Seven Hundred and Fifty-Five Zhuangzhuang's True Meaning of Life

Han Qixiu had no doubts about Shen Jiao's drug use, he just thought it was due to Yajiro's overwork that night. He probably checked the surrounding environment of the room. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, Han Qixiu put his arms around Shen Jiao and fell asleep again.

In the morning, Han Qixiu asked the strong little boy to wake him up. He wanted to put his arms around his delicate daughter-in-law and sleep for a while, but the little son, whose biological clock was abnormally punctual, rolled to the end of the bed and was holding his big feet with relish. nibbling it!

Han Qixiu looked at his younger son with a funny look, and then glanced at his wet feet. The younger son had grown a little tooth, and he even let him gnaw a bit of the skin of his feet.

"Boy, you don't think you have athlete's foot!"

Han Qixiu withdrew his foot and flicked it on his strong fleshy nose. When he saw the eldest son who frowned and disliked him, he couldn't help but flicked him, and received a small white eye from Yuanyuan, looking like Shen Jiao.

Without the delicious feet, Zhuangzhuang flattened his mouth in grievance, reached out and scratched a few times, empty, continued to pick up his feet and gnaw, and a pleasant breakfast starts from the feet!

Han Qixiu knew that the two sons were hungry. Yuanyuan Zhuangzhuang woke up every morning to have a meal of milk. From birth to the present, Han Qixiu held the two little pigs to relieve their urination, then carried them back to the kang and put them on the sink. Beside Jiao, she opened Shen Jiao's clothes for her son and let them breastfeed by themselves.

In the morning, most of the milk was from Shen Jiao's breast milk, and then they ate porridge and steamed buns. Yuanyuan Zhuangzhuang skillfully found the location of their rations, and sucked one by one.

But the two little ones blushed and sweated on their foreheads, and not a single drop of milk came out. Yuanyuan was calm, but Zhuangzhuang couldn't bear it anymore. He pouted his butt and sucked hard, but still nothing.

Zhuangzhuang flattened his mouth in grievance, looked at Han Qixiu eagerly, opened his mouth and said the second word of his life: "Eat..."

Well, our Zhuangzhuang children's shoes are indeed open to life, and they understand the true meaning of life at a young age - eating and playing!

Yuanyuan stopped smoking and looked at Han Qixiu quietly, as if asking, "Did you eat my breakfast?"

Inexplicably, Han Qixiu felt a little guilty. He subconsciously recalled the fiery heat last night. After confirming that he did not steal his son's rations, he answered confidently: "I didn't eat a drop!"

Yuanyuan flattened his mouth, and he didn't believe it. It must have been his father who stole it. He stole the rations from him and his younger brother every night.

Well, this pot Han Qixiu is determined to carry, and he will carry it for a lifetime!

Han Qixiu didn't have time to think about it, and was busy making milk powder for his son. Fortunately, he brought a pot of hot water from Uncle Lu's house last night, otherwise he would have to boil the water now!

After serving the two little ones, Han Qixiu had time to think about the ration incident. The ration was indeed gone. He had already tested it in practice, and it was empty, not a drop!

Obviously, my son was snoring and snoring yesterday. Why is it gone today?

Confused, Han Qixiu pushed Shen Jiao, who was asleep, and wanted to ask her what she ate badly yesterday. Dong Fangzheng had previously told her not to eat indiscriminately during breastfeeding, or she would return to breastfeeding.

It was just that he pushed a few times, but Shen Jiao still slept soundly, her eyelids didn't move, there was a thick blue-black under her eyes, and she looked a little haggard.

Han Qixiu was so distressed that he stopped arguing with Shen Jiao, and silently reduced the average number of nighttime activities to one or two times in the future.

During this period of time, he did have some excessive demands, and he had to let his wife take a good rest. The body is the capital of exercise!

Shen Jiao didn't wake up until two or three o'clock in the afternoon. She felt light and dizzy. She reached out and touched her forehead. The temperature was normal. Dan, you will be sick for the first half of the month!

This time it's just a little anemia,

Seeing that there was no one in the room, Shen Jiao swallowed two more raw blood pills, and Han Qixiu walked in with the chicken soup in her hand, and she smiled happily when she saw that Shen Jiao woke up.

"Is there any discomfort in Jiaojiao? I made chicken soup for you. It was stewed by a three-year-old hen. I'll feed it to you."

Han Qixiu came over and probed Shen Jiao's forehead first, heaved a sigh of relief, and then helped Shen Jiao up, wanting to feed her chicken soup, Shen Jiao blinked, and the warm and delicious chicken soup slid down her throat and down her esophagus. After drinking several sips of chicken soup, Shen Jiao's spirit recovered a lot.

Looking at Han Qixiu who was seriously feeding the chicken soup in front of her, Shen Jiao felt a little sour and swollen. This man was her and her son's support, and she was also her drag in this world.

"Brother Han, you are so kind!"

Shen Jiao couldn't help kissing Han Qixiu's black face. Han Qixiu's hand holding the spoon froze for a while, then she put the spoon down, reached out and wiped it on her face.

My heart is also full of oil, what happened to my daughter-in-law?

As soon as he woke up, he spoke sweet words to him. Could it be that he was very satisfied with his recent performance?

Then the average number should be changed back to three or four times. Eight times is indeed too much.

"I'll be better in the future, daughter-in-law!"

Han Qixiu fed Shen Jiao a spoonful of chicken soup, couldn't help but nibbled at the tender white ears, and by the way made a letter of guarantee, so that his daughter-in-law would deeply appreciate his goodness every day and night!

After eating a bowl of chicken soup, Shen Jiao felt much better. She and Han Qixiu were tired and crooked in bed for a while, and then got up at the urging of their two sons. Han Qixiu filled two bowls of chicken soup, soaked the steamed buns, and fed Shen Jiao two A little guy eats an afternoon snack.

"Jiaojiao, your milk is gone, Yuanyuan Zhuangzhuang is drinking milk powder in the morning, what's the matter?" Han Qixiu asked about the milk.

Shen Jiao's heart sank. What she was worried about still happened. Excessive blood loss led to the return of milk. Although she had already predicted it, Shen Jiao was still very uncomfortable. Was she too selfish?

"I copied the Resurrection Pill last night, and it took a lot of energy. Maybe that's how I got my milk back. I...I..."

Shen Jiao really regretted it now, but if she didn't seek justice for her master this time, she might not have such a good chance in the future. Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been dilemma, and other aspects are the same!

Han Qixiu frowned, when did the daughter-in-law copy the Resurrection Pill?

"It was you who fell asleep last night. I didn't want to sleep, so I copied it." Shen Jiao answered half-truths and showed Han Qixiu the revival pill.

Han Qixiu wasn't interested in the Resurrection Pill at all, he was more concerned about how his daughter-in-law copied the Resurrection Pill?

It doesn't look like an easy thing!

The most important thing is, will it hurt the daughter-in-law's body?