After the two husbands discussed it, the sun was about to go down. Qiao Shen went to the stove to cook dinner, and Qi Shuo bathed Xiao Changle in the yard.

Qiao Shen planned to make spicy braised wings this time, but unfortunately there are only two chicken wings, chicken legs and chicken feet, so she had to braise more lotus root dried beans.

The kid couldn’t eat spicy food, and the marinated chicken was not delicious, so Qiao Shen spread the chicken with salt and minced ginger, stuffed the chicken with spices, and then wrapped it in two layers of gauze and buried it in a tile filled with coarse salt. In the jar, make salt-baked chicken.

The smell of marinade came from the stove, the air was choking with chili, and Xiao Changle Aqiu and Aqiu sneeze. Qi Shuo mixed the warm water, took Xiao Changle and took off his clothes and wanted to put it in the tub. Xiao Changle's body trembled following Xiao Sneeze.

.Qi Shuo bent the corner of his mouth and temporarily hugged the smooth little Changle in his arms. Xiao Changle's small body was warm, like a little sun. Qi Shuo felt the delicate and tender baby fat under his big palm, and he was infinitely satisfied. . Xiao Changle's now white, tender, soft and fat appearance, where is the weak and thin shadow of the past?

"Da da...eat..." Xiao Changle began to jump out word by word, Qiao Shen talked to him every day, he listened a lot, and he started to want to express a response.

"Well, it's not alright, son." Looking at Xiao Changle's rattling mouth, Qi Shuo asked him to sit in the tub and began to wipe him with a cloth towel.

"Da da... da..." Xiao Changle's little fat hand grabbed his father's little arm.

"Well, daddy is cooking." Qi Shuo's arm muscles were tight when he rolled up his sleeves, and he felt the soft and hot palm temperature on his arm, and he gently wiped his son's belly.

."Father..." Xiao Changle actually jumped out a standard tone.

"Well, good son." Qi Shuo responded with a smile, encouraging his son to continue talking.

"Da... Dad... Eat?"

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Listening to the father and son talking with the duck, Qiao Shen smiled relievedly. He often told Qi Shuoduo to talk to his son and encouraged him to speak. Qi Shuo did a good job.

Qiao Shen wiped his hands and walked out. One on the stove was simmering, and the other was simmering, and it was all right when the time was about to start the pot.

Moved a bench and sat on the side watching Qi Shuo give his son a bath. Qiao Shen didn't mean to help his son at all. The husband and wife teased his son under the willow tree and taught him to talk.

.The first standard word in Xiaochanglehui is ‘eat’. Qiao is ashamed. He is not a particularly greedy person. He just has a family to feed, so he has spent a lot of thought on making food. And Qi Shuo is not a gluttonous person, but his son Xiao Changle is a complete snack.

The stewed meat in the stove became more and more spicy, and the person who had the smell wafting out of his mouth swallowed. It was almost ready to cook, and Qiao Shen went in and brought it out.

Qi Shuo's heart, with the deep flavor of spicy stew, eats biscuits and eats the stewed meat with lotus root and dried tofu. Qi Shuo's affirmation makes Qiao Shen full of confidence in opening a spicy stew shop.

The salt-baked chicken made by Qiao Shen has a rich flavor and a smooth skin. The chicken sucked the salt, and the taste was moderate. Peel off the salty chicken skin on the outside. The chicken inside was delicious and tempting. I tore some chicken and fed it to Xiao Changle. Xiao Changle ate it with a grin.

.The half of the chicken got into Xiao Changle's belly. Qiao was afraid that he would not sleep well at night, so Qi Shuo teased him as he walked around in the yard to digest.

Qiao Shen poured the water into the wing to take a bath, and Xiao Changle was not in the room. He was liberated. Bringing a child is too tiring. No matter what you are doing, you have to crawl on top of you next to you.

Under the moonlight, Xiao Changle groped and wandered in the yard. Qi Shuo's tall and sturdy body stood behind him, giving him a sense of security.

Xiao Changle walked to the neighborhood where a few chili peppers were planted. He squatted down with his little hands in his hands and pouting his butt. The evening breeze blew the young pepper leaves and gently swept it on Xiao Changle's face.

Xiao Changle was harassed by the itch on his face, ‘ah’ he sneezed a little, and then laughed, "Hahaha..."

.Qi Shuo was infected by his son's smile, so he squatted down, wiped his son's face with a big hand, Hu Lu gave his brain door, "Is it itchy? Son."

Xiao Changle tilted his head, avoiding his father's palm, stretched out his paw to grab the pepper leaf, and pulled down a small leaf. He took the front of his face and looked at it.

The moonlight was dim, Xiao Changle propped his thin eyelids, his eyes were so wide that he couldn't see clearly, and then he pinched the little leaf into his mouth...

Qi Shuo stopped his son from eating chili leaves, "I can't eat this. Didn't we just finish dinner?"

Xiao Changle stared blankly at the little leaf that was thrown on the ground by his father, with a loud voice, he tried to pinch it with his little finger. He pinched it for a long time, but couldn't pinch it.

So he murmured his fleshy mouth, and reached up with both hands to pull the pepper seedlings. This greedy little guy actually wanted to pull up the whole tree...

.Qi Shuo is a child-raising type, and only corrects his son in the general direction. At this moment, as long as Xiao Changle doesn't use the vegetables grown in the yard or spoil the food, he will leave it to his son.

"No, take care of your father to beat your ass." Pinching his waist and raising Xiao Changle, like a dish, he carried his son's meatballs away from the poor pepper field in the yard.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Xiao Changle kicked his short legs in the air, expressing his protest.

Until the father handed him a small wooden stick, the wooden stick was smoothed by Qi Shuo, but he was not afraid of piercing his son's delicate palm.

Xiao Changle tapped on the wooden stick, and immediately forgot to eat the pepper leaves, tapped and prodded in the yard.

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The day before returning to the village, the husband and wife took their son to the street.

."How many lords, do you look at the ready-made clothes or the materials?" The little cloth head of the cloth shop.

"Ready-to-wear? Let's take a look at the ready-to-wear first." After Qiao Shen finished speaking, he put Xiao Changle in place, and led him and Xiao Er to look at the clothes.

The hanging clothes are embroidered in rich and magnificent styles, or blue or indigo, and the color reveals the unique luster of satin. Qiao Shen is not satisfied with it.

"I bought it for the elders in the family, the color is a bit bright, I am afraid it is not suitable." Qiao Shen said to Xiao Er.

"Then look here, it's all made of cotton and linen." Xiao Butou pointed to the other side.

Qi Shuo was slightly surprised when Qiao Shen said about his elders. The elders in their family were also Qi father and Qi mother, so he asked, "Is it for my mother?"

.He thought that Qiao Shen was buying ready-made clothes for himself. Seeing Qiao Shen's response, he nodded his head. He stopped Xiao Er to take the clothes down and showed them to Qiao Shen. It’s a better fit if you do it."

Qiao Shen glanced at Qi Shuo, "It's okay, you have the final say."

The two went to look at the fabrics, and took Xiao Changle in his arms. He chose navy blue and dark cyan, and ordered four pieces of cloth for the two colors. Xiao Changle curiously grabbed the cloth in his arms.

"We Changle like it too? This is for grandma. Can Chang Le choose one for grandma?" Qiao Shen held the little regular customer and handed him his son, so that his hand could reach the cloth.

"Yes..." Xiao Changle grabbed a maroon cloth, and wanted to drag it into his arms as he pulled it, his little cheek suffocated and pulled hard.

.Qiao Shen grabbed Xiao Changle's hand and coaxed, "Okay, this one is going to be made too, let my little brother wrap it up, we will buy things in Changle, what else do you want?"

Qiao simply put his son on the ground and let him see for himself, "You pick it, and Daddy will pay you."

Watching Qiao Shen interact with his son, Qi Shuo was moved, and he felt like he was being cared for. Born as a son of man, it is natural to be filial to his parents. Xu is that Qiao Shen has never treated his parents righteously before, so today I am a little moved, right?

Finally, I also bought the white and khaki that Xiao Changle chose. Maybe children like brighter colors. Six pieces of cloth plus some thread buckle accessories. I paid for it and made an appointment to pick it up later. Only a family of three would come out. The cloth village.

.I bought lean chicken and duck meat, and planned to braise some spicy flavor for my family; Qi Shuo went to drink some wine, and Qi's father usually loved it; Qiao Shen went to Lin Fu Ji and bought some sweets for his nephews.

When he got home, Qiao Shen didn't rest, and when he entered the stove, he began to stew and make mooncakes with lotus seed paste and egg yolk. And Qi Shuo led Xiao Changle to the backyard and cultivated a small piece of land by the wall, planning to plant cabbage as well.

Our Xiao Changle was holding a small wooden stick. His father was digging the ground in front, and he poked in the back. Qi Shuo looked back and saw that he could not affect anything, so he followed him.

Under Qi Shuo's guidance, Xiao Changle held a few pepper seeds and walked to the side of the small hole his father had dug. He raised his little hand and threw the seeds in the small soil hole. Qi Shuo buried the seeds with a smile.

After planting the peppers, Qi Shuo walked to the edge of the well, washed his hands and his son, and wiped Xiao Changle's face away from the heat. .Xiao Changle squatted on the side of the small bucket, Xiao Dan patting and playing with the water, Qi Shuo squatted behind his son to protect him, accompany his son to play in the water, and enjoy the peace of this moment.

Qi Shuo picked up his son and headed to the front yard until Qiao Shen shouted for dinner. Qiao Shen set up the bowls and chopsticks and sat down to have a meal. Xiao Changle stood on the edge of the table, chatting with his father more than hand-painted: "Daddy, slap...spicy..."

Xiao Changle made a throwing motion with one hand, and then stomped the ground with his little feet. Qiao Shen was confused.

Qi Shuo bent his mouth and smiled, translating: "Chang Le just grows peppers for you, and the backyard is full."

Qiao understood deeply. He looked at Xiao Changle dancing with his hands, smiled and hugged Xiao Changle, buried his face on Xiao Changle's chest, and rubbed the baby's soft flesh, "Awesome, we can farm in Changle now." ."

.Xiao Changle quacked, showing his small white teeth, and his big smiling eyes were bent into small crescents. He stretched out his little hand and grabbed Qiao Shen's hair. His strength was not small, but it didn't hurt in the adult's senses.

"Reward my son for a big cake." Qiao Shen grabbed a large piece of steamed chicken cake for Xiao Changle, Xiao Changle especially likes to eat it, but Qiao Shen seldom makes it, stirring the egg whites is particularly laborious.

Qi Shuo looked at the smiling faces of Fulang and his son, and the food became more delicious.

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