The new book of the burning prairie star

Chapter 241 When will you set off to return to Yangjia Village?

"Daddy, Zhuo Qiu wants to eat shrimp." His hands were too short to reach them with a wooden spoon, so he had to ask an adult for help.

"Daddy, I'll eat the shrimps even if you force me." The shrimps were clearly placed in front of him, but he insisted that Yang Biao help him peel them.

“Daddy,…”

"Daddy, ..."

During dinner that night, the children who could talk kept calling him happily. Yang Biao kept helping them peel the shrimp shells and put them into their bowls in order of age.

Although the three older children are still young, they all have their own opinions. He hopes that the children can respect each other so as not to bring too much unnecessary pressure to each other.

"Mom, my brother and I are back." Qin Xiaoran was waiting at the gate of her yard. Yun Zhen saw her as soon as she got out of the car and threw herself into her arms.

"Yeah," she saw that the Zhuo Qiu brothers were also in the car, and looked at Yang Biao who got out later with a little surprise.

"I'm on vacation today, so I'm taking these kids out to play." Yang Biao put Yuanzhen in her arms, pinched her face, then turned around and left in the car.

"Yunzhen, daddy is playing with you and your brother today. Are you happy?" She held her younger son in her right hand and held her older son's hand with her left hand, asking the children as they walked home.

"Happy. Yunzhen wants to play with daddy tomorrow." He wants to eat a lot of delicious food next time, Yunzhen picked her little nose.

"Jinrong, Hongling, why are you back?" Shouldn't she be giving her son a bath now? Seeing them coming back, Xia Weiwei asked in confusion.

"Miss, your husband has already bathed the two young masters, and when I went to the room, I saw that they were all asleep." Hongling came in with a tea tray and poured a cup of tea for her who was sitting at the table.

"Going to bed so early? Where's the son-in-law?" It was beyond her expectation that the two naughty boys would go to bed so obediently. Xia Weiwei frowned.

"Miss, your husband is reading in the study." Jinrong came over with a food box and placed the dishes made by Yang Biao on the dining table for her one by one.

“This is…” Why do the colors of these dishes look a bit like Yang Biao’s cooking, and they are all her favorite dishes.

"The kitchen said that these were specially made by the son-in-law for the young lady today." After Jinrong arranged the dishes, he and Hongling retreated outside the door to wait.

"Husband, have you eaten?" After finishing her meal, Xia Weiwei went to the study to find Yang Biao.

"Yeah," Yang Biao just nodded when he heard her question, still sitting there calmly, holding the book in his left hand and turning the pages with his right hand.

"Husband, when are we going to set off back to Yangjia Village?" Seeing that his attitude towards her was so indifferent, Xia Weiwei suppressed her dissatisfaction and reached out to touch his face.

"Madam, my husband is very lustful." Yang Biao grabbed her hand with a warning look in his eyes.

"Husband, you know I like you." Her hand was caught and she was kissed directly with her mouth.

People have a huge demand for emotional value. She didn't like Yang Biao being so cold today, which made her feel very strange. At the same time, she was very afraid that their relationship in the future would be like this, so she took the initiative to lower herself to break the ice.

"Madam, I began to like you the first time I saw you in Xiangjia Town." Yang Biao closed his eyes. It was undeniable that his body was eager for her acceptance. The two of them soon replicated their previous harmony and happiness.

"Ah? Did I hear it right?" The two of them were passionately loving, and during a short break, Xia Weiwei remembered what he said, suspected that she was hallucinating, and couldn't help but ask.

"Madam, you heard me right. I like you. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you." He really liked the dignity and elegance of ancient girls, which was a trait rarely possessed by modern girls.

"Husband," Xia Weiwei felt as sweet as honey in her heart, and she hugged him tightly. It turned out that it was not just her wishful thinking, he also had her own thoughts in his heart.

"Yeah," seeing that the mutual affection made her smile like a flower, Yang Biao pressed her under him again.

"Yang Biao, are we really going back to Yangjia Village?" Yang Biao woke up in the middle of the night and rode to Qin Xiaoran's place to stay overnight.

"Well, wait another half a month. I'll arrange the affairs of Qianpu Mansion and take you and the child with me." Seeing that her face flushed with excitement when she heard about returning to Yangjia Village, Yang Biao smiled and pinched her face.

"You should take Hongyan and the others with you. They are your grandchildren as well." Qin Xiaoran grabbed his hand, and her tone sounded a little anxious, fearing that he would not take others back to Yangjia Village.

"Well, your sister Weiwei doesn't like them very much, so why don't you not bring them this time." Yang Biao wanted to tease her, so he pretended to be embarrassed and said.

"Ah, is she so narrow-minded?" The mistress of the house was unwilling to let Hongyan and the others take the children back to their hometown to worship their ancestors, and Qin Xiaoran was at a loss.

"Well, who said it wasn't true, Xiaoran? Think of a solution quickly." Seeing her sitting on the bed without saying anything, Yang Biao sighed, put his arm around her shoulders and shook her hard.

"Hey, your shaking is giving me a headache," Qin Xiaoran pushed him away in annoyance. Why did he help him find a wife in the first place? Now look what happened, the other children can't go back.

"Ouch, it hurts so much!" Yang Biao covered the place where she pushed him and cried out in misery.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Were you injured during the training with those soldiers?" Qin Xiaoran saw his painful expression and hurried forward to check his injuries. If she had known, she would not have pushed him.

"Go away, I'm angry." Yang Biao shook her hand away, wrapped himself in a quilt, lay down on the bed, and turned his back to her.

"Yang Biao, Brother Biao, Brother Biao..." Qin Xiaoran leaned over to coax him. She had heard from her friends before that some men could be small-minded, and now she believed it without a doubt, at least there was one in front of her.

Yang Biao swore that he really just wanted to tease her, but he ended up lying on the bed, closing his eyes for a while, and fell asleep inexplicably.

"Brother Biao, are you back from your morning run?" Qin Xiaoran looked at Yang Biao, who was dressed neatly, with sleepy eyes. The familiar voice in her ears woke her up instantly.

"Mom, you're so old, why are you still lying in bed?" Seeing that she was still sleeping, Yunzhen climbed onto the bed and tried to pull her up.

"Hey, you haven't taken off your shoes yet, you made my bed dirty." Qin Xiaoran, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, couldn't help but pull down his pants, ready to give his butt a few "love" rubs under her palms.

"Daddy, please save Yunzhen!" Before his mother hit him, the child shouted loudly for Yang Biao to help.

"Wanran, if the sheets are dirty, let Yunzhen wash them." Yang Biao carried him off the bed and helped him out without saying a word.

"Ah, Yunzhen doesn't know how to wash." His little face wrinkled when he heard his father's words.

"Puchi!" Seeing him looking like a little old man with a gloomy face, Qin Xiaoran couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Daddy, are we still going to play with Brother Zhuoqiu and the others today?" Seeing the ball in Yang Biao's hand, the child's attention was quickly diverted, and Yun Zhen looked up at him.