Pastoral Relaxing Daughter-in-law Farmer

Chapter 265 filial piety is commendable

  Yang Lan'er saw that the attention of her youngest son was diverted, so she sighed, but she did not finish her breath ....

   "Mother, what's wrong with your mouth ... What's up?" Belle almost put out the word 'yes' again.

   Poof! hehe! Tan Anjun could not stand it anymore, and said with a light smile, "Son, your mother's lips were bitten by a mosquito. You know, there's a lot of mosquitoes in the summer."

   Belle exclaimed: "Dad, what kind of mosquito is this? Very poisonous, mother's lips are so pitiful!"

  Seeing my mother kissing her lips, I felt that I should close the doors and windows when I sleep in the future.

  Yang Lan'er said angrily, "After all, it's not a female mosquito!"

   Then he glared at the stinking man, telling you to talk nonsense and mislead your son.

   "Oh." Belle nodded half understanding.

   "Mother, try the cucumber cold salad that my son made himself." Bao'er stepped into the doorway, then picked up a tray from the little servant with both hands, and staggered to this side.

Yang Lan'er wanted to get up to pick it up, but the domineering man behind her refused to let go, and hugged her tightly to prevent her from moving. He noticed the eldest son slowly moving in this direction, and continued to pay attention to the tray in his hand from time to time, suddenly his heart warmed.

   smiling satisfied: "Yu'er and our Kun'er are filial and kind children."

   The only thing that made him dissatisfied was the doorway. Every time the boys came in, they had to hold on to the door frame to step in. That's too high.

When Bao'er was about to move in front of them, Tan Anjun finally kindly reached out to take the tray in his hand, placed it on the table, and said coldly: "Other times, I need to practice more kung fu, my arm strength is not enough."

Bao'er was lifted on the tray, and he shook his aching arm, but the pain had not subsided. After hearing what his father said, he respectfully replied: "Yu'er will remember Dad's teachings, and will definitely succeed harder in practicing kung fu in the future."

  Yang Lan'er looked at his sons with sympathy, he was very strict at such a young age, Tan Anjun taught his sons, he usually would not interfere.

   "Son, did you make it yourself?"

Bao'er's eyes immediately sparkled, he grinned and showed a mouthful of first-born teeth, and said with a smile: "Right, mother, we went to the vegetable garden to pick this cucumber, we have a taste for it, and we mix it ourselves when we get back . You and Dad, try your son's craft!" ,hey-hey!"

   "Praise filial piety!"

Yang Lan'er stroked Bao'er's face, stuffed a piece into her mouth, um, it was crisp and refreshing, so she stuffed another piece into the mouth of a certain man, and said jokingly: "Master, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, "Master, come and feel the devotion of your son, Sweet or not?"

   "Sweet and delicious!"

   "Mother, how can the salt I give you be sweet?" Bao'er scratched his head, wondering.

"Pff...! She ate it in her mouth, but it was sweet in her heart. Sweet because of his son. You both know how to respect your parents. Even if your father and I had a glass of water, we would feel the sweetness of our hearts. Do you understand? My stupid son!"

   "Oh! Understand, my brother and I will definitely respect our parents in the future. " Bao'er's eyes were filled with excitement, and his cheeks were reddened.

   Belle replies: "Yes, yes, yes, when we grow up, even if we marry a wife, we won't forget our mother."

   "Haha ..., Mister, where did your son come from?" Which monkey came out of the deep mountain? Yang Lan'er laughed so hard that her branches trembled and she fell limp in his arms.

   Tan Anjun squinted at his silly son who looked exactly like him, with a smile in his eyes, helpless, this brat was his kind, the kind that could not be replaced.