Why not hang yourself on the southeast tree

Chapter 163: Mountain Eagle: Fledgling Complex (6)

On a very cold day, a family of three was happily eating a string of red candied haws, each holding a string of candied haws.

While walking, it became a scenery in the eyes of passers-by.

Song Qian patted his son's calf from time to time, telling him to be careful when eating and not to spill the food on his head.

Song Zijin looked around and had no time to pay attention to this. His chin was covered with rock sugar residue. Fortunately, his mother had the foresight to dress him in a bright black down jacket, so it was not noticeable even if it was dirty.

Lin Xiaorou doesn't like to spend money recklessly, except to satisfy her appetite.

Whenever she came across a snack stand along the way, she would squeeze in to take a look and taste the food.

If it doesn’t taste good, she will turn around and leave. If it tastes good, she will buy a big bag and then hang it on her husband’s arm.

Anyway, there are several empty cabinets in the RV, and there is plenty of space left in the refrigerator.

After walking only fifty meters or so in the market, Song Qian became a personal shelf, full of hanging goods. He glanced to the other end and roughly estimated that he had only walked one-fifth of the way. Wow.

The little guy who was originally sitting on one shoulder is now riding directly on his father's neck, with one dangling leg hanging from one shoulder, and his hands are around his father's head.

Perhaps it was because he took good care of himself, Song Qian's face, apart from the square edges and a slightly dark complexion, had a full and shiny forehead and cheeks, and slightly bulging temples. At first glance, he looked like a skilled martial artist; you really couldn't tell that he was almost fifty years old.

Speaking of black, the year he retired from the army, he was as black as Bao Zheng...

It is said that he was the most sun-resistant member of the action group he was in. The other brothers were all very dark. They would lie in ambush in the grass at night. With their big white smiles, they could scare away all the wandering ghosts, snakes, insects, rats and ants in the wild.

After so many years of careful care, he finally recovered to his normal appearance.

Lin Xiaorou used up a lot of her facial masks, and she had to use two at a time to cover her big square face.

[Oh, Dad, women are so scary! Women with money in their cards are even scarier! ]

Song Zijin sucked the stick of the candied haws cleanly with reluctance, staring at the back of the cheerful woman in front of him and expressing his emotion.

[Who said it wasn't true... You kid, make more money when you grow up, otherwise, the woman you marry in the future will be too constrained to live her life.]

When Song Qian heard his son's complaint, he was startled.

I have to talk to Xiaorou later and ask my son to do some work on his emotional intelligence. Otherwise, it will be difficult for him to find a wife if he is too straight.

A man’s responsibility is to let his wife go shopping boldly and happily. Otherwise, what’s the point of working so hard to earn money?

If Song Zijin knew this, he would definitely roll his eyes: Dad, I'm only eight years old, isn't it too early for you to worry about me? !

When Lin Xiaorou returned again, carrying two huge bags of rice bubbles, she found that there was no place left to hang them on her husband, and then she shrugged her nose in disappointment.

[Hey, sorry, husband, I sold it too cheaply, I couldn't resist! Besides, these are all things we didn't eat when we were kids. Look at this, I just watched the boss turn it from rice to rice bubbles, it's sweet, try it!]

Lin Xiaorou seemed not to notice the small black claws stretched straight in front of her from above her head, and just stuffed a hollow rice bubble into her husband's mouth.

[Click——]

[Well, it’s still hot, not bad, very fragrant, and tastes like rice. We bought it in the countryside when we got married. It was five yuan for a big bag, which could last for a long time. In a blink of an eye, I haven’t eaten it for many years...]

Song Qian made a loud noise and quickly swallowed the foot-long rice bubble. Not surprisingly, he found that Xiaorou's eyes were red.

Oh, woman, a woman made of water.

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her smooth forehead.

Song Zijin quickly covered his eyes, his fingers spread very wide!

Song Qian lowered his head, Lin Xiaorou raised her head, and a lot of rock sugar residue fell from Song Qian's head...

((‵□′))

[Song Zijin, get down here!!!]

Song Qian gritted his teeth and blurted out word by word. This brat really dared to shit on my head!!!

Lin Xiaorou grabbed his neck, tiptoed to carry her son down, and then helped clean the dense rock sugar on his head.

[Uh, honey, the sugar has melted. You'd better take a hot shower. Otherwise, it will flow into your neck and make you even more uncomfortable...]

Lin Xiaorou glared at her son. His chest was also reflecting light, with marks all over it...

【Hurry up, get back on the car! 】

Song Qian stretched out his long legs and walked in front to lead the way. The villagers who were coming towards him were intimidated by his mighty and domineering aura and all tried to give way to him.

There were many curious fellow villagers gathered in front of the RV, but when they saw the family of three get in the car, no one followed them to take a look.

Although several car-loving men were itching to do so, they couldn't bring themselves to do it.

There is a bathroom in the car, but the water tank has limited reserve, so they can't flush water as freely as they can at home. The father and son quickly took off all their clothes and went into the bathroom together.

Lin Xiaorou pulled all the curtains and then began to clean up the various food bags piled on the table.

The sound of water splashing could be heard in the bathroom, as well as a few crisp and loud slaps, neither light nor heavy.

It was obvious that the son was beaten.

Live it!

Calm down!

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【Ah——】

Eh?! I feel like I just woke up and missed a billion! Why do I smell roasted sweet potatoes?

Xiaorou, dear Xiaorou, look at me, I’m hungry!

Lin Xiaorou felt a lump in her throat when she heard Phantom's cry. The little guy stared straight at the three roasted sweet potatoes wrapped in newspaper in her hand. There seemed to be hooks in his eyes, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

However, I still have to ask, it's so small, it would be terrible if you get an upset stomach if you eat it.

[Honey, can Phantom eat baked sweet potatoes? ! ]

Song Qian was blowing soap bubbles on his head when he vaguely heard the sound and was completely confused.

[Dad, Mom asked if you can give Phantom some roasted sweet potatoes!!!]

Standing at his feet with her neck stretched out, Song Zijin, who was showered by the water bouncing off his tall and strong body, wiped her face, grinned, and repeated her mother's words.

[Hmm, it's edible! I'll give you half at most. That little thing eats a lot of things and its farts are really smelly!]

When Lin Xiaorou heard this, she immediately changed her mind, turned on the heater in the car and closed all the windows tightly. Three sweet potatoes are equivalent to thirty stinky farts. No way!!!

ヽ(≧□≦)ノ

[Let me see what else I can feed it. Sweet potatoes won't do, absolutely not... Well, meat patties are OK, they are thin and chewy, taste good, and have a generous amount of meat filling.]

【Ah——】

Sure, sure, give me the meat pie!

I opened my sharp mouth wide, wishing I could bite the birdcage that was in the way into pieces.

The sound of sharp objects rubbing against metal was so loud that even the father and son, who were enjoying a warm bath, couldn't help but get goose bumps all over their bodies...