My old man has a bad temper

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The two didn't say anything, they just hugged each other and felt each other's temperature, just like they usually do.

After getting bored for a while and then returning home, Mama Mao glanced at the wall clock, pretending not to see Ah Mao's swollen lips: "Wash your hands, come and help me make dumplings."

Amao said "OK".

Mama Mao's craftsmanship is excellent. The dumplings are white and plump, round and beautiful. After working for a while, the first pot of dumplings came out. Papa Mao looked at it and said, "Should I give some to Mama Gong? We have so many things."

Before Mama Mao could say anything, Ah Mao had already packed the crisper: "Then I'll deliver it!"

Mama Mao stared dumbfounded at Ah Mao running out.

Gong Ma gave a special welcome to Ah Mao, accepted the dumplings, and brought her own snacks: "Thank you Keke, Auntie made the cake. It will be ready in a while. You can also bring some home to your mother."

As he said that, he exited very quickly, not forgetting to close the door for his son and daughter-in-law before leaving.

While no one was around, Amao and Dahuang hugged each other again, and after a while, Dahuang bit Ah Mao's neck and asked, "Why are you looking for me again? Miss me?"

Amao nodded frankly: "I still want Huang Huang."

"Good boy." Da Huang kissed Amao, "Will you help with the work at home?"

"Ah."

"Call me when you're tired, and I'll help you."

Amao laughed out loud: "Then my mother will be unhappy."

Rhubarb knew this truth, he just couldn't bear to let Amao work, so he squeezed the palm of Amao: "Then don't be too tired."

"You too."

The two got tired of crooked for a while, and then separated.

When A Mao returned with the cake, Mama Mao pretended not to see the hickey on A Mao's neck.

One afternoon, Ah Mao either made a secret call, or made excuses to go out if he had something to do, and when he came back, he was either covered in dog hair or had a flushed face.

Just as the bell rang on the first day of the new year, Amao hugged his parents and ran out.

Dad Mao asked what the kid was doing?

Mama Mao said angrily: "What can you do, you don't know who his heart is now?"

Father Mao let out a "huh" and didn't speak.

"Go back to sleep." Mama Mao sighed, "Oh, I'm always with my wife, no matter how many children I have, I'm not as good as my wife."

Da Huang was waiting for Ah Mao downstairs, and Ah Mao rushed out to hug Da Huang: "Where are you going?"

"You don't know how to wear more, it's such a cold day." Da Huang said and tied the scarf around his neck to Amao, "Come on, my husband will take you to watch the fireworks."

"Fireworks? Are there any today?"

"Yes, everywhere."

Da Huang drove people to the top of the mountain in the suburbs. Looking down along the top of the mountain, the city was brightly lit, and rows of fireworks exploded, dazzling and brilliant.

Amao hugged Rhubarb in surprise: "It's beautiful!"

"Yeah." Rhubarb rubbed A Mao's head.

"Happy New Year!" Amao raised his head and kissed Rhubarb quickly, "Please take care of me in the coming year."

Rhubarb lowered his head and looked at A Mao.

The flames of the fireworks illuminated Amao's cheeks that were red with cold—it was the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen.

"En." Da Huang hugged him in his arms.

"Please take care of me next year too."