Fortunately, Zheng Lin arrived in time and washed it with the dumplings covered with cow dung without any disgust. He also said a lot of good things to Sang Ye for her, but finally the slap was not allowed to fall on the little guy's white and tender butt.

But although the little guy was washed away by his father and turned back to the fragrant white dumplings before, Sang Ye always felt that she had a smell of cow shit on her body. In short, she was so disgusted that she would not let her go to the backyard again.

She was afraid that next time the fat girl would not use cow shit to make her face, but would directly grab her and stuff her into her mouth.

I couldn't go to the backyard to stroll, and the dumplings were very less fun. Fortunately, there was a lively and clingy snow group, who was very caring to accompany the little shoveler to make fun of her. He ran around chasing her shadow, which made the little guy's giggle never stop.

Mangye was lying lazily on the soft rattan chair. Seeing Tangyuaner busy pressing the snow ball into the basin, she wanted to bathe the snow ball with ash on her belly and limbs, she was helpless and funny: "Tangyuaner, put the snow ball soon. If you bathe it now, it will be frozen. Tomorrow, my mother will help you wash it when the sun is too big at noon."

The sun in September is no longer in a state of fire. You have to wear a jacket in the morning and evening to avoid being cold. You can stand in the sun for half an hour at noon and feel a little dry.

"Miwu-Miwu-" The snow ball, whose claws were already wet, seemed to understand the words of Mulberry Leaf. The claws grabbed the edge of the basin more desperately, and whimpered in their mouths, but refused to submit.

If I hadn't been worried that Tangyuan would be scratched, I would have cut his nails short and smoothed them the day after Xuetuan arrived at Zheng's house. As for Tangyuan's struggle, the exposed skin would have been bleeding long ago.

"Mom, wash, wash." Tang Yuan'er couldn't understand her mother's words, so she would not prevent her from asking for help from her. Seeing that Xue Tuan refused to take a shower, she couldn't help but blushed in a hurry, stretched out her empty claws and signaled her mother to come and help.

Mang Ye had no choice but to get up and walk forward, but it was the snow-savage group who saved the water and fire that made meow and let the little pitiful girl scream.

"Mom, no, no..." Looking at the snow group running away, Tang Yuan'er almost cried anxiously, and her two round big eyes stared at her mother to show her unhappiness.

"Okay, okay, your father is coming back, and my mother will stew you a fragrant fish soup at noon." Mang Ye pointed at the tip of his daughter's little nose, and was reluctant to beat and scold, so he could only promise delicious food to block the mouth of this foodie.

Recently, Zheng Lin was idle and often went to the river to catch fish. After the little guy was weaned, he fell in love with delicious fish soup. Every time he had fish soup, he could eat one-third more rice than usual.

The foodie is very sensitive to words like eating. When he hears the word "fish soup", his round little face shows a cute smile: "Fish, eat."

"Well, your father will definitely catch a big fish and come back to eat it for you later." Sang Ye held his fat daughter's fat little hand and sat on a rattan chair together, telling her stories while waiting for the fish.

Not long after, Zheng Lin came back with three or four big fish weighing five or six pounds. Tangyuaner cheered, clapped his hands and met him, and kept saying "Fish, fish, fish..."

"Meow, Meow, Meow." At this time, the snow ball came out of nowhere, swung its clever tail around the big fish, and occasionally stretched out its claws to hook it.

This person and a cat fully exert the instinct of foodies.

"I'm lucky today, and I've caught big fish!" Mang Ye said happily, especially among these four fish, there is the fat-headed fish she likes to eat recently.

The fish head of the fat head fish is used to stew tofu, which is an absolute delicacy. A while ago, mulberry leaves had a great morning sickness and vomited almost whatever they eat, and they lost a lot of weight all of them all at once. Recently, I haven’t vomited recently, so I fell in love with eating fish, especially fish head tofu. I haven’t felt tired of eating it for several days.

"Take the fat-headed fish with you later, let's go and see your father-in-law." Zheng Lin said, touching his daughter's little head and deliberately bringing the fish to her. Seeing that the little guy looked disgusted, he waved his little hands to avoid it, and couldn't help laughing.

When Sang Ye heard this, he hurriedly asked, "Didn't you go see it the day before yesterday? Is there something wrong?"

"No, don't think about it. It was the second brother who came back from writing a letter. I just met my elder brother on the road. The elder brother said." Zheng Lin sat down and explained, then hung four big fish high on the wall to avoid being harmed by the snow group inadvertently: "There was another letter less than a month since the second brother's previous letter. I guessed that there should be a result in treatment."

Sang Ye was not happy and worried: "I don't know what the result was. When I sent the letter back last time, my mother cried on us."

The medicine was too fierce and delayed for so many years, almost cutting off my second brother's fertility. If the doctor hadn't said there was a glimmer of hope, my mother would have hated herself to death. I just didn't know if there was any good news coming back from this letter.

Zheng Lin comforted, "Don't worry, the capital city has a cloud of holy hands, and has been obsessed with medical skills all his life. If a person fails to do anything, they will definitely try their best."

Mang Ye sighed: "I hope so."
Chapter completed!