The Fat Wife of the 1980s Awakens

The mother smiled from ear to ear and hurried forward to hug her beloved babies one by one: "Hey, my precious grandchildren, come and let grandma take a good look at you."

Xu Xiufang took on the role of narrator at the right time, pointing to her father and saying, "Children, this is grandpa, come and call him grandpa."

Afterwards, she introduced the children to their father one by one. Thanks to the photos sent in advance, Father Xu was no stranger to the three little ones. He was all smiles and greeted them one by one happily. The air was filled with a warm atmosphere.

And when Xie Yi took the initiative to call out without waiting for the introduction: "Dad, Mom!"

At that moment, my mother's enthusiastic response was like a spring breeze: "Hey, you must be exhausted after sitting in the car for so long. The room is ready. Go wash up and take a rest. Do you hear me?"

"Okay, thank you, Mom."

Xie Yi's smile was full of warmth and gratitude.

On this side, Xu Hengwen had an expression of watching a good show on his face, which made Zhou Lijuan pat him lightly with curiosity: "What kind of excitement are you going to watch?"

Xu Hengwen leaned close to Zhou Lijuan's ear mysteriously and said, "Just wait and see. My dad loves my sister so much that when she was little, he would be gloomy all day if any boy touched her. If anyone dared to kiss her, my dad would definitely come to the door with a knife to argue. This guy married Xiufang without my dad's consent. I'll teach him a lesson!"

Zhou Lijuan wanted to refute, but in the end she was intrigued by the image of the strict father described by Xu Hengwen. She waited intently for this so-called "test".

However, to everyone's surprise, Father Xu said to Xie Yi gently, "Thank you for your hard work on this journey."

Xie Yi smiled and responded: "It's not hard, this is what I should do."

Father Xu patted Xie Yi's shoulder gently, which was a transmission of trust and encouragement. Xu Hengwen's eyes widened and he could hardly believe his eyes.

This change stems from Mr. Xu's deep desire for his daughter's happiness.

When Xu Xiufang stood in front of him with full happiness, the joy from the inside out was more convincing than any words, proving Xie Yi's careful care for her.

The slight dissatisfaction in Mr. Shen's heart disappeared instantly after witnessing his daughter's happiness, and was replaced by gratitude and recognition towards Xie Yi.

Father Xu turned his gaze to Xiaoyun. The child's demeanor was exactly the replica of young Xu Xiufang, which softened the heart of this father who always treated his daughter like a treasure.

He slowly squatted down and asked softly, "Xiao Yun, can you let grandpa hug you?"

Unexpectedly, Xiaoyun answered firmly: "No!"

Instead of getting angry, Mr. Xu patiently asked, "Why?"

"Because Daddy said that no one except Daddy and my brother can hold Xiaoyun."

Xiaoyun answered seriously, then remembered what her uncle once said about grandpa not being considered "others", and added: "Grandpa is not considered "others" either!"

Father Xu suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Xie Yi was also stunned for a moment, thinking: It sounds like I deliberately didn't let grandpa hug me!

Out of a strong desire to survive, Xie Yi immediately clarified: "Xiao Yun, Daddy refers to other men, of course Grandpa doesn't count, you can let Grandpa hold you!"

Xiaoyun looked at her father in confusion, "Then can Grandpa kiss Xiaoyun too?"

Under the scrutinizing gaze of Mr. Xu, Xie Yi cleared his throat again: "...Okay."

So, Xiaoyun stretched out her little hand obediently, and grandpa's heart was completely melted at that moment, and he happily picked up Xiaoyun.

"You react pretty quickly!"

Xu Xiufang playfully bumped Xie Yi's elbow, with a teasing gleam in her eyes.

Xie Yi smiled bitterly helplessly, feeling both angry and amused at his wife's gloating expression.

At this time, next to Mr. and Mrs. Shen, there was an elegant and well-maintained middle-aged woman holding a sleeping one-year-old boy in her arms. Zhou Lijuan hurriedly stepped forward to introduce: "Xiufang, this is my mother, and my son Pengpeng. Mom, this is my sister-in-law."

Xu Xiufang took the lead and greeted politely: "Hello, Auntie."

These scenes, like a series of warm paintings, slowly unfolded at the doorstep of the Xu family. Each stroke contains the inseparable emotions among family members and their beautiful vision for the future.

The woman glanced at her slightly from the corner of her eye. There was a hint of scrutiny in that subtle movement. Then, she just lowered her head slightly and moved her chin insignificantly as a response.

Then, she once again immersed herself in the comfort of the little life in her arms. Her concentration and tenderness seemed to create an atmosphere of tranquility around her that could not be disturbed, and her attitude revealed a hint of coldness that was difficult to approach in this silence.

Xu Xiufang raised her eyebrows slightly, and that subtle change in expression concealed a bit of surprise and amusement, as if she had discovered some interesting secret in this unintentional action.

Zhou Lijuan sensed the subtle change in the atmosphere, and a barely perceptible blush appeared on her cheeks. She whispered those two words, almost close to her throat: "Mom..."

The voice was as thin as a candle flame swaying in the wind, full of anxiety and expectation.

But then, Zhou's mother's low rebuke was like a bucket of cold water, completely extinguishing this expectation: "Stop making trouble, Pengpeng is sleeping!"

There was an unquestionable determination in his words, like an invisible wall that blocked out all the noise and interruptions.

Zhou Lijuan had a bitter smile on her face, with an apologetic light flashing in her eyes. She turned to Xu Xiufang, her voice full of apology: "Xiufang, I'm so sorry, look, Pengpeng is sleeping soundly..."

Xu Hengwen stood aside, feeling the subtle embarrassment, and patted Zhou Lijuan on the shoulder gently. A trace of guilt unconsciously emerged on his face, as if he was expressing a silent apology on behalf of the entire family.

But Xu Xiufang defuses the awkward atmosphere with a warm smile: "It's okay, I understand."

Her eyes were gentle and deep, and they met her mother's gaze in the air. A complex emotion flashed across her mother's eyes, and she shook her head gently at her without making any expression. It was a tacit understanding that only belonged to mother and daughter, and they could understand each other's deep meaning without words.

At this time, Xu Xiaoyu was alone outside the door, struggling to carry his luggage. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, and every breath seemed particularly heavy. "You guys, are you still chatting outside?"

There was a hint of weakness in his words, but more of a tired expectation.

Mother Shen was playing with the children in the house. When she heard her youngest son's question, she frowned and said with a hint of reproach: "It's so tiring to move these things. Can you be more capable?"

In the eyes of a mother, there is always a special strictness and expectation.

Xu Xiaoyu couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: Maybe, I really am the picked-up child in the legend.

At this moment, Xu Xiufang's voice came like a spring breeze: "Come on, come on, I'll help my brother!"

Her smile was as bright as the sun, instantly melting the chill in Xu Xiaoyu's heart.