Reborn Nine Zero Sweetheart Cub

Chapter 165 People can’t rise high

Yan Xi hasn't made a sound since the little baby ran out with the medicine box in her arms.

Standing there motionless.

It wasn't until I heard a "Okay" in my ears that I came back to my senses.

The wound on the back of the hand has been put on medicine and wrapped with a bandage.

It was Fu Yanchi, the sick man, who personally helped him deal with it.

There were many people around him, and in the cool temperature of late autumn, he could easily feel the heat radiating from their bodies.

Although they were not familiar with each other, the concern in their eyes, words, and actions was so natural.

Naturally, he couldn't feel any discomfort at all.

"Flying here in the afternoon? Sit down and have a glass of water to rest. You can eat later."

The woman's warm voice sounded beside him.

Yan Xi raised his eyes and saw a water glass in his hand. The woman held a small stool and placed it at his feet.

On one side, when the woman mentioned the word "eat", the old woman wearing an apron slapped her thigh, dragged her uncle and hurriedly ran to the kitchen, "Oh, it's broken. There are still vegetables burning in my pot. It's all burnt."

Got it!"

"My braised pork! Aunt Zhang, I'll turn off the heat. You turn the vegetables over first. If they get burnt, I'll have to eat pickles tonight!" This is the first time Yan Xi heard Uncle Gui speak with emotion. For the sake of a

Pot braised pork.

The old man was raising his voice in the yard, making sarcastic remarks and gloating, "Why can we only eat pickles? Aren't the vegetables that Yueyue and Achi just washed considered vegetables? They're just watery cabbages!"

Fu Yanchi, "I don't think I've ever eaten meat for you before, so you're so greedy that it's a joke?"

In the kitchen, Uncle Gui's voice came straight, "Old Fu, Mr. Fu, I am the one who controls the fire."

The two people in the courtyard immediately restrained themselves, lowered their voices and bit their ears.

"I can't offend him just yet. I haven't cooked my braised fish yet. He's getting very angry and my fish will be burnt."

"Uncle Gui, this is the only one that can kill you. Please bear with it for now, and then settle the score with him after the meal."

"Well, a gentleman's revenge is never too late."

Yan Xi raised her eyes and looked at the giggling little kid squatting in front of him, her lips twitching slightly.

So the grandparents are not afraid of teaching bad children?

"Uncle, did you come here by plane?" Wa'er tilted her little head, curious and worried, "Did you lose the fight? Were you bullied?"

Yan Xi straightened her back and sneered, "Will I lose in a fight? Have you never seen -"

"But you were held down by Uncle Agui just now."

"..."

Yan Xi suspected that this little kid was more than four years old.

It is impossible for a four-year-old baby to speak words that touch your heart.

Fu Yanchi was in a good mood and did not hesitate to answer her daughter's questions, "Uncle Agui won the Sanda championship. When he was in the army, he was nicknamed the Capture King. He can hit ten embroidered pillows like your uncle's."

Qiqi, "Wow!"

After finishing, Wa'er quietly asked Little Danman, "Dandan, what is a Sanda champion and what is a grappling king?"

Little Eggman shrank in the sea of ​​consciousness and lazily said, "Just ask your dad."

"But if I ask, it will appear that I don't understand anything, and dad and the others will treat me even more like a baby."

"You are just a little doll."

"I want to grow up quickly."

"Then when you get up every day, ask your dad to pull you up. You will grow up in no time."

"..." Qiqi's face darkened.

Does Dandan think she is an idiot?

Even a four-year-old baby knows that people can’t stand tall!

After quarreling with the little baby, the voice in the sea of ​​consciousness disappeared.

No matter how busy it is outside, Little Eggman is not affected at all.

This time is so happy.

Crossing his legs and counting the five colored energy balls in front of him, the little Egg Man grinned.

In one day when Yanhuai and his family came to Taoxi Village, he earned three energy balls, and the energy that flew in from then on was endless.

I have saved five now, and with half more, the energy mission will be completed.

It only needs to wait patiently until 1992, let Song Yueliang survive his death, and then help Fu Yanchi fulfill his long-cherished wish, and then he can go home.

Two years is worth the wait!

The little eggman shook his legs, thinking that next time it rains and thunders, he will do something to make the thunder thunder and go home to visit his relatives.

Perfect.

…

After dinner, the whole family sat in the yard, chatting in the dark.

There was a crowd of women and carrots in the hall, talking loudly and laughing loudly.

Some villagers like to join in the fun, and instead of watching TV, they sit in the courtyard with stools and join in the chatting.

In short, it’s just a noisy word.

Very noisy.

This kind of scene cannot be seen in the prosperous Kyoto. The lively chatting only occurs at various cocktail parties and banquets, but those are not called chatting, they are called socializing.

Yan Xi grabbed a bamboo chair and immersed herself in the hustle and bustle of the small mountain village, savoring the comfort and feeling like she didn't want to miss Shu.

On the couch next to him was Fu Yanchi, a sick man, holding up his mobile phone and dialing the number.

"Hey, dad, it's me. Yan Xi ran away from home, right? I'm here."

Yan Xi was so shocked by this opening statement that she immediately jumped up and reached out to grab the phone, but was stunned when she heard the man's next words.

"Let him stay here for a while and relax. He must have been wronged in some way."

"You don't know what your own son's temper is like? What kind of bad things can a fool do to buy vegetables because he sees the pitiful old vegetable farmers selling vegetables?"

"You tell Aunt Meng so that she won't worry. Well, that's it. There's no need to talk to him. He won't be happy to hear what you say."

Yan Xi maintained her fluttering posture, "..."

He lowered his eyes and looked at the man who had just hung up the phone, and asked, "Who are you calling stupid?"

"Ah, you heard that?"

"..." If he strangles Fu Yanchi to death now, will Uncle Gui jump him?

If not, he really wants to give it a try!

Just like this, how can he regard him as his brother? Damn!

The young man angrily lay back on the bamboo chair, closed his eyes and stopped talking, making a gesture of refusing to talk.

The night was obscured, and no one saw the young man with his eyes closed, and a trace of red quietly overflowed from the end of his eyes.

That is the grievance that can be vented after someone cares and cares about it after being injured.

Qiqi nestled in her mother-in-law's arms, tilting her head to watch this scene.

The little kid is always curious, "Mother-in-law, uncle doesn't really hate dad, does he? Then why does he always talk fiercely to dad?"

"Because your uncle and father are both boys." Zhang Xifeng said with a smile.

"What's wrong with the boys?"

"Boy, he has an awkward temper."

"Everyone has a different way of getting along with each other. Some people are straightforward and some are roundabout." Song Yueliang added, "People in Taoxi Village are mostly straightforward and say what they have to say, so it can be understood at a glance.

. Your father and uncle are more circuitous. They have to talk and do things in a roundabout way. Don't be awkward, which can easily cause misunderstandings. People's personalities are also different in different life circumstances."

"Is mom being straightforward or roundabout?" Wa'er asked again.

Song Yueliang paused for a moment and subconsciously looked towards Fu Yanchi, who happened to be looking over as well.

Their eyes met, and the man immediately seized the opportunity to wink.

Song Yueliang withdrew her eyes lightly, "Mom's temperament is somewhere between the two. She is straightforward to people who are straightforward and indirect to people who are circuitous."

From a distance, Fu Yanchi couldn't hear clearly what the mother and daughter were talking about.

But my neck feels a little chilly.

It was as if someone wanted to stab him.

(End of chapter)