Chapter 80: It’s Cold Now

Jiang Xiaochao couldn’t catch the mouse that had been stealing his sesame cakes, and it ran away. He was sulky all morning, complaining to Hu Yao about the mouse’s misdeeds, and then to Jiang Han.

Jiang Han said he was messy and dirty, and even attracted mice in winter. He told him to go outside and eat and drink with the mice.

Jiang Xiaochao was even more upset and argued, “I’m not dirty! I take a bath every day, Dad is the dirty one! He’s dirty and still wants to hug Mom and sleep with her!”

“Ask your mother if she has any objections!” Jiang Han snorted.

Hu Yao: “…”

“You’re so mean, Mom doesn’t dare to say anything to you.” Jiang Xiaochao sighed heavily, took a bite of porridge, and mumbled, “Yaoyao will beat you!”

Jiang Xiaochao suddenly missed Hu Yao, who used to rebel against his father with him.

His mumbling voice wasn’t small.

Hu Yao ate her breakfast quietly, her face slightly wrinkled. She dared to hit Jiang Han before, but because she had a bump on her head, he endured it and didn’t argue with her. Now that she’s recovered and still hits him, it might not be the same! If he hits her back, he could really flatten her!

“Shut up and eat your food. You’re even encouraging your mother to beat your father. You’re itching for a beating this morning, aren’t you?” Jiang Han found Jiang Xiaochao annoying every moment.

The annoying Jiang Xiaochao did something big during the New Year.

The atmosphere was festive during the New Year. Hu Yao was almost three months pregnant, and Jiang Han no longer restricted her. She and Du Ximei had gotten closer during this time.

Although Du Ximei had married Song Si-kai and was no longer a young girl, she was still very lively and not at all steady. She spent money lavishly, and Song Si-kai willingly indulged her, becoming even more attentive to her.

Knowing she liked to eat mutton, he bought a lot and raised them for her. Now she didn’t even need to do it herself. If she said she wanted to eat it, he would immediately go and catch a sheep for her to roast.

Tang Haofei went from teasing and watching the show to being speechless about his two brothers.

One of them, he didn’t know what was wrong with him. He used to scoff at the idea of marriage, but now, even if he’s drunk, he has to be sent home to sleep with his wife.

The other one was even worse. He was practically a fool. His wife told him to go east, and he wouldn’t go west. He was led by the nose and was happy about it. When Tang Haofei pointed it out, he said he was jealous!

Tang Haofei was almost choked to death. The worst part was that all the work was now dumped on him. He was busy like a bull!

“How can your father treat you like that! Tsk tsk tsk.”

“Yeah, he can drink or not, next time just splash it on his face!”

“With Uncle here, your dad won’t dare touch you!”

On New Year’s Eve, Tang Haofei came to Jiang’s house to mooch off their food. Before dinner, he persuaded Jiang Xiaochao to be a rebellious son.

But Jiang Xiaochao didn’t seem to believe him.

“You’re lying to a kid.”

“My dad will beat me! He’ll beat you too!” Jiang Xiaochao frowned, not listening to his nonsense.

Recently, he felt that Jiang Han was increasingly preventing him from being close to Hu Yao. He would get angry if Hu Yao was too kind to him, always saying that he was a clingy kid, not a man.

Jiang Xiaochao was depressed. He wanted to be a man, but he also wanted to be a clingy kid with Hu Yao.

“Trust Uncle! You do this, you…” Tang Haofei pulled at his little face, still wanting him to anger Jiang Han and watch the show.

“Tang Haofei, get out!” Jiang Han heard it from afar and was speechless.

He knew he had taught Jiang Xiaochao a lot of nonsense!

“What are you doing at someone else’s house on New Year’s Day? Go back to your own home!” He unceremoniously chased him away.

“My old man can’t stand the sight of me, so he kicked me out. What a world we live in! Even on such a good day, they can kick their son out!” Tang Haofei looked sad, but also resentful: “It’s all because of you!”

Tang Haofei’s family environment was actually quite good. He was the youngest son of Tang Lao-ye, and he had been spoiled since childhood. He was spoiled and spoiled, and he became spoiled. When he grew up, he hung out with all kinds of people, and it was impossible to pull him back.

Because of this, Tang Lao-ye couldn’t stand the sight of him. He even signed him up for a program to go to the countryside, but when he came back, he was even more rebellious, which angered the Tang family.

Jiang Han, who was his best friend, had settled down and married and had children. Song Si-kai was also on the right path now. With this comparison, Tang Lao-ye wanted to discipline the unruly Tang Haofei every day.

“It’s none of my business!” Jiang Han didn’t want to deal with him and told him to go kill the chicken, the deadbeat who was trying to mooch off their food.

“Jiang Xiaochao, didn’t you hear your mother calling you? Can’t you finish talking to your cow?” Jiang Han pulled Jiang Xiaochao away from the cow, annoyed.

“Kill his cow too!”

“No!!” Jiang Xiaochao shouted loudly, running to Hu Yao, but he looked back at them several times before he was completely reassured.

New year, new look. Jiang Xiaochao’s new clothes were made by Hu Yao herself. The weather was cold, so she also made him a little hat and scarf, and even gloves.

“Why did Chaochao take off his jacket again? Put it on quickly.” Hu Yao called out to him when she noticed his discarded jacket.

Both father and son didn’t seem to feel the cold. They wore thin clothes even in winter. Jiang Han was fine, but Jiang Xiaochao was a child, and it would be troublesome if he caught a cold.

“He doesn’t like to wear it, so don’t make it for him anymore! You’re spoiling him!” Jiang Han walked back to her side, glancing at Jiang Xiaochao who was holding out his little hands for Hu Yao to help him put on his clothes and scarf.

“Dad throws his clothes around too!” Jiang Xiaochao pouted.

“I throw mine around, but does your mother make this and that for me?” Jiang Han was displeased.

This woman, Hu Yao, was knitting sweaters and making hats for Jiang Xiaochao all night long. She did it until late every day, not afraid of going blind!

“Mom made a scarf for Dad too!” Jiang Xiaochao snorted.

“I didn’t see it!” Jiang Han roared, turning to look at Hu Yao: “Where is it?”

“You said you weren’t cold and didn’t like to wear a scarf.” Hu Yao paused, hearing his slightly questioning tone.

She had made a scarf for him as well, but today,

It was cold. She had asked him if he was cold in the morning, preparing to put the scarf on him, but he said he wasn’t cold. He even looked disgusted when he saw her putting a scarf on Jiang Xiaochao.

“It’s cold now! Go get it!” He changed quickly.

Hu Yao glanced at him, didn’t say anything, and went to get it.

Jiang Han took it without hesitation and casually wrapped it around his neck.

Both father and son’s scarves were the same kind of wool, big and small. Jiang Xiaochao’s chin was completely covered by Hu Yao, and he was also wearing thick clothes, wrapped like a little dumpling.

Jiang Han, however, was still wearing thin clothes, only a thin jacket, and the slightly heavy scarf on his neck looked a bit strange.

He held her hand, feeling the coldness.

“You’re wrapped up like a ball, how come your hands are still so cold?” He looked at her for a few seconds, seemingly puzzled, then pulled off the scarf he had just put on and wrapped it around her, tying a tight knot.

Hu Yao’s knitted gloves were very stretchy. Jiang Han pulled off the gloves on Jiang Xiaochao’s small hands and put her hand inside.

Jiang Xiaochao, with his bare little hands, looked at her with a bewildered look in his eyes, which were exposed above the scarf.