I heard my whole family are villains

Chapter 6 Neat
Even though he knew that his son was clever and would not tire himself out foolishly, Mu Yao was still unwilling.

It's one thing for a child to be clever, but it's another thing for the family to have the heart.

What can a five year old do?
After working for half a day, I can only dig a basket of wild vegetables!

Is the Mu family short of this basket of wild vegetables?
After all, he was still not worthy enough to be a father, so he couldn't fight for the same treatment as his cousin for his son.

Su Dai snorted disdainfully, "I'm afraid the rules of your family are specially set up for our second wife!"

This is the treatment a villain should have, she understands!

Mu Yao didn't refute.

The rules were established by grandfather Mu Shen when he was alive, to prevent children and grandchildren from enjoying leisure and neglecting work, and sitting and eating.

The original intention is good, but people's hearts are changeable. He has been dead for ten years, and his influence is no longer that great.

After thinking about it, Mu Yao promised, "I will find a way to separate the family as soon as possible!"

For such things as eccentricity, whoever puts it up will know.

He has endured this sour and astringent taste for more than 20 years, and he can't let his son suffer the same grievance.

"I believe you!"

After finishing speaking, the two discussed for a while about "how to quickly separate the family", and then bought some food for Nan Zai, and hurried home.

On the way, Su Dai tried to refresh her skills.

As expected, every time a wreath is made, the system will prompt: "Experience of all workers +1".

Then, more and more content appeared in my mind.

After discovering this, she happily sat on the cart and tossed about.

"is it nice?"

Su Dai pinched the newly baked dragonfly and asked.

"It's pretty," Mu Yao looked at it carefully before continuing, "It's chubby, very cute."

"It's not fat, it's cute!"

Su Dai was a little stubborn.

There is a little more grass, and the weaved dragonfly is somewhat round.

However, it is unexpectedly cute and extremely unique.

"It's really unique," Mu Yao changed his words quickly, "Nan Zai will definitely like it!"

Seeing this, Su Dai couldn't help laughing, glanced at her husband reproachfully, and complained angrily, "Can you have your own opinion?"

"Ah," Mu Yao looked over in embarrassment, "Will that make you angry?"

"Of course... yes," Su Dai looked innocent, "I just said it casually!"

Just know it!
Mu Yao complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to reveal the slightest strangeness on his face, "It's just as long as you are happy."

Hearing this, Su Dai burst out laughing, "You are wise."

After finishing speaking, he put the most beautiful garland on Mu Yao's head, and patted his head comfortingly before continuing with his hands.

When the two returned home, the sun had already set, and the meal at Mu's family was not ready yet.

"Mom, Dad, you are finally back!"

Before Su Dai entered the yard, Nan Zai rushed towards him when he heard the movement.

The next moment, she felt that there were lumps of flesh on her thighs.

"Be careful, your mother is weak and can't stand your shock," Mu Yao said, already holding his son in his arms, "Are you good at home today? Did you have enough for lunch?"

"Second," just as Mu Yao's words hit the ground, old Zhou's angry growl came from the kitchen, "What do you mean? Are you afraid that I will deduct your son's rations?"

"Mother, I see you're overthinking it again, aren't you?" Mu Yao shook his son, not feeling any weight, before continuing, "I'm afraid Nan Zai is too small and his arms and legs are short and he can't pick up the vegetables?"

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhou was immediately at a loss for words.

During lunch, she only cared about Fubao, but she really didn't pay attention to her little grandson.

"He's five years old and still can't eat? Just worry about it!"

Reluctantly snorting coldly, the old Zhou went back to his room and continued cooking. Then, there was a crackling sound, and the radish on the chopping board instantly became shattered.

Su Dai covered Nan Zai's ears and let go after making sure that he was not frightened. Then, with her eyes, she signaled the two to go back to the room.

"You two take a step first," Mu Yao put Nan Zai down, "I'll put the scooter."

After speaking, he chose a neatly colored wreath and put it on Nan Zai as well.

The family should be neat and tidy!

After realizing that he was the same as his parents, Nan Zai's unhappiness all day dissipated, and he jumped around Su Dai excitedly, his immature laughter filled the whole yard.

Fu Bao poked his head out and saw the wreath on his head.

Immediately ran over.

"Second Aunt, did you make the wreath?"

"Correct!"

Every time she sees Fu Bao, Su Dai gets very tangled, and this time is no exception.

She didn't know how to treat this child.

On the one hand, the villain said that he should treat enemies as ruthlessly as autumn wind sweeps fallen leaves, even if they are only future enemies.

On the other hand, there are countless possibilities in the future, and one should not take things for granted.

"Can I have one?"

After Fu Bao finished speaking, he smiled sweetly at Su Dai.

"Okay." Su Dai didn't care too much about something that was made up at random, and pointed to the direction Mu Yao left, "I made a lot of things, and they are all on the cart in the backyard. You can choose what you like."

"Don't be so troublesome, the one on Nan Zai's head is very good, full of pink flowers, very beautiful."

"No." After hearing this, Nan Zai hugged his head subconsciously, "This is mine, you go and choose something else!"

"Second Aunt," Fu Bao said aggrievedly, "What do you think?"

"What do I think?" Su Dai looked at her niece carefully, "You don't choose so many on the cart, but you insist on Nan Zai's head, are you sure you didn't deliberately find fault?"

At this moment, all the previous entanglements disappeared.

The villain and the protagonist are born with different positions.

Just like at this time, even though she knew that it was bad to speculate maliciously on a five-year-old child, she still couldn't help thinking the worst about him.

Thinking of this, Su Dai pouted.

Perhaps, she is indeed suitable to be a villain.

Fu Bao seemed to be frightened, he stared blankly at Su Dai, and after a while, pouted in aggrieved way, "I didn't!"

"Whether there is or not, I won't give it to you, mother, what do you think?"

"Nan Zai's things can only belong to Nan Zai!"

The conversation between the mother and son made Fu Bao feel dejected, "I really like it."

"If you like it, it's yours?" Su Dai felt that there was something wrong with the child's three views, "No matter how much you like other people's things, you can't reach out."

"Second daughter-in-law," Old Zhou noticed the commotion in the yard, and rushed out with a spatula in hand, "Auntie bullying a five-year-old niece, how shameless are you?"

Su Dai rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Where do you see me bullying? She wants the wreath on Nan Zai's head, but I don't want to give it!"

"You will give it to her if she wants it. It's just a garland, and it's not a rare thing. The second child just took three hundred Wen from me this morning."

"One yard is equal to one yard. She can choose the wreath on the cart as she pleases, but the one on Nan Zai's head is not acceptable. My son's things must belong to him!"

Su Dai's tone was very tough, and her attitude was a little impatient.

"What kind of wreath does a boy doll wear?" Old Zhou didn't want to ask directly, "Nanzai, be good, give Fu Bao the wreath, boys wearing this will make people laugh!"

(End of this chapter)