Farmer's wife: Xianggong, if you are sick

Chapter 250 Warm Maternal Love

Song Yaomei raised her head, looked at the chubby little hand, smiled and took a bite of the pastry he handed over.

Seeing Dabao standing outside the house looking in with the takraw ball in his arms, watching them drooling while eating the cakes, he beckoned to him.

Dabao is here.

Song Yaomei asked: "Want to eat?"

Dabao nodded.

"Then you have to tell me, you skipped class, does your mother know?"

Mrs. Li is a shrewd person. It's impossible for her to have no idea when they left home for so many days without any news.

Dabao scratched his head.

Song Yaomei probably knew about it.

I didn't force him to say, "Dan'er, you should hurry up and eat pastries and go play! But you can only play for half an hour at most, after eating and avoiding the high temperature at noon."

All three children looked very excited.

Song Yaomei saw that Da Ya was also so excited, so she smiled and said, "Our Da Ya also likes Cuju?"

The big girl shook her head, "Mom, I just watched my brother play with my uncle, and I also feel very happy."

Happiness is indeed contagious.

Li Shi was also infected by this emotion.

After eating the pastries, the children went to play.

Mrs. Li asked: "Sister Yao, where have you been all these days?"

Song Yaomei smiled and said: "Mother, we just went to buy some goods and prepare to open the cloth pile. Because it rained heavily there suddenly, so the road was blocked, so we came back a bit late, and later met The officers and soldiers came to the rescue, and only then did the letter come back."

This statement was agreed upon by Song Yaomei and Li Sanlang, including the person who delivered the letter.

Seeing that the smiles on the faces of the two people did not seem to be fake, and adding that the person who delivered the letter said the same thing that day, she was relieved, but said: "It's fine at home now, don't worry about it." It hurts the root for money."

Song Yaomei took Li Shi's hand, "Mother, we all know about it, but we didn't expect it to rain suddenly."

Song Yaomei stuck out her tongue playfully, and coquettishly said to Li Shi, "Mother, I'm hungry."

Seeing the thin face of her son and daughter-in-law, Mrs. Li felt distressed again.

Get up quickly, "Mom, let's cook now."

Mrs. Li left, Li Sanlang hugged Song Yaomei and looked at the children playing in the yard, his heart was full of happiness.

The two were watching the two children having fun, but they heard Wang's rough voice from a long distance away.

"Song Dabao, come out for me, if you dare to skip class for me again, come out for me."

Mrs. Li just walked to the door of the kitchen and saw Mrs. Wang coming over with a cane.

"Auntie, I'm sorry, the child is so skinny. I saw the tiger in the village today. Otherwise, I thought Dabao was obediently studying in class. I'm causing trouble for auntie."

Dabao is hiding behind Li Dan holding the sepak takraw ball.

Mrs. Li said bitterly: "I spent so much money to train you, and you still play with me all day long. Are you worthy of the ancestors of the Song family, and your parents?"

Speaking of which, the cane is about to hit.

Dabao ran and hid.

"Mother, I know I'm wrong, mother, I really know I'm wrong."

Wang followed and ran to the front of Song Yaomei.

Ouch, "Sister Yao, when did you guys come back?"

Song Yaomei smiled and said, "I just got home!"

Wang said angrily: "Dabao, why didn't you notify us when your sister came back? These three brothers and sisters haven't seen you for a long time, and they miss you very much."

After the words fell, Song Yaomei felt a ripple in her heart.

I don't know if her Baozi Niang has been bullied again.

Her father, is his leg in good condition?

Seeing Song Yaomei's complexion was not good, Wang immediately realized something.

"Yaomei, the brothers and sisters are all fine, don't worry."

Tears flashed from the corners of Song Yaomei's eyes, she smiled again and said, "Thank you, auntie, for taking care of me."

Wang's face was embarrassed for a moment, and then he became a little more confident.

"What did you say, sister Yao? We are all family."

Mrs. Li also came over, "Since her eldest aunt is here, why don't you just have dinner at home before leaving!"

Mrs. Wang shook her head, "No, auntie, there are a lot of things at home, and now it's time to transplant rice seedlings. It can't be such a waste of time."

As he spoke, he lightly spanked Dabao's ass with the cane, "You play with Dan'er well, mother will go back first, and don't forget to go to the village head's house after dinner. I see that Huzi is better than you There are many."

Huzi is the son of Niu Erlang.

To be honest, Song Yaomei had seen Huzi before, and felt that Huzi was much better than his father.

It doesn't look like Niu Erlang's child.

When Mrs. Wang left, she deliberately glanced at Li Sanlang.

Song Yaomei moved slightly, holding Li Sanlang's hand, trying to comfort him.

Although Wang's actions are not very good, but what he said is very correct.

Reading is indeed a very useful thing.

Because she hadn't been home for a long time, Song Yaomei planned to go to the room to tidy up while she was not having lunch.

By the way, try to test Li Sanlang's idea.

When I got to the room, I saw the neatly folded quilts, the unstained furniture, and the soft mats that had already been laid.

Song Yaomei pounced on her, smelling the warm sunshine on the quilt, feeling her whole body was surrounded by love.

She sat obliquely on the bed, sideways.

Supporting it with one hand, stretched out the index finger of the other hand, and hooked it.

Li Sanlang looked at her foxy shape, bent down and pressed her very low.

"Miss, it's not good in broad daylight!"

"What's wrong?" She tugged at the skirt of his chest with provocative eyes.

Li Sanlang lowered his body, brushed his lips against her son's, and watched her little face turn red little by little, "Lady, I'll go to my mother-in-law's house later, okay?"

Song Yaomei's face was so red that it could bleed.

How could she not know what this man meant?
Wild ~ war.

Damn, one misstep will cause eternal hatred.

We could only hear the sound of rattan balls bumping outside, beating each other's hearts one after another.

Song Yaomei turned sideways and ran out like a little fox.

But when he was leaving, he kissed Li Sanlang on the cheek.

She took out a book from the cabinet, and there was no dust on it.

There is also the smell of warm sunshine on it.

Song Yaomei guessed that Mrs. Li probably stood at the door while drying her books, anticipating their return.

Li Sanlang hugged her from behind, slipped his hand over hers, and stroked the book.

"Lady, I will read books at home from now on, and I will definitely let you live a good life."

Song Yaomei raised her face and smiled.

Song Yaomei turned around and leaned against the table.

"Sanggong, why do you feel no pressure when I become the patriarch?"

Seeing that Li Sanlang had a straight face, his expression was a little gloomy, Song Yaomei's heart sank and she looked into his eyes.

But he said with a serious face: "Miss, please take care of me."

Then there was a big smile on his face, his mouth puffed out, and he made a super cute look, "From now on, I will be responsible for fighting Niangzi's happiness, okay?"

(End of this chapter)