I haven't seen her for a year, but Bai Chun's treatment of her own son didn't seem to last much time. When she entered the yard at this time, Bai Ma couldn't help nagging.

Bai Chunyi looked helpless and lifted up the dishonest second child in his arms. They let them grasp their face and pick their chin: "there is hot water in the water tank. Mom, you then wash their faces. I went to eat dumplings. I haven't eaten for a day..."

Bai Ma took over the second child, washed her face with water and looked into the kitchen. She saw that the pots and kitchenware were as clean as new. Bai Chun was boiling water with a gas stove. For a moment, she didn't adapt.

Over the past few years, she always came back more than ten days earlier than Bai's father. It's just that the family is too chaotic and needs to be cleaned up. Bai Chun is as "informal" as her third uncle. Bai's mother has to clean up for many days every time. She is busy before and after the new year. When she's finished, it's time to leave for the new year

I didn't expect that my son would do housework after going out to school for the first half of the year.

After washing her face and her children hard, Bai Ma breathed a sigh of relief and held the second child on the bed for them to climb around. Bai Ma walked around the house and just couldn't find the housework she needed to worry about.

Thinking of nothing back in previous years, Bai Ma doubted her memory.

Bai's mother, who was uncomfortable all over, simply drove Bai Chun out of the kitchen, cooked underwater dumplings and busily looked for small green vegetables in the cupboard. Only then did she feel more comfortable.

When she was dazed by the fire, she heard the laughter of the second child in the master bedroom. Before Bai's mother was relieved, she saw Bai Xiaofei running over in a small cotton slipper, holding a big strawberry in each hand and running to her side: "Mom, you eat! My brother bought it."

Bai Ma took a small bite and was helpless.

My son is a little extravagant in spending money for his family

Carrying dumplings into the master bedroom, before Bai Ma said Bai Chun, she saw Bai Xiaohuan on the bed jumping and playing like a spring, eating strawberries in her hand while playing. Bai Chun looked at him. It seemed that if she didn't come, her little son could jump for at least another half an hour.

The appearance of three children loving each other made Bai Ma happy.

When the blame was swallowed into her stomach, Bai Ma came over one after another and hugged the girl who also joined the trampoline:

"Don't show off with your brother. Hurry down to dinner!"

……

The family reunion is always happy. Bai's mother doesn't care about housework. She talked to Bai Chun very late at night. She used to change her diaper in the middle of the night. The next day she was sleepy. She didn't wake up until she heard Bai Chun playing at the end of the bed. It's just that the soft mattress is too sealed. Bai's mother tried twice before she got out of bed.

The air conditioner turned off by herself before going to bed has been turned on. The room is very warm. Bai Ma played with the second child for a while. Then she got up and got out of bed and went to make breakfast.

After all, it was night last night. After looking around during the day, I knew how fierce Bai Chun spent money. Not to mention a large bag of strawberries on the table and more than ten kilograms of pork in the kitchen, but only that the new bathtub in the house and the cement floor tiles next to it haven't been dry. It seems that we can splash water in the second small school in a few days.

Bai Ma sighed and didn't say anything. She wanted to give her son a set when Bai Chun got married.

After opening the door, she was cooking in the kitchen. Before long, she heard the door clapping. It was a relative and neighbor's second aunt near the door. She said a few words about her family's routine and later made hot water. Bai Ma knew that the second wife had a new grandson. It was time to use hot water recently. She didn't say anything at the moment. She helped her carry water out and talked about her experience of taking care of children.

"It's really convenient to have a water heater..."

The idea flashed through Bai Ma's heart. After serving her three children for dinner, she found that she didn't have much work. She simply took sweater needles and wool and went to chat and knit sweaters with several women close to her.

The second child didn't come back for a year. At this time, he returned to the mountain like a suckling tiger. He ran around with his third uncle and a group of children. He didn't come home until he had dinner.

They say they still wet the bed. In fact, they are about three years old. They hold milk bottles all day. In order to save money, they have no milk powder for them.

While chatting happily, Bai Ma saw a beautiful little girl come and sit in a group of big girls' daughters-in-law, flattering herself intentionally or unintentionally. When she asked, it was Marissa, who had listened to it many times on the phone. She knew that she was coming to take the route of parents and make an idea for her son.

But last night, she already knew what her son thought, and Bai Ma didn't tell. When she didn't know the identity of the other party and was thinking about how to solve it, she saw LAN Xiaoyun who had just come back for two or three days, and suddenly had a headache.

His son always looks good. The two little girls don't know what's wrong now. They stare at Bai Chun with an iron heart. Bai's mother secretly scolds Bai Chun for dealing with it for herself, and tentatively asks LAN Xiaoyun about their making friends outside and their blind date at home.

"People outside are unreliable and far away from home. I still think it's better to be close to home. If I want to have an emotional foundation near home, I think it's good for white people. I haven't known others for a few days. It's not good to get married..." Lan Xiaoyun indicated his intention and pointed out at the same time.

Several big girls and daughter-in-law eat melons one after another, and the soul of gossip is burning.

Bai Chun lives on the top of Ping mountain and LAN Xiaoyun lives on the hillside of Ping mountain. Naturally, it's close.

Originally, she didn't want to come back so early, but on the phone at home, I heard that Marissa pestered Bai Chun every day and lived in the same hospital with a single man and a few women. If she wasn't next to her uncle, she couldn't go home at night. She couldn't sit still. Looking at the group photo of Yunna in Bai Chun's circle of friends, she thought about Bai Chun's current appearance and the things he made money. The more she thought about it, the more unwilling she became.

Today, LAN Xiaoyun still remembers that morning when he got up and suddenly saw the tremor of the photos of Bai Chun's circle of friends. Bai chunai ignored them for half a year, which is much better than licking the dog around him in those days.

Seeing the change in LAN Xiaoyun's expression, Bai's mother smiled and said, "it's not normal for LAN Xiaoyun to have a partner in this society now? Da Bai found one at school. I don't get involved in his young child's affairs. Look at his own ideas..."

LAN Xiaoyun's eyes were dim, so he had to ask, "aunt, what's Dabai doing now? I'll play with him."

"I've been stuffy in the house early in the morning. I said I wanted to see materials and make videos. I can't understand it. I can't play with their children. I'm annoyed when I talk too much. This broken child..."

LAN Xiaoyun immediately stood up: "you are busy, aunt. I'll go to play with Dabai..."

……

Bai Chun is really busy. At present, it is another test period.

Refused the signing of P station. There is no normal recommendation. If you want to accumulate results, making video is a good way.

It's not Bai Chun who doesn't sign a special contract. He really doesn't want to drink poison to quench his thirst.

In the novel circle, generally only sign works but not people. If you like to change jobs, you can change jobs. Basically no one cares. There are few shameless websites like Jinjiang, which are scolded by the author all day.

But in the live broadcasting circle, Jinjiang is a conscience. A pile of live broadcasting platforms are shameless one by one, and all kinds of lower limits are refreshed