Before the porridge was cooked, He Xiaoyun went to the river to wash clothes first, and Feng Qiuyue went with her.

"Tingting still has to drink milk at night?" He Xiaoyun asked her.

Feng Qiuyue nodded and said: "Yes, sometimes I can afford to do it two or three times a night. I used to see you raising a child, and I found it\'s hard work."

He Xiaoyun smiled and comforted: "It will become better when they\'re older."

"When they\'re bigger, there are also bigger troubles."

The two turned around a small bamboo forest and saw a woman walking staggeringly on another small road with a pregnant belly. He Xiaoyun saw her a little face, and then asked Feng Qiuyue softly: "Who is she?"

Feng Qiuyue took a look, shook her head lightly, sighed, and said, "That\'s Ah Bao\'s wife, she\'s six or seven months pregnant."

He Xiaoyun remembered that Ah Bao was the stupid person other people said. Last year, his family married him a wife and wanted them to have a normal child. When the child grows up, he will raise this pair of mentally retarded parents.

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After breakfast, He Xiaoyun moved out the clothes in the cabinet to dry. Although Wang Chunhua and Feng Qiuyue helped to clean the room, the wardrobe smelled a bit musty.

She turned out two more sweaters from Wei Yuanhang\'s childhood and took the newer one to Tingting. The style of boys and girls did not matter. The other one was older, and the cuffs were a little out of line. She planned to disassemble and re-weave a vest.

Jianhua wanted to ask his second brother, is it interesting to show-off in front of a single man like him? Is it interesting?! (Poor boy, tired but still got fed with dog food.)

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T/N: I want a husband like Wei Jianwei too. When will God hear me? ToT