After a few simple chats, Wei Xiangqian was obviously unable to let go, so Jian Qingtong mercifully let him go, and before leaving, he forcibly put a salted duck egg marinated by Grandma Jian for him.

The young man smiled as if he had won the lottery, and ran away with a bright face.

Jian Qingtong packed up the leftover food and touched the small bowl of egg custard to make sure it was not hot. Then she walked to the room and woke up the sleeping little girl to eat.

As soon as the little dumpling opened his eyes, he smiled sweetly at her, like a little angel with his own healing halo, and he was caught off guard with a bloody look on her face.

"Why are you so cute!"

Jian Qingtong buried her head and sucked, making the little dumplings giggle.

After making trouble for a while, Jian Qingtong touched the child's back and the sweat faded, so she lifted the thick blanket and put on a coat, humming the old nursery rhyme softly:

"Little Swallow, wear flowery clothes, every spring Come here..." The

little dumpling dishonestly supported her shoulders and stood up, her two little feet kept jumping, yah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, the mouth draws a circle to the ground, means to want to sit on the sweeper to play .

Jian Qingtong didn't want to chase after the child to feed, but Quan Dang couldn't understand, so the chicken and duck said a few words and took the child to the bathroom.

"Hush--"

Jian Qingtong taught the little guy to pee, and whistled intimately to cheer him up.

The little girl turned her head to look at her curiously, and stretched out her chubby little paws to grab her mouth.

Jian Qingtong dodged left and right in frustration, and after thinking about it, she stood up and turned on the faucet, and the water flowed into the washbasin. This movement must be on the right track, right?

As a result, when the little girl saw the water, her hands and feet fluttered more happily, and she leaned out to play in the water.

Jian Qingtong hurriedly hugged her, breaking out in a cold sweat, almost scared out of a heart attack.

Is it so dangerous to hold a baby? Tired.

Confirming that the little guy has no intention of being inconvenient for the time being, Jian Qingtong didn't force her to wash her hands before taking her back to eat.

The egg custard is very tender, dripping with soy sauce and sesame oil, and the aroma is fragrant.

The little girl's appetite was suddenly hooked, and she reached out to grab the spoon, and the words kept coming out of her mouth:

"Rice, rice, eat, ah, eggs."

Jian Qingtong felt obliged to teach the children to speak, and scooped up a spoonful of egg custard to blow Blowing, he said in a melodious tone,

"Today, we will have egg custard for lunch."

Tang Guo held the venue and clapped his hands, opened his mouth and waited for him to be fed.

Although Jian Qingtong is still nervous about feeding this time, she is always worried that the spoon will scratch the delicate mouth of the baby, or that the egg custard will choke the air pipe or something, but overall she is quite proficient.

Tang Guo's child has just been weaned, and has not been tired of eating the salty egg custard. He is very enthusiastic about eating and has a high degree of cooperation.

After eating a small bowl of egg custard without risk, Jian Qingtong touched the baby's soft belly and asked uncertainly,

"Are you full?"

Tang Guo waved her arms without stopping, and repeated "eat" .

"Let's eat so much first, eating less and more meals is good for health."

Jian Qingtong said to himself, trying to recall the content of the baby feeding part of the book he had read.

There seems to be an old saying that, 70% full and 30% cold, radish and cabbage are safe?

I always thought it was weird, maybe she remembered it wrong?

Anyway, it’s not good to eat too much. When I look back, I can drink milk powder and eat biscuits.

Jian Qingtong quickly made up her mind, picked up the little guy and put it in the basket on top of the sweeper to swirl around to digest food. She hurried to wash the dishes.

Without a dishwasher, it feels like washing dishes has become a burden.

"Well, wow—" The

little guy outside burst into tears, and the unsuspecting Jian Qingtong almost dropped his hand and threw the bowl.

"What's the matter? Knocked?"

Jian Qingtong took off her gloves and trotted out, turned off the sweeper, and picked up the teary doll who was about to hug her with two small arms.

"Smelly, stinky." The

little doll protested with her little butt twisted.

Jian Qingtong: ... After

dealing with the smelly dumplings, a long time has passed.

Jian Qingtong would not be angry with a child. She was just not used to the smell on her body, so she gave herself another battle bath, and then saved up a pile of clothes to wash.

There is no water heater at home, so if you want to take a hot bath, you have to burn it now. Where can Jian Qingtong take care of so much, set the walking route of the sweeper, put the little dumpling aside and watch with good eyes, and took a cold shower.

By the time she shivered and washed out the foam of the shower gel, the little dumpling impatiently tried to "break out", and her small body was already hanging on the edge of the basket.

"How did you climb up, did the monkey change?"

Jian Qingtong hurriedly took the little guy off, thinking that she was probably gifted, and she might be a good rock climber in the future, conquering the world's first peak.

The little dumpling shouted, raised her arms in protest at her, and twisted her body towards the shower with energy.

Jian Qingtong was hit several times on the face, but it didn't hurt much, but she was a little embarrassed to hide, and it was more difficult to restrain her instinct to fight back.

Especially when her hair was inadvertently pulled, she almost hit the little thing with a backhand. When she reacted, she was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat, and the shower just now was in vain!

Jian Qingtong came out in fear and hugged the little dumpling who had escaped the disaster, left this place of right and wrong, stuffed her with the milk bottle, and redeemed her wet hair.

Alas, housewife is really not so easy to do, Bao Ma is really amazing.

Jian Qingtong wiped her hair and twisted it up in a mess. Looking at the little dumpling who had just finished excretion and drank most of the bottle of milk, she suddenly remembered if she had to burp her milk?

She looked at her hands uncertainly, and at the soft little doll, not too daring to do anything.

Forget it, bite the bullet, your child's health is important.

Jian Qingtong embraced the little doll who was supporting her, and patted the child's little vest tentatively.

no response.

Not strong enough? Focus again?

Jian Qingtong increased her strength and patted it again, and the little baby cried out again, not knowing whether it was painful or frightening.

"Bad, hit!" The

little doll twisted her body in her arms and complained, crying loudly and deafeningly.

Jian Qingtong coaxed the child with her head, thinking that this would be considered ventilation, right?

The little dumpling was tired from crying, and fell asleep in her arms without warning.

Jian Qingtong wiped the sweat from her forehead and felt that watching the child for a while was more tiring than fighting zombies all day.

Jian Qingtong calmed down, picked up the sleeping little guy and sent it back to the room to sleep. Who knew she was awake again when she moved!

Okay, I slept a lot during the day, and I'm afraid I'll make a noise at night and won't sleep, so let's play.

Jian Qingtong solved it by himself and tried his best to play with him.

Children over one year old are energetic and curious, and they will not stop for a moment.

Jian Qingtong was exhausted physically and mentally from the torment, and felt that she was ten years older.

From the bride to the mother, she completed the identity change between the two in just one day, and she felt deeply.

She shuddered at the thought of going around the children's pot in the days to come, without the slightest bit of personal time!

Be sure to hire a nanny, she can pay for it herself, otherwise it will be impossible to live.

"Oops, I'm going to be late!"

Jian Qingtong was so distracted by the small dumplings that she didn't even hear the alarm that was specially set on the laptop. When she realized that the sun was in the west, it was already late.

Before there was time to prepare carefully, Jian Qingtong made a simple back basket with old clothes, tied the small dumpling to her body, and hurriedly rode her bicycle out.

"How do I get to Hongqi Commune?"

Seeing the guard from a distance, Jian Qingtong didn't slow down, and asked loudly for directions while riding on the car.

The guard clearly still had an impression of her, so he pointed it out:

"Go ahead and turn to the highway, and go all the way to the east."

"Thank you!"

Jian Qingtong rode over like a gust of wind, and vaguely heard someone talking in a low voice behind him:

"That's it. Tang Ying's daughter-in-law? I heard that she is from the country and can ride a bicycle?"

"How can Tang Yan Wang be so good at it? It's not that the family does not enter the house! Are you rushing to pick up the child? He is still tied up. With one, it's not easy to be a stepmother, tsk tsk."

Jian Qingtong didn't take the gossip of passers-by to heart, and only hurrying on the road.

At this time, the Internet is not developed, and road monitoring is not popular. If a child encounters a human trafficker, it will be a big problem, and it may not be found again in this life.

"Guoguo, don't make trouble, let's go pick up my brother."

For Jian Qingtong, who was only about 1.6 meters tall, it was not comfortable to ride. Fortunately, she has long legs and can barely sit on the seat with her toes on the pedals.

Jian Qingtong's legs were about to turn into hot wheels, the wind was blowing in his ears, and he couldn't wear his hat at all.

She looked down at the little guy in front of her distractedly. The little dumpling was huddled in the big coat, and the wind couldn't blow it. She snuggled up to her and didn't move for a long time. Maybe she fell asleep?

Jian Qingtong uneasy raised his left hand and reached into the clothes to touch the child, a soft little hand held it up, and the little dumpling giggled playfully.

Jian Qingtong raised her fingers to tease her, and she took out her hand and patted it soothingly outside:

"Dear, play for a while, it's coming soon."

Although the road is built of loess, it is compacted and flat, and it hasn't rained in the past two days. The mottled rut marks left by the muddy ride are not too strenuous or bumpy to ride.

On the side of the road, there were already twos and threes of parents and children who were picking up their children from school. Some were riding bicycles, some were walking, and they all looked at them curiously.

Jian Qingtong took a deep breath and accelerated again. Against the direction of the pedestrian, he found the kindergarten smoothly. There were not many people at the door.

"Tang Jun!"

Jian Qingtong saw the little boy standing beside the teacher with his head lowered at a glance, shouted to him, turned over the handbrake and got out of the car, and stopped in front of them.

"I'm sorry teacher, I'm late, I've caused you trouble, I'll pick you up on time tomorrow. Tang Jun, goodbye to the teacher, we're going home."

Tang Jun looked up at her, then turned to look at the teacher, and immediately lowered his head again , did not say a word, of course did not move.

"Tang Jun?"

Jian Qingtong was a little embarrassed and explained to the teacher in a good voice.

"The child may be a little recognizable. I just got married to his father. I came here yesterday. I only met the child once. He may not remember me."

Then he squeezed a smile at Tang Jun, put up the bicycle, and squatted down to lift it up. The coat covering the front reveals the small dumplings inside.

"Look, I brought my sister to pick you up." The

little dumpling rolled his big eyes, and when he recognized his brother, he shouted happily "brother, brother", as if he had never seen his own brother in eight lifetimes.

"I remember you."

Tang Jun took a quick look, whispered a word, then lowered his head, as if he had made a mistake and admitted punishment.

"What's wrong with your face?"

Twilight was like blood, Jian Qingtong noticed the strangeness on the little boy's face, raised his little face gently with both hands, frowned and looked carefully.

The corner of his mouth was broken, and there was a wound on his forehead. The wound was bleeding with blood, and there was dirt mixed in it, which looked terrible.

Jian Qingtong's brows furrowed even tighter, and he checked the little hand that the child was carrying behind his back, which was not to be seen.

She gritted her teeth, trying not to let her anger go to her head.

Now is not the time to be stupid, she must seek justice for her child!

The teacher watched with a cold eye, as if confirming her identity or attitude, and now she spoke slowly:

"Tang Jun's parents, right? Your child has just been transferred to our kindergarten a few days ago, and he fought with his classmates and made trouble, you go back. Take care of it!"