Chapter 406 A Day when the Father Is Kind and the Son Is Filial

Qian'er's mother had already ignored Han Qian, held Nuanwen's hand and put him on the kang, turned around and slapped Han Qian on the shoulder, saying angrily.

"Hurry up and light the fire. What are you doing in a daze?"

As Han Qian walked out the door, he was chattering. They also came back together. Why is the gap so big? When he walked to the door of the outer room, Han Qian remembered something and went back to the east room to wonder.

"Hey? Mom, didn't I tell Xia Ziyi that this house has floor heating? Why do you still need to burn firewood?"

"Oh...yes, yes, if you didn't tell me, mom would have forgotten. I'm going to turn on the floor heating, so you go and light the stove too. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Qian'er's mother is not used to her son at all, and Han Qian has been used to it since he was a child. Both his mother and the old man adhere to the concept of " spoiling a child is like killing a child" and are very strict with the only son in the family. Wen Wen wants He went down to the ground to help, but was pushed back to the kang by Qian'er's mother. She took out a small blanket to cover her warm feet and pressed her warm calves. Qian'er's mother said dotingly.

"Just wait for the food to come and open your mouth. Your dad went to buy crabs. If you want to eat anything else, I'll ask your dad to buy them."

Nuan Nuan narrowed his eyes and smiled naively.

"I like to eat everything my mother makes."

Then he lowered his head and whispered shyly.

"I...Mom, I don't want to eat vegetables."

Qian'er's mother was amused by her daughter-in-law's cute appearance, patted her warm calf and smiled.

"Mom will cook meat for you. Han Qian, go and bring the drinks and snacks from West Room to Xiao Nuan."

Han Qian, who had just lit the stove, squatted on the ground to add firewood and muttered emotionally.

"It's not like she has no legs. Why are you so spoiled? If you're thirsty, take it yourself. I don't care about you."

"Mom~"

A cry full of coquettishness made Han Qian suffer. Qian'er's mother took a fly swatter and landed it on her son's shoulder again and again. It didn't hurt even though it was thickly dressed, but Han Qian always felt a little warm in his heart. Daughter, he feels like a son-in-law.

After thinking about it carefully, I realized that it was quite good. He was treated the same as he is now by his mother-in-law. As soon as Qian'er's mother went to the side room to prepare for cooking, Wenwen slipped out of the house and squatted in Han Wen wearing the newly bought pink rabbit cartoon slippers. Qian watched him burning the large stove in the west room and whispered.

"It's better to have this big pot. The food tastes different from the electric wok. This one is fragrant."

Han Qian turned his head and curled his lips to look at Wen Nuan, saying with disdain.

"It seems like you can taste the taste. You are so powerful now. You have a backer to act like a spoiled child. Tomorrow afternoon I may go to see my little ones. If you don't want to go, just stay at home with your parents. Ke Xin seems to be Come back tomorrow afternoon and let’s get together.”

"I am coming too."

"What are you going to do?"

"I said I would go too."

"Without you."

"Mom~ Han Qian goes out... wuwuwu."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Nuan's mouth was covered, Han Qian glared at Wen Wen and said angrily.

"Why are you acting like a flatterer? What else will you do besides complaining? You are not allowed to complain. We will go together tomorrow afternoon. If you agree, just nod."

Wen Nuan nodded, and before Han Qian let go, the fly swatter landed on Han Qian's shoulder again. When Qian'er's mother heard her daughter-in-law calling her, she guessed that Han Qian was bullying Wen Wen again. While patting his son on the shoulder, he scolded him.

"You just finished getting the firewood. Xiao Nuan's face is so tender. If you scratch it, I'll beat you to death."

Han Qian sighed helplessly, took his hand away, then pinched Wen Nuan's face with a little baby fat, looked at his mother and said helplessly.

"Look at this thick-skinned guy, he's not as tender as you said. Mom, you don't know how powerful your daughter-in-law is. The two of us..."

"It hurts~"

A faint sound of pain made Han Qian quickly let go, stood up and ran out the door, but he was still too slow. Qian'er's mother took a fly swatter to deal with Han Qian, and Wen Nuan squatted in front of the stove and carefully added Chai, smiling from ear to ear. .

very nice.

When the old man came back with the crabs and looked at his son squatting in the yard doing the splits, he grinned. Then he noticed something was wrong with his son's behavior. His son was not left-handed, so why was he holding an ax with his left hand? He frowned and stepped forward. He raised his foot and lightly kicked his son's butt, saying in a deep voice.

"You don't need to approve the firewood at home. Your father is still alive. Go back to the house and stay there."

Han Qian lowered his head and sighed, then raised his head and looked at the sky and sighed.

"There is no place for your son in this house. It's a pity that my father is not a family member."

"If I were in charge, you wouldn't be able to get through the door. Show me your arm."

The old man is a clumsy person who can't say nice things. He feels very sorry for his son in his heart, but he just can't say those heartwarming words. He knows he feels sorry for his son and is worried about being tired and doesn't want him to work, but the words come out of his mouth. This tastes great.

This means that Han Qian understands the old man's character. If it were another son, he might have started a quarrel.

Han Qian turned around and looked at the foam box held under the old man's arm, and whispered.

"Where did you buy crabs in this winter?"

"I said let me see your arm. Why are you asking about the crab? Can the crab claws be reattached to you? Are you injured again? Something happened in your city. I heard that there is an enthusiastic citizen named Han."

"Our old Han family has talented people. When will you be nice to me, old man?"

"Shall I take you to see your coffin?"

"Mom! My dad said that he wants to live in the city with me, dance in the square with the old lady, hug and kiss me...Dad, please kiss me."

"Ah."

The back of Destiny's neck was pinched hard by the old man. Han Qian's small body was like holding a little chicken in the old man's hands. Han Qian was carried into the house by the old man, and he was carried by one foot. On the butt, he said indifferently.

"If you're injured, just get out of the pit and lie down. It's not your turn to work in this house, little brat. Girl, how do you eat these crabs? Stew them or stir-fry them? Or steam them."

Wen Nuan seemed a little embarrassed, she seemed to want to eat everything. Han Qian lay on the hot kang, pinched his mother's leg with blood clots, and whispered.

"She'll eat whatever she cooks. Can you two stop being so partial? There are two kids at home, and I'm a kid too."

The old man turned around and left. Han Qian got up and chased the old man to the kitchen. When he saw that the old man was about to pack up the crabs, he turned around and ran outside. After waiting for about five minutes, the old man spoke.

"As a coward as you are, I don't think you look like that Han, but the more I think about it, the more I think you look more like him. Show me your arms."

"If I don't show it to you, then you'll be nagging me again."

"I heard you say the injury was serious?"

"Well... don't tell my mother, she was seriously injured twice and almost needed the coffin you prepared."

stare!

The kitchen knife in the old man's hand was nailed to the cutting board. The old man turned around and looked at Han Qian, frowning.

"Where is he? My son has been bullied. I have no reason not to tell him."

Han Qian shrugged and said calmly.

"One ran away, and the other is hiding in Bincheng County. I will handle this matter myself. I haven't gone home to complain to my father yet. Part of the reason for coming back so early is to hide. Quiet, quiet, those stinky old ladies in the village are plotting behind my back, right?"

The old man turned around and continued chopping vegetables, saying calmly.

"No matter what they do, they talk about the shortcomings of the East and the West. They just don't want to see other people's good things. Whatever they want to eat, I'll cook it for you."

"I want to eat blood sausage."

"Blood sausage, daddy will buy it for you."

What father doesn't feel sorry for his son?

It's just a different way of expressing it.