In the ordinary world, I am the son-in-law of the Sun family

In autumn, the golden sun hangs high in the sky, casting a large swath of dazzling sunlight. It was bitingly cold in the morning, but now it is very warm and comfortable.

After tossing and washing the clothes, Wang Manyin realized that the sun was already high, and he had been up for such a long time, and he had been circling around the two children, not doing any of his own business.

Originally, I planned to go to the private plot to have a look, and collect some vegetables from the plot to eat.

After drying the clothes and walking into the house, veins popped out of his forehead.

The brooms leaning neatly against the wall were lying on the ground, the arranged benches were also down on the ground, pairs of shoes were everywhere, and small garbage could be seen everywhere.

I don't know, I thought it was stolen.

"Wang Songchuan, Wang Songze, is this a good thing you guys did?" Unbearable, he yelled towards the yard.

When Song Chuan Song heard this, his small body trembled, and he ran into the cave to look at their masterpieces, and looked at them with big innocent eyes.

Wang Manyin clenched his fists, resisting the urge to hit them, and waved his hand in disgust, "Go out and play with me, and don't dare to mess up the house for me in the future, or your ass will be beaten."

"Father, let's clean it up for you." The two boys said with insight.

Most of the anger in Wang Manyin's heart disappeared in an instant, and the two sons were still very pleasing.

But after a few minutes, Wang Manyin couldn't laugh anymore, and the two melons were doing nothing to help.

He decisively drove them outside to play, and started to clean the cave by himself, and the whole morning passed without knowing it.

Until Song Ze yelled in the yard: "Dad, brother is hungry."

"Father, brother is also hungry."

He raised his wrist and looked at the time, only to realize that it was already noon.

What to eat
Wang Manyin was obsessed with this question, and found himself in trouble for a while. There was still a small plate of leftovers from last night in the cupboard, mutton soup cooked with orchids.

"Son, what do you want to eat?" He went out and asked.

"Eat balls!" Matsukawa Matsuze said in unison.

Wang Manyin turned his gaze to the sea.

Dahai asked hesitantly: "Godfather, I will eat whatever you do, but can you do it, or let me do it, I can cook."

Wang Manyin patted his chest, "Don't worry, I won't delay your reading, it's just cooking, your godfather can handle it, since Matsukawa Matsuze wants to eat eggs, then we will eat fried eggs."

He doesn't know how to cook chicken, duck and fish, but frying an egg still won't bother him, at worst, just add a little less salt.

Go back to the kitchen and fasten the apron, scoop up two bowls of rice and pour it into a porcelain plate, and start washing.

In fact, he really wanted to steam the white flour buns, but he didn't know how to knead the flour. He was afraid that the steamed flour would look bad and waste the flour.

How easy it is to cook rice. Wash it and put it in a pot to cook. When it is half-cooked, take it out and sieve off the rice soup, and steam the rice again.

Boil the white rice, take out five eggs, and use the method last night to fry a large plate full of scrambled eggs.

I tasted it myself, it was not bad, neither salty nor bland, the smell of fried eggs is also very strong, there are pickles and vegetable foam in it, it will not be boring if you eat too much.

The meal at noon was simply prepared, and the three sons were asked to wash their hands, and they were ready to eat at the table.

Matsukawa Matsuze took a sip, and said with a little disgust: "It's not as delicious as my mother's fried."

Wang Manyin tapped their bowls lightly, "Kids know what a fart, some are good to eat, and other people's children can only eat black steamed buns, do you want to taste what black steamed buns are like?"

Song Chuan nodded, "Okay, Dad, I haven't eaten black steamed buns yet, what does black steamed buns taste like."

Wang Manyin froze, Dahai sighed: "The black steamed buns are not tasty, they are soggy, bitter and hard. They used to not even eat pigs, but now people are reluctant to eat them."

Songze asked curiously: "Brother, have you ever eaten black steamed buns?"

Dahai gave him a funny look, "I must have eaten it, and I ate a lot, unlike you, I haven't even eaten black buns."

Song Chuan said angrily: "Father, I also want to eat black steamed buns. The dark ones must be delicious. Can you make black steamed buns for me?"

A few black lines flashed across Wang Manyin's face, and he reprimanded: "Hei Momo? This fragrant rice is not delicious? Besides, there is no sorghum rice at home. Where can I get you black momo? Even if there is sorghum Noodles, I don’t know how to steam them either.”

"Eat me obediently. If you talk too much, your ass will be beaten up. Your mother is not willing to deal with you. I am so cruel to you, old man."

Matsukawa Matsuze pursed his lips in aggrieved voice, and said in a crying voice, "Father, you're attacking us again."

Wang Manyin glared, "Don't cry, cry outside for me, I'm upset when I hear you cry."

"Woooooo, I miss my mother, and I miss my mother too."

The two boys still cried, missing their gentle and virtuous mother very much.

Wang Manyin felt dizzy for a while, did the two boys ask him to pay for the sins of his previous life?

Helpless, I could only coax them not to cry in a soft voice, and fill their stomachs first, because the fried eggs will not taste good when they are cold.

After eating, Wang Manyin looked at the mess on the table, and helplessly started to clean it up again.

There was no physical work this morning, but I felt very tired, and it was not easy to take care of the children. It was still comfortable when Lanhua was at home.

Lanhua didn't feel it when she was at home, but when Lanhua went out, she realized that everything was in order before, and how well Lanhua took care of the house.

Wash the dishes quickly, now I finally have a little free time, move the wicker chair to the yard, and start basking in the sun with my eyes closed.

When I was sleeping soundly in the lake, I suddenly heard Dahai yelling: "Godfather, my brother peed his pants!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, looked over, and saw that Songze's trousers were obviously wet, and looked towards Songchuan with a feeling, his trousers also gradually became wet, and there was an innocent and naive look on his white and chubby face.

Wang Manyin held his forehead speechlessly, "Didn't you want to tell me when you peed in the morning, why did you pee your pants again, am I too lazy to wash it, can't hold it for a while?"

Helpless, I can only take off the trousers of the two sons, throw them in the basin and soak them in water, and save them for washing together at night or tomorrow.

After wiping their bodies and changing into clean and fresh pants, he hugged them and told them: "Next time you need to pee, you must tell your father first. You are such a big man, peeing your pants is not shameful."

"The four-year-old children in the village are still peeing their pants." Matsukawa said confidently.

"Are there many people making jokes?" Wang Manyin asked.

Matsukawa nodded.

"Then do you want others to laugh at you?"

Matsukawa Matsuzawa shook his head like a rattle.

"That's right, so don't pee your pants in the future. If you want to pee, just tell me, or take off your pants and pee somewhere."

Song Chuan thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "Then you are not allowed to tell other people about my pissing my pants, and don't tell anyone when mom comes back."