Sir, why is your painting style so normal?

Chapter 1 A puddle of urine from my own son early in the morning
Zhao Miaomiao was woken up by her son urinating.

The instigator bit his finger, his stomach rose and fell, and he slept soundly, without being affected at all!

Zhao Miaomiao laughed angrily and stretched out her index finger to poke his chubby little face.

The little fat pier, who was disturbed in his sleep, waved his fat hand and patted it, moved his little butt, turned around, and continued to sleep again.

Zhao Miaomiao looked at his fluffy little head: "Hey...you really look like a piggy!"

"Oh! Little Fatty..." Chen Shouxing rolled and jumped up.

Zhao Miaomiao blinked and saw that the middle of his man's pants was wet, and gloated: "Hahahahahaha..."

Chen Shouxing: "..."

Daughter-in-law!Dear son!What can I do?
Of course, he went up to bite the two daughter-in-laws hard, and after being hit by the daughter-in-law a few times, he got out of bed contentedly and went to light the lamp and change clothes.

Then I took out a pair of pants from the box and put them on for my youngest son, "Daughter-in-law, hold Fatty."

Zhao Miaomiao took over the fat son, and the little fat man's clothes were changed, but he just pouted, changed his position and continued to sleep.

After scrubbing the bed mats clean, after such a toss, the sky has gradually dawned, and the couple have no intention of going back to sleep again.

The sound of "squeak, squeak, squeak" door opening was heard one after another outside the house. It should be that people are getting up to make morning meals.

Chen Shouxing added a little water to the inkstone, twisted the ink spindle and started spinning it gently.

Zhao Miaomiao sat cross-legged across the kang table, embroidering a round fan that was unfinished yesterday.

After the ink was ground, Chen Shouxing picked up the brush and dipped it in, and began to copy the book, thinking that his wife's face cream was almost used up, and it was time to add another box.

He blew the ink on the page he had just copied and put it aside to press it down with a ruler. He glanced across from his wife, who was embroidering a handkerchief quickly with stitches, and her eyes softened.

In the past, he was an illiterate man who only knew how to farm and do hard labor. Now he can read and write letters only because of his wife.

Tired from embroidery for a long time, Zhao Miaomiao stopped her needlework, looked up at her handsome husband, saw him writing smoothly and neatly, and nodded in satisfaction.

——I have good eyesight!
Unlike her late great-grandmother, her great-grandmother was originally the maidservant of an official family lady. She was beautiful, not only literate, but also good at embroidery.

If it hadn't been for the protector, who fell off the carriage and became crippled, she would not have married her great-grandfather who couldn't read a word and got dizzy when he saw the words.

Her brothers, uncles, and grandpas all resembled her great-grandfather very much, they fainted when they saw words, and none of them were promising.

On the contrary, all the girls in her Zhao family can read a few words. Although not everyone is a good female star, they all have a skill.

The smell of early morning meals gradually drifted into the room from the window.

The little fat man on the bed moved his nose and his long eyelashes trembled slightly. After a while, he opened his round eyes and turned his black eyes back and forth to look around.

"Niao~" The one and a half-year-old chubby stretched out his hands to her in a childish voice, begging for a hug.

Zhao Miaomiao casually put the tuanfan needlework in the basket, put her son on her lap, nodded his little nose, "Wake up."

The little fat pier sniffed his nose, and the saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, "Niao, Fanfan..."

"Okay, okay! Eat, eat, eat!" Zhao Miaomiao wiped the drool that was about to drip on her son's clothes.

Seeing him waving his fat hands to urge him, he rubbed his fleshy little face angrily, "You look like a little piggy who can eat and sleep like this, but who is it like?"

Chen Shouxing grinned, put down the pen in his hand, picked up the little chubby pier and weighed it lightly, "You're getting fat again."

Zhao Miaomiao nodded and smiled, "I feel a lot heavier when I hold it."

The little fat man blinked his round eyes with an innocent look on his face, and after a while he pouted and murmured aggrievedly, "Fanfan, stuffed~"

Chen Shouxing went out and fetched a basin of water from the kitchen, "Sister-in-law Si made breakfast."

As her name suggests, the fourth sister-in-law, Fatty Li, has two sons with her fourth brother, Chen Shoushan. The eldest son, Jinbao, is nine years old and is the grandson of Chen's parents. The younger son, Yinbao, is four years old this year.

Fatty Li looked left and right to make sure there was no one around, quickly opened the steamer, took out a fist-sized bun, blew on it, and stuffed it into her mouth.

This is her petty skill. When cooking, she secretly made each bun a little smaller. There was no difference with the naked eye. The extra bun made from the saved dough naturally belonged to her.

Fatty Li smiled triumphantly, and took another big bite of the cornbread.

"Fourth sister-in-law, is Xiaopangdun's corn porridge ready?"

"Ahem... It's okay, okay." Fatty Li patted her chest, and hurriedly stuffed the bun into her clothes to hide it.

He murmured softly, "The fifth younger sibling doesn't make any noise when walking! She... probably didn't see it... didn't see it." Fatty Li kept looking at her secretly with small eyes.

"..." Zhao Miaomiao twitched the corner of her mouth, filled up the corn porridge, picked up the bowl and left quickly. If she didn't leave, she would have to laugh out loud.

There are few people in the Chen family who don't know about the fourth sister-in-law's secret eating. After all, it's fine if she bumps into her once or twice, but if she does it too much, it won't attract everyone's attention. In other words, the fourth sister-in-law thinks she's hiding it well and is complacent.

Little Fatty was very obedient when he ate. He opened his mouth obediently after one bite and waited for the second bite. It didn't take long for the small bowl of corn porridge to bottom out.

"Father, mother!"

It was her eldest son, Ruirui, who was four and a half years old this year, with a white and fat face, his hair was shaved to the point of a lump on the top of his head, tied with a red string to form a small bun, and he was neatly dressed.

Zhao Miaomiao responded and asked, "Did you wash up yet?"

Ruirui nodded with his little head, holding the low bench with both hands, walked to sit next to the little fat pier, stretched out his finger and poked his cheeks bulging from eating.

The little chubby boy turned his head in slow motion, and murmured in a vague voice, "Giggle~"

After Zhao Miaomiao fed the last mouthful of porridge and went out with the bowl, the two brothers were already playing together, and giggles came from the room.

　Note: The weight in the article is 16 taels per pound and 37.3 grams per tael.

　　
　
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