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his backpack, and took his homework book with him to leave.

Yun Qinghuan stopped him and brought him a bowl of mung bean soup with two rock sugars in it, "Drink it before leaving."

It was mid-June, still according to the lunar calendar, which is equivalent to July in modern times. It was very hot. Yun Qinghuan felt hot even if she did nothing. She missed the modern air conditioner, not to mention that the child was busy all the time. She was really afraid of him suffering from heat stroke. .

Little Shitou licked his dry lips. The bowl of mung bean soup that had just been chilled with well water was very tempting. He couldn't help but take it. He gulped down the bowl. It was sweet and had the fragrance of mung beans. , it tastes very good, and after drinking it, I feel a lot more comfortable.

Hold the empty bowl, Xiao Shitou's face was a little red. He even ate and took the food, and asked his aunt to teach him how to read and write. He owed his aunt more and more.

Yun Qinghuan touched his head and said with a smile, "Go and do your work. Don't be too tired."

Hands covered his hair, as warm as his mother's hands in his memory.

Then before Xiao Shitou had time to feel it again, Yun Qinghuan had already taken his hand away and looked at him with a smile.

Little Shitou couldn't help feeling disappointed.