I just graduated from college and asked my goddess teacher to take maternity leave

Lin Feng is a junior, and it is not his turn to intervene in the old man's death, nor does he have this status.

When seven o'clock passed, Xue Ping'an hugged you, still looking worried.

The little guy didn't know that his grandma had left him forever, and he was having fun playing with Dabao and Xiaobao in the yard.

Xue Ping'an and his wife took good care of him. Now he looks like a tiger-headed man, and he is also a lot taller.

Lin Feng and his wife were discussing knitting sweaters in the yard, and occasionally glanced at the children.

This sweater was originally knitted by Mother Lin. She learned a new stitch that is simple and beautiful.

Leng Meng'an watched the lesson for a long time and found it quite simple.

While Lin Feng's parents were busy with the funeral of Grandma Youfu, Leng Meng'an picked up a sweater and started knitting. After a few laps, she started to lose confidence.

No matter how I look at it, I feel it's wrong, but I won't change it, so I'm studying it here with Lin Feng.

"Wow, hubby, you can even knit a sweater, what else can't you do?"

"Knitting sweaters is actually very simple. She can't learn it if it's too complicated. I can do almost everything she knows."

Leng Meng'an gave her husband a thumbs up, "Husband, you are so outstanding."

Lin Feng can knit sweaters, but he doesn’t know much about starting stitches and closing stitches.

It’s rare to knit a sweater by yourself these days. With all the time and energy it takes, it’s better to just buy a sweater.

Mother Lin has no shortage of these. She knits a sweater for each of her children every year, and she makes progress every year.

The current styling and color matching are comparable to those sold outside, and the appearance is constantly improving.

As my skills improved, my heart began to swell, and I wanted to knit a sweater for my daughter-in-law to wear in the fall.

It’s the pink one on my hand.

Noon was coming, and Lin Feng was wondering what to make for lunch.

Leng Meng'an came over and said that Fu Fu wanted to go back. She couldn't stop him. The child was already at the hospital door.

Lin Feng hurried over. The little guy was dragging the Twister, shaking his head and walking on the way home. His back was cute and carefree.

"Blessed? Blessed?"

Youfu turned around and gestured in sign language that he was going home for dinner.

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Your father called and asked you to have lunch at our house."

Youfu shook his head and gestured, Lin Feng couldn't guess.

"Fortunately, come to my uncle's house for dinner. My younger brothers and sisters really want to play with you. Can we continue playing together after dinner?"

Blessed made another round of gestures, Lin Feng guessed what the child was probably saying.

After he finishes eating, come over and play again.

At this time, Dabao and Xiaobao also came to persuade Youfu to stay, but Youfu drove away on a twisty car.

Lin Feng quickly followed, "Dad will come back to cook after sending brother Youfu back. You and mom will wait for a while."

The two children wanted to follow, but Lin Feng coaxed them back.

Lin Feng called Xue Pingan to explain the situation. What he meant was: come back, you will know sooner or later.

Blessed cannot speak, but he makes a gurgling sound in his throat. With his happy little face, he should be singing.

Lin Feng felt a little heavy.

A lot of people came to Youfu's house. They were chatting about something and it seemed lively.

Youfu probably thought so too. He drove over in a twisty car and wanted to enter the house, but his grandfather stopped him and waved his hand to indicate that he couldn't enter.

Mother Lin came over and signaled Lin Feng to go back.

"Your dad and I won't go back to eat at noon. We will probably get home very late in the evening. You should eat first."

As Mother Lin was talking, Xue Ping'an brought Youfu over and asked Lin Feng to take care of him this afternoon.

"I made an agreement with Youfu to stay at your house this afternoon, and I'll pick him up in the evening."

Lin Feng looked at Youfu and said, "Let's go back with uncle first."

Youfu nodded reluctantly.

Xue Ping'an looked grateful, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble. I'll come and pick him up when I'm done here."

Lin Feng waved his hand, "It's easy to do with your hands. You can do your job. Don't worry about leaving the child here with me."

On the way back, Lin Feng pulled the twisting car with a rope and walked in front. Fu Fu sat on the twisting car and turned around frequently.

Youfu couldn't speak, and when he looked at Lin Feng, his expression seemed like he had a lot to say.

Lin Feng didn't know what to do. It was better for the people closest to him to tell his children about the death of an old man.

Still some distance from home, Lin Feng found smoke coming from the chimney.

I quickly called my wife, and it was Xiaobao who answered the phone.

"Using it to play with mom's phone?"

"no!"

"Then how can you answer the phone so quickly?"

"Because babies are fast!"

Dabao's humming from the side said it all.

"Is mom cooking?"

"Yes, mom said she would cook at noon, dad, please come back quickly, the baby is afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

"What should I do if I'm afraid it won't taste good?"

"You can eat it if it doesn't taste good. You can't waste food."

"Oh, dad, please come back soon, mom is preparing to cook...ah, mom is calling..."

Leng Meng'an's scream could be heard through the phone, and she was probably splashed by oil.

"Go and tell mom that dad will be back to cook soon and tell her to stop cooking."

When she turned around, she heard Xiaobao say loudly, "Mom, stop it. You're terrible at cooking. Daddy will come back later and cook it himself."

Lin Feng, "..."

Lin Feng couldn't hear what was being said over there, so Xiaobao said, "Mom said, you look down on her, and she wants to prove it to you."

Lin Feng: "Huh? I don't mean that."

By the time Lin Feng got home, Leng Meng'an had already prepared the meat and vegetables, which looked very ugly.

Gooey, gooey, raw.

I probably didn't wash the pot after frying the meat dishes. The vegetables were fried very dark, and you can still see the leftovers from the previous plate.

As a family of four, plus Lucky, no one was the first to use chopsticks.

Even Xiaobao, with his mouth pursed and his face full of tangles, gradually looked at Huahua under the table.

Leng Meng'an supported it herself, "I'll taste it first... uh, it's a bit salty. It'll be fine if everyone eats more."

He tasted the vegetarian dish again and said, "This is okay, just a little bitter, nothing wrong with it."

Lin Feng explained to his wife, "My original words were, 'Go tell mom, dad will be back to cook soon and tell her to stop cooking.'"

Leng Meng'an looked at Xiaobao and said, "I just said you would never say that to me. Xiaobao, don't add your own meaning when you are on the phone next time!"

Xiaobao made a sad face and said, "Mom, I'm sorry."

Because I conveyed the wrong message, my mother insisted on cooking. Alas!

"Eat it, it's not that bad." Leng Meng'an took the lead, "Really, believe me."

It's indeed... very acceptable, I can just tolerate it and get over it.

Dabao, Xiaobao, and even Youfu drank their porridge silently, with the dishes barely touched.

Lin Feng was still very supportive, with three mouthfuls of porridge and one mouthful of vegetables.

After the three children finished eating, they quickly got down from the table and went to play.

"Husband, what should I do if there are so many dishes left?"

"You can only feed the pigs."

Leng Meng'an suddenly remembered that there was a pig at home, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a good thing we have pigs at home, otherwise it would be really difficult to handle this."

Lin Feng signaled to Huahua, "It's okay. Huahua is here to help."