AWB Chapter 171: Mountain Eagle: Fledgling Complex (14)
Chapter 171: Mountain Eagle: Fledgling Complex (14)
Aunt Fang’s obsession with the child may have really disappeared, and instead she showed great interest in the Phantom.
She placed the bird cage directly on her legs, and the man and the bird looked at each other.
Song Qian was a little worried. Don't touch it, as it will trigger mind reading. The little guy has a lot of tricks in his mind, and who knows what kind of nonsense he will suddenly hear.
Uncle Fang was holding Song Zijin. He was 1.81 meters tall, only half a head shorter than Song Qian, so it was no problem for him to hold such a tiny little kid.
【Ah——】
Dad, why are you standing there like an idiot? Go and cook. The baby is hungry and wants to eat meat!
Song Qian received the signal and went into the kitchen helplessly.
Uncle Fang had already slaughtered a big rooster at noon, plucked it clean and stuffed its belly with Dai-style herbal spices.
He was just tearing the meat off the chicken leg. The little guy had a big appetite, and a few pounds of shredded meat was not enough to fill his teeth.
Aunt Fang took the hand-torn chicken legs and stuffed them into the cage one by one.
【Ah——】
What about table manners? There are so many, how can I finish them all! ?
Five pairs of eyes stared at me. Did they think I was a food blogger?!
This is awkward...
How can I hide the meat in the space?
[Hey, I'll go cook. Today we're going to prepare local specialties. Xiao Song, you can't cook. You and Xiao Rou can sit and chat with your aunt Fang! Dinner will be ready in an hour at most!]
Lin Xiaorou was generous and cheerful, and had something to talk about with everyone. It was just a pity that Song Qian, who was half a head taller than his son, was sitting on a small stool, standing between the two women.
He had no interest in the women's conversation and couldn't join in the conversation, so he could only agree with them from time to time, saying "yes, yes, yes", "yeah, yes", and "hmmmm". He also had to worry about the Phantom's mind being read. It was really tiring...
Song Zijin was holding a big apple, sitting leisurely on the chaise longue, flipping through a large illustrated volume of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. If she didn't join the adults, she might be asked to perform a show, which would be a big loss...
【Ah——】
Eat enough, eat enough, don't fill up anymore...
(? _ ?) Hiccup~Baby is feeling miserable~
Uncle Fang kept his word and started the meal in an hour as agreed. When everyone sat down at the table, it was just in time.
The Phantom finally got a moment of peace. He was placed on the coffee table with his belly protruding and burping continuously. It seemed that he had overeaten.
[Xiao Song, don't let the vulture you raised outside. The Forestry Bureau here is very strict, and there are also enthusiastic people who will report it. If someone finds it, you might be sued...]
【Ah——】
Humph! Why are there enthusiastic people everywhere? !
Hiccup~ Can you get rich by meddling in other people's affairs? !
This was the second time Song Qian was awakened. He glanced at the sparse feathers on the Phantom's body and did some calculations in his mind.
Probably, well, it will take about three months for it to fly after its fur has fully grown. By then, the grass and water will be lush and it should not starve if it is released.
Well, let’s talk about it later. It’s too bad to think about separation now…
Mangjiulong Village is not far from the primeval forest park and the urban area. Perhaps the casual outing in the afternoon ruined their mood, and the family of three, including Phantom, had no interest in going out to play.
Uncle Fang received a phone call, but he couldn't refuse it, so he apologized to Song Qian and others and left.
[Aunt Fang, what is uncle doing? He is in such a hurry. It is raining heavily outside and he doesn't even hold an umbrella!]
[He is just busy doing nothing. Your uncle retired two years ago and he can't stay idle. Whenever the villagers ask for help, he goes... Just now, a family in the village is getting married tomorrow and asked him to write the accounts. His thin gold style of writing is beautiful and elegant, and he looks respectable. It has been spread outside the company for many years! Many people ask for his calligraphy! ]
Song Zijin looked up when he heard this. His grandfather had asked him to copy calligraphy last year.
For him, the "Slender Gold" script was too difficult to write, as each stroke was long and thin.
He started with heavy strokes and ended the strokes slowly. He couldn't move his strokes smoothly and flexibly. Each character weighed three pounds, and my grandfather laughed at him for a long time...
Lin Xiaorou also knew about this. The mother and son made eye contact, then immediately separated, pretending nothing had happened.
They are all people who have learned the Song Dynasty style, and they are also people who have found that the more they write, the less they resemble the style and the uglier their writing becomes, and who have been severely laughed at by their fathers/grandfathers.
When homework is not mentioned, the mother and son are loving and filial, but when homework is done, there is chaos and confusion. When you are out, give each other some time to breathe.
[Will Nanxing go to her husband's house to celebrate the New Year again this year? ]
Song Qian made two cups of hot tea to moisten the throats of the two ladies who were talking so much that their mouths were dry, and suddenly thought of Fang Nanxing.
That is Fang Guoxiong's sister. She married her classmate after graduating from university and has lived in Shanghai ever since. She rarely comes back.
Speaking of which, Song Qian had only seen the family photo that Fang Guoxiong took out ten years ago. At that time, Fang Nanxing was still a thin junior high school student.
[I heard that her mother-in-law is urging her to have a second child. She is stuck in the critical period of promotion in the past two years. Raising a child in Shanghai is delicate and expensive. Her husband's salary of tens of thousands of yuan alone cannot even pay the mortgage... The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are not happy. Nanxing called a while ago and said that she wanted to bring the child back to see her grandparents during the New Year. Later, she sent a message saying that she had something to do and would not reply...]
Aunt Fang's face was gloomy. She had opposed Fang Nanxing's marriage to a distant place and had hidden her household registration booklet. However, that girl was as stubborn as her and refused to listen. She got pregnant without asking for permission first.
Originally, there was still a way out. After receiving the ultrasound report, the man’s mother immediately grasped the situation.
When the two parties met in the hotel to discuss wedding details, she was disgusted by the petty-minded attitude of the man's parents, but the ultrasound report was right in front of her.
The diagnosis of [single live fetus in utero, around thirteen weeks] was glaring.
The betrothal gift originally mentioned on the phone no longer counted. The man's mother was so arrogant that Aunt Fang couldn't get down. Nanxing held her arm tightly, her brain was stuck in the quagmire of love without knowing it, and begged her with tears in her eyes.
What could Aunt Fang do? She was angry at the lack of resistance, so she had to retreat again and again, accepting it with a pinch of her nose...
I wonder if Nanxing regrets now for not listening to her.
People are often confused when they are in the know. They have to suffer a severe setback before they can understand some truths.
Aunt Fang picked up the cup, took a big sip of water, stared at the family portrait on the wall, and said nothing.
Speaking of urging the birth of a second child, Song Qian becomes speechless. His dear mother has also been making a fuss about this. It has been several years since he just came back from the army. It has been getting more and more serious, with all kinds of means and lobbyists coming one after another.
Otherwise, could he have just put his son there?! Just to distract her attention, don't add fuel to the fire.
He and Lin Xiaorou have a good relationship now. If nothing suicidal or unlucky happens to them, they should be able to stay together until old age.
Second child? Haha, don’t you see how old your son and daughter-in-law are? One is fifty and the other is forty-nine. They are almost in menopause.
Fortunately, they have maintained themselves well and their actual age cannot be guessed from their appearance, otherwise they would be mistaken for Song Zijin's grandparents, right?!
He could afford to support another one, but Lin Xiaorou's body might not be able to handle it.
It was so painful when she gave birth to her first child. They were far apart in different places. He was also on the operating table. Even in a coma, he could vaguely hear his wife screaming in pain thousands of miles away.
One is enough, really!
He didn't want to go through the pain of tutoring homework again, it would shorten his life...