Yao Shangqing clenched Chen Yougong’s hand. "Thank you."
Chen Yougong’s dark face is a little red, although I can’t see that "I’m sorry that I didn’t work hard."
Yao Shangqing shook his head.
"Then you give the child a name. This child is named by our family, and no one can take it away." Chen Yougong looked at the little girl in her arms.
The names of her three sons are all the little girls in her arms. This is the first time that she has given a girl a name and looked at her round little face. "Yuan Zhi Li Lan is a metaphor for a noble person. Just call it Yuan Yuan, Chen Yuanyuan."
Chen Yougong doesn’t know what he means. He is listening to it. "Ok, just call Yuanyuan Yo Dad Little Girl."
Yao Shangqing also looked at the little girl in her arms with a shallow smile, and the child suddenly began to cry without crying.
"Hungry is probably hungry. Take out the malt extract from the locker and make some for her."
Chen Yougong is what Yao Shangqing says.
Chen Jia has a thermos in Chen’s room. It’s easy for them not to touch a teapot. If it’s slightly damaged, they will be distressed to death.
Yao Shangqing slowly coaxed her child in her arms. Fortunately, the child was small and the girl cried, so she didn’t have the strength to stay at home in Yemen, otherwise she would have to let the sister-in-law hear her.
Chen Yougong can’t feel bad when he sees the child crying.
"Wait for me, I’ll find Niang to get the kettle."
Chen Yougong said, put on a coat and went out. At this time, it was just winter, and there was nothing to be cold in every house.
"Empress, are you asleep?" Chen Yougong knocked at the door of the main room carefully and listened to what was going on inside.
The old couple of the Chen family in the East Room are already lying down.
Zhao Qinhua sat up and put her head against the window when she heard the sound, and listened carefully to the outside sound.
"What are you doing? It’s not too cold. You sat up and dragged me away." Chen Youliang was sleeping soundly and felt a little chill in his back.
Zhao Qinhua came to her senses and patted Chen Youliang on the back. "You knew that when you slept, you didn’t hear any sound outside. Maybe you wanted something good."
Chen Youliang frowned and didn’t want to talk to her at all. What can his mother have? "Hello, don’t be suspicious about what my mother can have."
Zhao Qinhua knew that he said he didn’t listen or talk. He lay down on his own. "I’m telling you, what’s the egg cake and malt extract in your mother’s big wooden box? I told her to take it out and give it to our son. She didn’t want to give it to the old three rabbits. After all, our house is only five months old and how old are the old three rabbits?"
Chen Youliang went to dig the roots of the village during the day. After a tiring day, he wanted to sleep. How could he have time to listen to her nonsense? He was already asleep and soon snored.
Zhao Qinhua heard that the man lying with his back to himself had snored and pushed him with a snort. No matter what the third child wants, he must ask.
Chen’s name is Wang Zhi. She was widowed when she was young, but she also brought up all three children and married a daughter-in-law. Now she is Sun Mantang sitting on the bed, sewing clothes and getting out of bed when she heard the knock at the door.
"So late? What’s the matter? "
Chen Yougong first smiled, "Mom, haven’t you slept so late?"
Chen gave him a look, and her son knew what it was when he saw it himself, thinking about where he went today, frowning. "What’s wrong with her family?"
Chen Yougong hurriedly shook his head.
"That’s not true, mom. I want to get some hot water in a kettle."
Chen squinted at him. "Wait for me to get it for you."
Chen Yougong nodded and even agreed that thinking about this child must not be concealed. The big guy said it was hard to say. It is better to say that when he first gave his mother a little bit, his mother was full of poison, but his heart was a good one. He didn’t always come to the door, so he lifted his feet and came in and closed the door.
Chen turned to the teapot and saw him come in and handed it to him. "All right, grab it and go."
Chen Yougong touched his nose with one hand and came to the teapot with the other. After thinking twice, he still spoke.
"Mom, guess what I just got back from outside?"
Chen Shi also likes this third son best. He is too honest. He is not bad. Er is too slick. She doesn’t expect him to be filial to himself. It is this third son who is most like himself. He is flexible and can speak.
"If you have something, just say I’m not in the mood to guess with you."
Chen Yougong smiled awkwardly. "That girl, I just saw a doll wrapped in it when we turned the corner at the door, so I picked it up."
After Chen heard Chen Yougong say that finish, his face changed instantly. "What did you say when you picked it up? How can you be so important to raise Chen Yougong? I tell you it’s impossible. This child can’t be raised. Look at the food at home to raise another child. "
Chen Yougong knew his mother’s reaction, but he didn’t expect it to be so big. "It would be terrible for my eldest sister-in-law yisow to hear it."
Chen qi took a deep breath and said it in one mouthful, which was calm and didn’t make him throw it away immediately.
"Niang is a girl to feed, and I can take more wood work. I earn centimeters and these extra things are enough to feed her, or Shang Qing and I will eat less."
Chen Yougong knows which one to order and which to say.
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Yuan Zhi Li Lan is from "The Songs of the South, Nine Songs and Mrs. Xiang". Yuan Yuan has come to launch. Good luck. Ha ha ha ha ha. Thank you. I voted for the overlord ticket or the angel who irrigated nutrient solution at 16: 5: 3 ~ 22-9-21 at 17: 39: 36 ~
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