The Fat Wife of the 1980s Awakens

Erbao was obviously not satisfied with this word, and he planned to teach his friends a lesson, "Do you think my dad is awesome?"

“That must be amazing!”

Guo Jiajun immediately showed his admiration, "Erbao, when can you ask your dad to take us to go fishing together?"

Erbao felt mixed emotions when he heard this, and felt that these people only thought about fish.

Thinking of the embarrassing experience of being washed away by the water last time when he failed to catch fish, his scalp went numb. He really didn't want to deal with fish again in the near future.

He forced the topic back on track and said seriously, "My dad said that if I want to be as good as him, I have to learn his skills. My dad is an absolute ace at doing housework. If I want to be as good as him, I naturally have to learn these things."

After hearing this, Guo Jiajun and the others looked at each other and thought to themselves, "You are really smart."

Erbao continued, "Of course, there are other reasons. My dad has to earn money to support the family, so my brother and I naturally have to share the housework, right?"

"What about your mother?"

Guo Jiajun chased closely.

"My mom is pregnant."

Erbao answered promptly and clearly.

"You're not going to work because you're pregnant?"

Guo Jiajun asked back.

"How can I do anything?"

Erbao seemed a little surprised, "Your mother is still working even though she's pregnant?"

"Yes, when my mother was pregnant with my brother, in addition to working, she also had to do laundry and cook when she got home," Guo Jiajun said with a bit of pride, "She took care of all the clothes for our family!"

"No, no," Erbao shook his head repeatedly, "My mom can't do this."

"What?"

Guo Jiajun was puzzled, why couldn't he do it?

Isn’t this how all the women in the village came here?

"At once……"

Erbao didn't realize that he was deeply influenced by his father. He couldn't find a suitable reason for a while. He just felt that his mother couldn't do these things, so he had to be vague, "Anyway, my mother can't do it."

"Your mother is too delicate," Guo Jiajun concluded. "She can't do anything."

Thinking of his mother who could even have the fish she caught washed away by the water, Guo Jiajun couldn't help but sigh, feeling that his mother's good fishing skills were wasted.

"My mom is spoiled," Erbao echoed, "but it's okay, my dad, my brother, and I are here to protect her!"

"My mother is still the best," Guo Jiajun said, "Although she likes to nag, looks ordinary, and is a little strong, she is capable! Like a tigress, my father said that she can do the work of two men..."

"Guo! Jia! Jun!"

As soon as Guo Jiajun finished speaking, a gnashing call suddenly sounded from behind him.

He turned around suddenly and saw his mother Liu Ying's angry face. He was so scared that he fled the scene screaming.

Liu Ying, with a dignified look on his face, chased after him with vigorous steps. It seemed that a family comedy was about to be staged...

Erbao felt that Liu Ying's footsteps were like thunder, shaking the air around him. He quickly patted his pounding chest and muttered to himself, "Nonsense, mom is the best."

When I returned home, a warm atmosphere hit me, the aroma of food filled the air, and the dinner table was already filled with carefully prepared dishes: the bright red tomatoes were like the rising sun, the golden scrambled eggs exuded an attractive luster, and the piece of premium beef generously given by sister Tian Meihua lay quietly on the plate, waiting to become the protagonist of the night.

Just when everything was ready, Xie Yi appeared at the door, tired from a day's work.

Xie Yi walked into the house and habitually went to the sink first to wash his hands carefully. Water droplets slid down the back of his broad hands, taking away the dust from the outside world.

He turned to his two sons and said, "My work schedule is always unpredictable, so I may not be able to cook for you often in the future. Therefore, the responsibility of mastering the kitchen will be handed over to you two brothers."

There was a hint of anticipation in his eyes, and it was obvious that he had already planned in his mind to teach them cooking in turns.

When Erbao heard this, he immediately perked up, patted his chest, and announced confidently: "Dad, let me do it! As long as my eldest brother is in charge of lighting the fire, everything will be fine!"

His voice was filled with excitement.

Upon hearing this, Xie Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, and the funny look of Erbao at a loss when facing a live fish last time emerged in his mind. He couldn't help but smile.

Erbao's cheeks flushed slightly. Thinking of that failed cooking experience, he snorted and retorted in a firm tone: "Dad, didn't you teach us that a man should get up where he fell? It's just cooking. I can definitely learn it!"

Xie Yi secretly praised him in his heart. He was proud of the perseverance in the child's bones, and he casually praised him: "You have ambition!"

Erbao's eyes lit up instantly, like the brightest stars in the night sky. He held his father's arm tightly, his eyes flashing with anticipation, "Dad, are you praising me?"

The joy almost overflowed from every pore of his body, causing Xie Yi to almost lose control when pouring oil into the pot, and the oil almost splashed all over himself. Although he felt a little annoyed, seeing Erbao's smug look, he still nodded reluctantly and squeezed out a "hmm".

"Hehe~"

Erbao was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. He glanced at Dabao from the corner of his eyes, and his expression seemed to be silently showing off: "Dad praised me, but not you!"

Seeing this, Dabao was helpless but said seriously: "Dad, I want to learn how to cook too!"

His tone was calm, but it contained a determination that could not be ignored.

"Why do you want to learn how to cook?"

Erbao asked back, with a matter-of-fact expression, "Why don't you just help me light the fire?"

Dabao's face was calm, but there was a trace of delicate concern in his eyes: "Because I don't trust you to do it alone."

This sentence struck Erbao directly in the heart, causing him to hum a few times in displeasure and mutter in a low voice: "I will definitely learn how to cook!"

Xie Yi's gaze stayed on Dabao for a moment. As a father, how could he not understand his sons' thoughts?

Erbao is competitive and always wants to be ahead in everything; while Dabao seems indifferent on the surface, but is actually very meticulous. He knows that Erbao has already taken on a lot of housework, so he also wants to share some of the burden with his younger brother.

Dabao never talks about these delicate emotions, but expresses them silently through practical actions.

This maturity and reserve beyond her age made Xie Yi feel both distressed and relieved.

After Xie Yi poured the oil, he pinched Dabao's face. The oil stains on his hands accidentally rubbed onto Dabao's face. Dabao touched his cheek and looked up at his father, with a look of grievance and resentment in his eyes.

"Smile," Xie Yi tried to make him happy.

Dabao was always obedient and was about to smile, but was interrupted by Erbao's words: "Dad, my eldest brother doesn't know how to smile. I've only seen him smile a few times in school."

Dabao was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to respond.