I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 102
Amidst the constant sound of firecrackers, Yu Feiwan fell into a deep sleep with a satisfied smile on his face.

"It's not too late, get up quickly and put on new clothes."

Yu Feiwan felt that not long after he fell asleep, Yu Ping's clear and sweet voice came to his ears.

"Sleep a little longer."

"Sleep for another five minutes." Yu Feiwan closed his eyes tightly and unconsciously covered his head.

Under Yu Ping's coaxing, tricking, and dragging, Lazie felt like sand between her fingers, unable to hold her hand.

After Yu Feiwan simply washed up, he turned around and saw three people wearing bright red clothes standing in a row.

Yu Peng, white and fat, is the little Fuwa in the New Year pictures, so naive.

Yu Ping, dressed in red clothes, looks more and more like a peach and a plum.

Fortunately, I got to know you with my peach blossom face. From now on, there will be warm spring in the streets.

Turning her gaze to Lin Haihong, she was at a loss for words and could only think of a sentence about someone on the street who was young and romantic.

People rely on clothes, horses rely on saddles.

Because of her limited knowledge, she didn't know that the red cloth she disliked would be so eye-catching when cut into clothes.

"Does it look good?"

Yu Ping blinked her big, watery eyes, her crow-feather-like eyelashes fluttering, her expression filled with nervousness and expectation.

Yu Feiwan sincerely praised, "It's so beautiful."

"Everyone loves everyone, and flowers bloom when they see each other."

Yu Ping pursed her lips and smiled, not as carefree as before.

This well-tailored red dress seems to have given Yu Ping a new image.

"Then go and change it quickly."

"My mother even sewed on the buckles specially, saying it fits the festive atmosphere."

Yu Ping stretched out her hand to pull Yu Feiwan and urged.

Yu Feiwan responded with a smile. When he passed by Lin Haihong and Yu Peng, Yu Feiwan touched Yu Peng's little head, "My cousin and Pengpeng are also very good-looking."

Putting on the clothes, Yu Feiwan turned around.

It's not ugly, it's just not obvious that it looks good.

However, Yu Ping's mouth was as if it were covered with honey, and she recited all the complimentary idioms she had learned.

Nine times out of ten, the words fail to convey the meaning.

The remaining one or two are just as literal.

She saw with her own eyes that Lin Haihong's face turned red even as he suppressed laughter.

"Really spiritual."

The old lady leaned on a cane, looked up and down, and couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Yu Feiwan:...

spirit?

For a moment, Yu Feiwan couldn't tell whether this was a compliment or not.

At this moment, several loud shouts sounded outside the gate. Basically, they had made an appointment in advance to go to the temple to burn incense and pray together.

"These children in your family are so handsome."

"This is your eldest grandson, he looks handsome and studies well."

"When I compare it, I can't wait to clean up the naughty children who go to the house to reveal their tiles."

Several women who looked slightly younger than the old lady praised her with smiles on their faces.

It's a courtesy, but also a sincere envy.

There is no one in these ten miles and eight villages who does not envy Lin Qingshan and his wife for having such a promising son like Lin Haihong.

Lin Haihong was a little uncomfortable with such enthusiastic inspection and lowered his head.

But the neighbors who were celebrating the New Year were very busy and continued to joke, "I heard from your mother that when you first went to school at the age of nine, you could recite [-] Tang poems, and you could do mental arithmetic and never make mistakes."

"You carry it for us aunts and uncles, so that we can also see the prodigy."

A middle-aged woman quickly echoed, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, I have to go get that prodigal son from my family."

"The prodigal son is already fifteen after the Chinese New Year, but he still has trouble getting up every day. He can't read well, doesn't learn a trade, has no family, and just wanders around town and county like a street kid all day long."

"This is the Chinese New Year, otherwise I won't be able to call you back."

"Don't they all say that if you are with a pig, you will turn into a pig or something? You can memorize it later. Let me shout." Yu Feiwan had black lines on his head and looked at Lin Haihong sympathetically.

Is this any different from defecating on the street in public?
Except it doesn’t stink…

It seems that not everyone can tolerate this enthusiasm.

"Farewell, farewell, my eldest grandson is thin-skinned, don't tease him."

"There are so many temples inside and outside, let's not delay, go early and come back early."

The old lady came to Lin Haihong's rescue with a smile on her face.

Li Lan had just finished packing, carrying a basket and surrounding her tightly, with a clean scarf on her arm.

"Mother-in-law, put on your headscarf and let's go out."

As soon as Li Lan came out, the focus of the conversation revolved around clothes.

Li Lan was able to deal with these short-lived parents with ease.

The noise of your mouth and my mouth gradually faded away, and Lin Haihong breathed a long sigh of relief.

After a while, Lin Haihong's face was already red and bleeding.

Yu Feiwan curiously asked, "You can memorize [-] Tang poems?"

Lin Haihong blushed and nodded slightly.

"How long have you carried it?"

"I didn't do any statistics, just took notes here and there."

Yu Feiwan twitched his lips, damn it, Lin Haihong had tricked him again, invisible and the most deadly.

"Cousin, I'm not a child prodigy, I just see a lot and memorize a lot."

"I am also an ordinary person." Lin Haihong raised his head and explained anxiously.

Yu Feiwan patted Lin Haihong on the shoulder, "Mediocre IQ, I understand, I understand everything."

She swore that she was really not bitter, she was just jealous at most.

She thought of the jokes that someone in later generations had summed up in their lines on the screen, Liu Yifei, a country girl, and Louis Koo, an ordinary person.

Now there is Lin Haihong, a peerless little genius who skips grades one after another and studies ahead of schedule, saying that he is also an ordinary person.

Please, let her be so ordinary and ordinary in the next life.

"Come over for dinner."

"The dumpling soup is so sticky."

Yu Shuishan wore an apron and his voice was as gentle and sweet as ever.

Yu Ping looked at her brand new clothes, then touched her withered belly, and finally gritted her teeth and decided, "Dad, I'm not hungry."

She can't just put it on and her rice residue and grease will fall off.

Yu Shuishan's expression remained unchanged, "You can bring a Pengpeng bib, or change it first."

"After dinner later, we can build a snowman."

"Didn't you always think about building a snowman a few days ago and use carrots as the snowman's nose?"

"I just don't have to work during the Chinese New Year, and it snowed heavily last night."

Yu Ping's eyes lit up, "Well, I'll change it first and put it on when I go out."

"Feiwan, cousin, do you want to build a snowman together later?"

"The snowman my dad and I built is big and cute."

"Almost every year during the Chinese New Year, I pile one up and it won't melt for several days."

Yu Ping was not asking, but inviting.

Yu Feiwan and Lin Haihong nodded in agreement without much hesitation.

No matter how cold the wind is, it can't extinguish the fire in their hearts.

Lin Haihong was ready to take action because he had never done anything before and wanted to try new things.

As for her.

It can be regarded as reliving an old dream.

Among the four little red babies, Yu Peng was the only one left in a blink of an eye.

Yu Peng was young and could not appreciate the importance attached to new clothes by people in this era who had been sewing and mending for three years.

(End of this chapter)