"You are terrible!"
"Look, you made the child cry."
Shen Xue shot Chen Yang an exasperated look. Seeing her little daughter looking wronged, the mother could only hand over the cotton candy she had just bought to her daughter.
"Oh, don't cry, don't cry, Yanyan, be good. Ignore that stinky dad."
Shen Xue used the cotton candy to coax the little one, and she finally stopped crying.
Chen Yang watched his daughter pouting and eating cotton candy with her back to him, and the old man felt a sense of mischief.
Isn't having children just for fun?
That's about all a father gets out of it, this little bit of mischievous pleasure.
Chen Hao glanced at Chen Yang, then carefully cupped his hands to protect his cotton candy, and then suddenly sped up the pace at which his little chubby hands were plucking cotton candy and stuffing it into his mouth.
Well, this one is protective of their food.
"Boss, another cotton candy for my wife."
The old man curled his lips. It's just one cotton candy, and it doesn't even taste good.
If it weren't for teasing his daughter, he wouldn't even bother eating it.
The boss looked at Chen Yang, thinking, "What an unreliable dad." But business that comes to his door is business, and he wished Chen Yang would snatch the child's cotton candy a few more times.
As the saying goes, when you think the child is not in danger, the greatest danger actually comes from their father. Sudan Novel Network.
Men, as a species, can sometimes have peculiar thought processes, especially when taking care of children. They always find new ways to challenge the parent-child relationship.
Shen Xue was also used to Chen Yang teasing the two little ones from time to time. She knew her husband definitely loved their children deep down, but he just liked to tease them sometimes.
How could children handle being teased? Of course, they would cry.
"I passed by the food factory earlier and cut two pounds of fatty pork belly. I'll make some braised pork today to celebrate National Day."
Shen Xue lifted a large piece of pork belly hanging from a straw rope on her bicycle handlebar, and Chen Hao's eyes immediately widened.
"Mommy, I want braised pork with quail eggs, it's so delicious."
The little one stopped eating his cotton candy and seriously offered his suggestion as a foodie.
Chen Yang glanced at his son. Last time, his father-in-law had gone to the reeds by the river and found a nest of quail eggs. He had put a few in the braised pork that day, and this little guy remembered the dish after eating it.
If you were to mention anything else, Chen Hao might forget it in two days. But if you mentioned something delicious, this little guy would remember it clearly, no matter how long ago it was.
It was quite miraculous.
"Alright then, we'll use half of it for braised pork. But quail eggs are hard to find. I'll ask your grandpa later."
Shen Xue dotingly stroked her son's small head. The little guy had visibly plumped up in the past few months, looking even more adorable with his chubby face.
"Then let's go home and ask Grandpa to get us quail eggs."
Chen Hao was so happy that he even forgot about his cotton candy and eagerly started to climb onto the donkey cart.
"You stinky kid, I'll take you to the reeds by the river to look for quail eggs later."
"But these things are hard to find. If we can't find them, we'll just have your grandma put in a few chicken eggs."
Since his son had made a request, Chen Yang couldn't refuse.
"But before that, we need to get your pants."
Chen Yang patted his son's little backside. He didn't want to be peed on again.
"Daddy, I want to eat fish, braised fish."
As soon as she heard Chen Yang was going to the river, the little girl toddled over. In such a short time, she had already forgotten about her dad snatching her cotton candy.
"Okay, okay, I'll satisfy both of you."
Chen Yang thought for a moment. He would have to put in some effort this time. One wanted quail eggs, and the other wanted fish.
Having two little foodies at home, the father was wearing himself out.
They took the two little ones to Liang Hongfang's tailor shop. She had already altered the pants.
Chen Yang had mentioned that he would pick them up later, so she prioritized his order, pushing other work aside. Sewing an elastic waistband wasn't a big hassle.
"Haohao, get your aunt to sew an elastic band on these pants you're wearing."
Chen Yang patted his son's little backside. The little guy was a bit embarrassed.
A child over two years old already knew to feel shy and didn't want to be bare-bottomed in public.
"Over here, little man, come here. Auntie will set up a curtain for you, and you can change into a pair of altered pants."
Liang Hongfang looked at the shy Chen Hao, covered her mouth, and pretended to set up a curtain with a piece of cloth. Only then did the little guy, still bare-bottomed, change into a pair of pants.
Liang Hongfang took Chen Hao's discarded pants and, stepping on the sewing machine pedal, quickly sewed on the elastic waistband.
For three pairs of pants, the elastic band cost eight fen, and sewing them cost two fen, totaling only thirty fen.
"Son, how is it? Is it easier to take off your pants now?"
Chen Yang pulled at them. The elasticity was just right. The little guy could pull them down easily. Honestly, Liang Hongfang's craftsmanship was quite good.
Tailors in those days truly offered custom tailoring, fitting perfectly.
"Daddy, I promise I won't pee on your head next time."
Chen Hao looked at Chen Yang and said seriously. The old man's face instantly darkened.
Shen Xue watched the lively father and son and almost burst out laughing.
After getting the pants, the family of four slowly headed home from the county town. Unlike the National Day celebrations in later generations, where shops and streets were adorned with bright national flags,
In those days, fabric was still a planned commodity, so it was impossible to hang national flags everywhere. However, the joy on people's faces was irrepressible.
Especially in the countryside. It was heard that the old village chief was planning to invite a troupe to perform in the village for National Day. Everyone was happy.
This year, Shenjiaba Village had earned some money from fishing, so they were much better off than in previous years and were willing to pool some money to invite a troupe.
Shenjiaba was a poor village, and the other villages in Shenjia Brigade were not much better off. They hadn't been able to afford to invite a troupe for many years.
Chen Yang hummed a tune as he drove the donkey cart. The two little ones lay on the cart, looking up at the sky, their legs crossed, chewing on popcorn.
On both sides of the dirt road, most of the early rice fields had already been harvested. Occasionally, they passed a late rice field, its golden stalks nearing harvest season.
Looking at his two carefree little cubs, Chen Yang suddenly recalled a song by a certain handsome guy surnamed Zhou who loved bubble tea in his previous life.
"Don't cry, let the fireflies fly away, rural songs will always be our reliance, go home, return to the original beauty."
This was truly beautiful.
Or was it? They were going to catch fish and find bird nests later. Thinking of this, the old man felt a pang of guilt.
What if he couldn't catch fish or find bird nests later? Would it affect his image as a tall, mighty father in the eyes of his two little ones?
If all else failed, he could go back to the city and see if they sold any? A fisherman who came back empty-handed but bought a fish wouldn't be ashamed.
How could a father's efforts to please his children be considered shameful!