Rebirth in the 70s: Crazy criticizing spoiled husband for being clingy

She quickly dismissed the thoughts in her mind and walked towards Wen Mubai: "I told you not to follow me."

Wen Mubai smiled and took her hand: "Nothing happened, right?"

"What could possibly happen? I was just delivering a letter. How could I expect to be eaten by someone?"

Wen Mubai obviously didn't believe it, so Tang Banxia whispered, "I'll tell you when I get back."

Wen Mubai then stopped talking about it.

"Should we go to the old house or go home?"

"Where are Tuan Tuan and Gun Gun?"

"Home, let's go home then."

"it is good."

The two went home together.

At night.

Tang Banxia then gave a brief account of the conversation he had with Song Qing today.

Wen Mubai's focus was very strange: "Song Qing said you should have died a long time ago?"

The aura around him suddenly became terrifying, as if as long as Tang Banxia said yes, he could fight against ten thousand people alone and kill Song Qing in the next second.

Tang Banxia quickly comforted him: "You are listening to her nonsense. She just wants to make me unhappy and makes up stories."

Wen Mubai was still very scared and held Tang Banxia tightly in his arms: "Wife, I should have killed her long ago."

If his wife hadn't stopped him, he would have killed Song Qing long ago.

Tang Banxia stroked his back: "Don't think too much about the unhappy things. I'm fine here, right?"

"Or do you expect me to die?"

"Wife, can you stop provoking me?"

Tang Banxia pulled his cheek and said, "Okay, you must always believe that we are firm materialists. Don't believe in those nonsense."

Wen Mubai hummed, but disagreed in his heart.

"Go to bed. You have to go to school tomorrow."

Wen Mubai closed his eyes obediently, but did not fall asleep the whole night.

Song Qing was actually reborn!

No wonder, no wonder those who were involved in the Song Qing incident didn’t even mention it.

Thinking in this way, Song Qing's foresight all have reasonable explanations.

She said her daughter-in-law would die on their first night together.

Wen Mubai didn't want to believe it, but he was always very panicked. Only when he saw his wife and felt her presence could he feel at ease.

No matter whether what Song Qing said was true or false, it must be false, it must be false.

Many days passed after that.

Tang Banxia always felt that she had forgotten something, but she never remembered it.

Until the eldest son reminded her: "Mom, when will my tiger be delivered?"

Tang Banxia slapped his head and remembered.

I had promised my eldest son to raise a tiger before, but I was too busy recently and forgot about it: "Wait a little longer, it will only be in the next few days."

Tang Tuantuan had no doubt at all and walked away happily, wandering around the yard, thinking about where to build a suitable nest for the tiger.

"Sister-in-law, do you really want to raise a tiger for Tuantuan?"

Tang Banxia gave her a look: "How is that possible?"

Not to mention whether she can afford to keep a tiger, this tiger is wild and difficult to tame. What if it escapes from prison one day?

It's not like she thinks she has too much free time and wants to find something for herself to do.

"and you..."

"Just, do you know Tiger's master?"

Zhou Wanwan: "You want to give Tuantuan a cat? Is that okay?"

"Okay, why not?"

When the time comes, she will say that it is a tiger cub, the kind that never grows up.

Tang Banxia was very active. A few days later, she brought back a fat orange cub: "Tuan Tuan, the little tiger is here."

Tang Tuantuan rushed out of the house and looked behind Tang Banxia: "Where? Where?"

Tang Banxia took out the fluffy kitten from her arms: "Dengdeng, look, a little tiger."

Tang Tuantuan: ???

"Mom, I'm not a rolling ball. You're obviously a cat."

Did he fucking treat him like a fool?

Tang Banxia said: "This is wrong. The scientific name of cat is little tiger."

"Son, you don't understand. Tigers evolved from cats. When tigers were young, they all looked like cats. Some of them grew into tigers after being fed, while others were still kittens."

Tang Tuantuan was half-believing and half-doubting what she said: "Really?"

Tang Banxia nodded righteously: "Of course it's true. We can't tame a grown-up tiger. To raise a tiger, you have to start from childhood, so that it will listen to you when it grows up."

Tang Tuantuan was fooled: "Mom, can it eat meat?"

"Of course." Tang Banxia was very sure.

Then he changed the subject: "But it's still small now. When its teeth grow, it can eat meat."

She handed the kitten to Tang Tuantuan: "This is the one you wanted to raise. From now on, it's yours. You are fully responsible for its eating, drinking, defecating and urinating."

"Also, it needs milk now, so use your daily bottle of milk to take its rations."

The little kitten stretched out its tender paws and pushed Tang Tuantuan's hand.

When the claws scratch my hands, it doesn't hurt, but it feels itchy.

The kitten's voice was tender and its fur was fluffy. Tang Tuantuan touched it and his love for it was beyond words.

"it is good."

He took the kitten, put it in his palm, and rubbed it with his cheek: "Mom, can I apply for two old clothes? I want to make a nest for it. The nest I prepared before is too big."

"of course can."

Tang Banxia went into the house, took out two pieces of clothing and gave them to Tang Tuantuan.

I watched him stuff his clothes into his pants, then put the kitten inside his shirt, then took the old clothes, spread them out in the backpack, and then put the kitten in there.

He went to the kitchen again, took a bowl, poured some leftover milk from the morning into it, and put it in the backpack.

"Mom, it doesn't drink."

"It's not hungry yet." Tang Banxia pulled her youngest son over and squatted over: "It will eat by itself when it's hungry."

The one she chose was a two-month-old kitten, the kind that could already eat on its own, so taking care of it was much easier.

"That's it."

"Will it miss its mother?"

Tang Banxia: "Yes, so you should be nice to it."

"I will."

With the cat, Tang Tuantuan no longer has to worry about the monkey all day long.

Now, whenever I have time, I will drag Wen Gungun to see the kittens.

It was a small fur ball. Not only the children, but even Xiang Qing couldn't let it go. She called it affectionately: "Mimi, Mimi, drink milk."

Tang Tuantuan emphasized: "Grandma, it's called Da Hu. It will definitely become a big tiger when it grows up."

Xiang Qing twitched her lips: "Okay, Da Hu, come and drink milk."

The little kitten has a strong ability to adapt. On the third day after arriving at the new home, it adapted well and stopped crying day and night.

When it started to explore its new home, it always wanted to climb out of the basket, and every time Tang Tuantuan saw it, he would send it back.

Then the kitten escaped from prison again, and Tang Tuantuan sent it back, and the man and the cat had a lot of fun playing together.

Seeing the little kitten grow bigger and rounder day by day, Tang Tuantuan was so happy that he kept saying all day long: "Da Hu will definitely grow up to be a big tiger."

Put pressure on the cat.

The kitten lived up to everyone's expectations. In the fourth month after coming home, he had his first meal of meat, which was saved from Tang Tuantuan's mouth.

At this time, the kitten has grown into a little chubby boy.

As the weather grew colder, its home moved from the backpack to Tang Tuantuan's bed, and gradually occupied the center of the bed.

"Mom, I want to eat meat."

"Do you want to eat it or does Dahu want to eat it?"

"It's me." Tang Tuantuan blinked her big eyes.

Tang Banxia didn't expose him: "Okay, then I'll buy it for you when mom comes back in the evening."

"Thank you, Mom."

Tang Banxia lifted his scarf to cover his mouth and nose: "Go to school."

"Goodbye, Mom."

"Goodbye, mom."

Tang Banxia also rode her bike to school.

As soon as I arrived at the school, Professor Sun called me: "Tang Banxia, ​​come with me."