Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

The sewing machine was making a clicking sound, and Feng Qingxue heard her youngest son's cry from behind.

Turning around, he saw that Zhuang Zhuang was trying hard to sit up by himself. He was wearing relatively thick cotton clothes and pants. After struggling for a long time, he couldn't stand up. Instead, he kicked the quilt aside, and his little face turned red from suppressing it.

He didn't cry either, and his limbs were still moving in an attempt to turn over.

Feng Qingxue quickly stopped what she was doing, stood up and hugged him, "Zhuang Zhuang is awake? Why is it so early?"

Just over half an hour, right? I usually have to sleep for two hours.

Zhuang Zhuang hugged her neck and said, "Mom, pee."

Although his physique is not as good as his two elder brothers, the little guy's expressive ability is top-notch, comparable to Fubao.

After hearing what he said, Feng Qingxue quickly carried him to the toilet and peed. The little guy sighed comfortably, and then said thank you, which made Feng Qingxue couldn't help but laugh, her voice was very soft, Afraid of waking up Dundun and Xiongxiong on the bed.

As for Xibao and Fubao, they sleep in the west room when they are tired from studying, and are currently being looked after by Lu Tianzhi.

"Mom, I want to go out and play." Zhuang Zhuang made his request.

"Go out?"

"Yeah!" The little guy nodded his head, looking forward to it.

Feng Qingxue kissed his little face, "Brother is sleeping, and mom can't stay away from her now, and it's too cold outside. Can you accompany mom in the house to make clothes? It's Zhuang Zhuang's birthday soon, and mom will also Zhuangzhuang makes clothes.”

The little guy shook his head, "No, I want mommy to play."

Feng Qingxue grimaced, "It's so cold outside. Mom is afraid of the cold."

The little guy pursed his rosy little mouth, looked at her for a long time, and suddenly sighed like a little adult. I don't know who he learned from, "Okay, I'll play with mom."

"Hey, Zhuang Zhuang is so good!" Feng Qingxue smiled broadly, "You drink some water first."

After drinking the water, Zhuangzhuang wore warm cotton shoes, sat on a small stool, put his hands on his knees, and watched Feng Qingxue carefully as he stepped on the pedal of the sewing machine and continued busy.

His eyes widened when he saw several pieces of cloth put together and quickly turned into a piece of clothing.

"Mom, you are so awesome!" Zhuang Zhuang praised sweetly.

Feng Qingxue was very happy. Just as she was about to pick up her little son and continue to kiss him to reward him, she heard Xiong Xiong shout loudly: "Mom, Dundun wet the bed!" The tone was very sure.

The mother and son turned their heads and saw Xiong Xiong jumping around on the bed, covering his crotch.

Dundun was woken up by him. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking at a large puddle of water in the distance. His dark eyes looked at his younger brother who looked exactly like him, "Bad guy, you wet the bed!"

"It's not me!" Xiong Xiong's expressive ability is also very good, "It's Dundun who wet the bed!"

The triplets all spoke earlier than Xibao, and they spoke fluently, unlike Xibao who could only speak word by word when he was two years old.

Feng Qingxue knew who wet the bed as soon as she got close.

Dundun's diaper was dry and comfortable, but the diaper tucked between Xiong Xiong's legs had long been moved to a corner he didn't know he had moved in his sleep. Now the cotton pants between his legs were a large amount wet. Look at the location of the urine stain. , one hundred and eighty thousand miles away from Dundunde, and only Xiongxiong would go to that location if he was not honest in his sleep.

Feng Qingxue peed on Dundun first, and then came to clean up Xiongxiong.

Putting on dry autumn trousers, cashmere trousers, one-piece floral cotton trousers, and small cotton shoes, Xiong Xiong began to jump around the house, with his hands on his hips, looking at Feng Qingxue who was making the bed, and said loudly: "Mom, I Want to drink grandma!”