Little wealth

The sun was setting, and the sun had moved over. There was no sun in the small courtyard, and it was shady.

Two old hens are outside the yard, and there is a path in front of the door. The big yellow dog squats in front of the door, staring at the path outside the door with a pair of triangular eyes, and the two old hens running to the opposite side of the path.In the inner yard, father and son, one big and one small, are sitting and eating face to face around the table.

On the table was a pot of boiled vegetables and pickled radishes, as well as a large pot of porridge.

The bowl on the table was bigger than Xiaowa'er's face, and Xiaowa buried her face in the bowl, holding a wooden spoon in her hand, and was just scooping the rice into her mouth.Zhao He glanced at his son, who was buried in the rice, and put a vegetable into his son's bowl with the chopsticks in his hand.

The little baby looked at the extra vegetables in the bowl, wrinkled his little nose, and wanted to fish them away.

"Eat it." Zhao He glanced at his son and saw through his little tricks.

Zhao Nian looked up at his father, and reluctantly took the vegetables into his mouth, and ate them into his mouth.The cheeks on both sides are bulging, like the little squirrel hiding food in its mouth on the mountain.

There is also a boiled egg with a shell on it. Others’ eggs are saved and sold for money, and their eggs are kept for their own consumption.

Zhao He glanced at his son who obediently ate the vegetables, picked up the egg and cracked it open, peeled off the shell, and inside was a white and tender egg.The man put the whole egg into his son's bowl and said two words, "Eat it."

He has been busy taking care of Fu Lang these two days, and he has never been out of the house. There are only a few vegetables and radishes left at home, and there is nothing special to eat.These two chickens don't lay eggs very much these days, and the two eggs cooked today are already the last two eggs in the house.

Thinking of the husband who woke up in the house, looking haggard after a long illness, the man thought in his heart that when he was free tomorrow, he would go to the town to buy some meat and come back.

The little boy broke the egg into two halves with a spoon, compared them, and scooped the larger half into Daddy's bowl, pursing his mouth and showing a reserved smile to his father, "Eat it, Daddy."

"Eat by yourself, little thing." Zhao He put the eggs in the bowl to his son's bowl, finally showing a little smile on his face.

"Father."

"Eat, don't talk."

"Oh."

Looking at the eggs that were put back into his bowl, the little baby finally ate the egg yolk that he liked, and returned the white white to his father.

This little baby is young, and he doesn't know where he got so much persistence.

Seeing the smashed eggs in the bowl, Zhao He didn't have anything to dislike, and ate the porridge with a snort.In the end, he poured the porridge and vegetables that were specially reserved into the dog bowl, called "Ah Huang", and put the dog bowl at the door of the kitchen.

The big yellow dog at the door heard the sound, turned his head and glanced back, ran back with small steps, and buried his head in his own basin to eat.

"Father, it's over."

"Well, let's go play."

Waiting for his son to finish the last two mouthfuls of rice in the bowl, Zhao He put away the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and took them into the sink in the kitchen to wash.

Xiao Wa'er squatted there watching Ah Huang eat, Da Huang took a bite of his meal, and glanced at the little master.

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The man who entered the kitchen seemed to have thought of something, put the bowls and chopsticks in the basin, then left the small kitchen, striding into another room.

The full-fledged little baby followed behind his father with a swollen belly, walking like a duckling, and giggled happily as he walked, as if he was following his father. Walking behind is a lot of fun.

But his father had already strode away, and he was still lagging behind and chasing after him.

Zhao He entered the room, holding an empty bowl in his hand, and was talking to Fu Lang, "There is a bowl of porridge left for you in the kitchen, you can eat it later when you are hungry." The porridge cooked for Fu Lang was specially prepared. He didn't even give his son the one with sugar and eggs.

Fu Lang's illness is still not healed, and he needs to eat something good.

"Well, have you eaten yet?"

"Ate."

"I want to go out and sit outside."

"...Well, I'll help you down."

The man was silent for a moment before helping him out of bed.

With the help of the man, Josh got out of bed. The man helped him put on the shoes on his feet. He was helped out by the man. As soon as he went outside, he saw the little baby lying beside the door.

The little baby looked at him with a pair of timid eyes, and called him "Em".

"Just sit here." Zhao He pulled a chair with a backrest over, and helped Fu Lang to sit down.

"Okay." Josh subconsciously wanted to thank the other party, but thinking about their relationship with each other, and the original body seemed not to be so polite to her husband, in order to avoid letting the other party see any problems, he only I was able to choke back the thank you that I almost wanted to say.

"You stay here, don't run around." Zhao He reached out and patted his son's head, telling his son to accompany Fu Lang outside, and he went into the small kitchen to wash the dishes.

When Josh saw the man go into the kitchen, he was short. He thought he was too tall, and the door of the small kitchen was a bit short for the man.

As soon as he turned around, he met a pair of bright black eyes and a dirty little face. There was a little hope in those big eyes looking at him, but also a little timid and afraid to go forward.

"Mum..." Xiaowaer has a temperament that forgets to eat but not to fight. In the past, Dad was busy doing carpentry work and had no time to take care of him, so even if Eminem doesn't like him anymore, this is the closest thing in his life. people.

"Well, come here." Josh knew that this was the original son. He was more than one year old and less than two years old. His facial features were very similar to his mother's. His nose and eyes were small and beautiful. He was a very good-looking boy. child.

It may be that there is no adult to take care of it these two days, the child's face is dirty, and the black and white eyes are particularly bright on the dirty little face.

In memory, because Yuan Bo didn't like her husband, she didn't like the child she gave birth to very much either.Perhaps it was because the original body was good and sometimes bad to the child, the child was a little timid when seeing him, wanted to get close but didn't dare to get close, but wanted to be close to him very much.

Because he was an orphan since he was a child, Josh could understand the feeling of not being liked.The child in front of him is the person who has the most direct blood relationship with this body, and he is born with a kind of blood closeness, so the first time he saw this child, he liked this child from the bottom of his heart.

So for such a small, well-behaved child, Josh couldn't bear to push him away.Since you don't love this child, let me help you take care of him and help you love him!

"Who combed your hair?" Josh pulled the child to his chest and half hugged him. Seeing that the small cloth bag on the child's head seemed to be unraveled at any time, he tied the cloth on the child's head The little bun was untied.

"Father." The child answered him in a crisp voice.

Sure enough, he guessed right, a flash of clarity flashed in Josh's heart, imagining in his mind the picture of the man braiding his son's pigtails with his thick hands, he immediately felt a little joy.

Because of his illness these two days, the child is taken care of by his own father, who probably seldom does this kind of work, so he doesn't comb the child's hair very well. A few, but also very unstable.

"Don't move, I'll comb your hair." There was no comb at hand, so Josh used his hand as a comb, with five fingers spread out, to comb the little yellow hairs on the top of the child's head with his fingers.

Probably because of poor nutrition since childhood, the child's hair is dry and yellow, limp, very soft, and difficult to comb. No wonder the child's father can't comb the child's hair well.If it weren't for his many years of experience combing the hair of the little sisters in the orphanage, he certainly wouldn't know how to comb the few yellow hairs on the top of Bai Jian's son.

In the blink of an eye, Josh helped the little baby tie a firm bun, and tied a bow on the back of the bun, perfect!

"Em~" Zhao Xiaonian touched his head with his hand, his black eyes were shining.

"Don't touch it, it's very beautiful." Josh expressed his satisfaction with his masterpiece, but if this dirty little face is washed clean, it will be more perfect.Thinking that the child will take a bath later, why don't you wash your face together when you take a bath later?

It's just that this body has no strength at all, and I don't know if it's because he's been lying on the bed for too long, or because he's just here, and he's still a bit unfamiliar with controlling this body, and he always feels that this body doesn't obey orders.

Seeing that there were several small chairs beside him, Josh asked the child to move a chair to sit beside him.

"slim Shady."

"Ok?"

The little baby moved a chair obediently, and sat beside Eminem, with a happy smile on her little face, her two feet dangling, and peeking at Eminem next to her with her small eyes from time to time, There was a sneaky smile on the small face, and the eyes were crooked like crescent moons.

Josh noticed that his son was shaking his feet and giggling, so he smiled and shook his head in his heart~