A widower's entertainment

Chapter 34 [The widower’s second love]

Decheng, Chunfeng Lane,

Although Lin Youcheng no longer has to sweep the streets, he still gets up early to buy breakfast on the street.

Now that conditions are better, Lin Youcheng will naturally not think about making breakfast for his children early in the morning. Even after many years, there are very few young people opening breakfast restaurants because they can’t get up.

Lin Youcheng carried the hot fried dough sticks buns and ran all the way home without delay, so he could get up early to exercise.

Although Lin Youcheng has been working hard these days, it is not without any benefits. He now feels that his arm strength has improved a lot, and his arm muscles seem to be firmer.

There was no way anyone could make him hold the baby from time to time all day long. At first, his arms were easily sore and he couldn't hold him. Now he feels that his arm strength can temporarily hold the two siblings Lin Zhaohuan and Lin Zhaole at the same time——

Well, I still have a frail middle-aged body.

Lin Youcheng feels that he should exercise some time when he has time in the future. Of course, Lin Youcheng is still busy taking care of his children at the moment.

"Good morning, good morning!"

Everyone he met on the street would greet Lin Youcheng. There was no way Lin Youcheng was a celebrity in Chunfeng Alley. He was a writer that reporters came to interview.

That's right, Lin Youcheng was an intellectual who wrote articles in newspapers.

Even editors from Jincheng came to Lin Youcheng.

In fact, for Lin Youcheng, he was actually a little embarrassed because Dong Zhao came all the way from Jincheng. Although they chatted about literature and love in literature, he couldn't spend time with him. Because he still has to take care of the children.

Dong Zhao told Lin Youcheng not to worry about it, because he also had friends in Decheng, and he just happened to go to see them.

When Lin Youcheng returned home, his sensible eldest daughter Lin Zhaoxi had already gotten up and took Lin Zhaoqing and Lin Zhaomei to wash their faces.

“Dad, what’s the filling of today’s buns?”

Lin Zhaoqing ran over and asked as he hurried to eat the buns.

"Cabbage stuffing."

Lin Zhaoqing smiled and said: "Dad, you are so kind. I like eating stuffed cabbage."

Hearing Lin Zhaoqing's words, Lin Youcheng couldn't help but smile and said, "Eat quickly."

"Xi'er, come and eat while it's hot."

"Ok."

Lin Zhaoxi helped Lin Zhaomei tie her braids and came over to eat steamed buns.

Just when Lin Youcheng was about to nibble on the buns, the crying little ancestor Lin Zhaole started again.

Lin Youcheng had no choice but to put down the buns in his hands and hurried to see Lin Zhaole and picked up Lin Zhaole. When he saw Lin Zhaohuan getting up on his own and asking him to hold him, he couldn't spare any time and could only coax Lin Zhaohuan and said: "Huanhuan, Wait a minute, daddy will hug you later."

After saying that, Lin Youcheng was busy checking Lin Zhaole's diaper. When he saw that he had peed, he went to change Lin Zhaole's diaper.

Lin Zhaohuan, who was sitting on the bed, saw that Lin Youcheng was only hugging his little brother and not himself. He didn't know whether he felt aggrieved or felt uncomfortable somewhere, so he pursed his lips and started crying.

Hearing Lin Zhaohuan's cry, Lin Youcheng's head suddenly got big, but he could only finish changing Lin Zhaole's diaper before going over to comfort the other little ancestor.

"Dad, we are going to school."

After breakfast, Lin Zhaoxi took Lin Zhaoqing and Lin Zhaomei, prepared to go out, and spoke to Lin Youcheng.

Lin Youcheng didn't even raise his head when he heard this. He just replied, "Be safe on the road and go home early after school."

"Got it, Dad."

Lin Zhaoxi looked back and saw Lin Youcheng, who was coaxing Lin Zhaohuan. She felt that her father was very lucky now, but she felt that if she could, she hoped that his father could continue like this and not go back to the past, because a father like this is really hard. Very good.    She likes her current father very much.

Lin Youcheng didn't know what Lin Zhaoxi was thinking. All he could think about now was hoping that the little ancestor Lin Zhaohuan in front of him would stop crying.

He always thought that Lin Zhaole, the youngest, was a crybaby, but he didn't expect Lin Zhaohuan to cry so hard.

He kept crying, which really made his head hurt, but it was obvious that the little ancestor was not easy to give face to him, and he threw away all the rattles Lin Youcheng was holding to coax her.

Obviously, the little ancestor doesn't like this.

Four-year-old Lin Zhaoman was sitting upright on a stool munching on steamed buns. He saw the rattle falling in front of him and glanced at Lin Zhaohuan who was crying non-stop. His little eyes were full of doubts. He blinked and stared straight at it. Lin Zhaohuan.

Lin Zhaohuan looked at Lin Zhaoman with his small eyes, and then looked at the buns in Lin Zhaoman's hand. He forgot to cry for a moment, stretched out his little fleshy hand, pointed at Lin Zhaoman, and said in a crying voice: "Baos!"

"..."

Even if I cry, I don’t want to forget to eat.

Sure enough, he is the little ancestor.

Hearing what Lin Zhaohuan said, Lin Youcheng hurriedly took the buns to Lin Zhaohuan.

When Lin Zhaohuan started chewing the buns, he gradually stopped crying, but tears were still clearly visible on his face.

Looking at Lin Zhaohuan who was sobbing and chewing steamed buns in front of him, Lin Youcheng felt a little funny again.

Although Lin Zhaohuan didn't cry anymore, he didn't have time to rest and had to heat some milk for Lin Zhaole. After these little carrot heads were full and full, Lin Youcheng had time to eat the buns he bought.

The steamed buns were already cold, but Lin Youcheng didn't dislike it at all and ate the cold steamed buns with big mouthfuls.

I shouldn't say eating, but stuffing it into his mouth. He was also so hungry that he never had time to eat.

This morning it was really chaotic, just like a war.

However, no matter how chaotic the war was, Lin Youcheng still did what he said to these carrots before and worked hard to get them to eat steamed buns.

As a father, he still did not break his promise to his children.

And Lin Zhaoxi, who is now sensible, will not say that he does not eat steamed buns because he is worried about not having enough money.

Lin Youcheng looked back and glanced at Lin Zhaohuan, who was playing with Lin Zhaoman, and then at Lin Zhaole, who was sitting in the cradle and playing with a rattle.

All his troubles seemed worth it.

So good.

After finishing all this work, Lin Youcheng walked to the Eight Immortals table and sat down. The child's buns and milk were ready, and he was about to start his new love.

Dong Zhaodu came from Jincheng to urge him to have a second child, so how could Lin Youcheng not be interested? Besides, he, the beloved arsonist, also wanted to make the fire he started more vigorous.

Now Lin Youcheng, the beloved arsonist, has begun to climb the grid and continue to write the new arson crime love story.

There are more than one kinds of flowers in spring, so there are also more than one ways to commit arson.

Although it is still a love story, it is a different arson crime method.

It was very quiet in the yard. The children were playing by themselves and the rattle kept playing. Lin Youcheng kept writing at his desk. On the first page, there was a line clearly written at the beginning -

The Devotion of Suspect X.

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