Chapter 152: You’re Quite Bossy

He was always so attentive to her. From the moment she woke up until now, he had expressed his concern for her at least twenty times. He even imitated Jiang Han, doing whatever Jiang Han did for her, running back and forth, busy as a bee.

Now that she was recovered, Hu Yao’s appetite also returned. She hadn’t eaten much these past few days, and there wasn’t much food left in the house.

After cleaning the house, the family of three went to town and bought a lot of things.

Hu Yao craved a medicinal soup. There were many herbs in the house, some bought by Jiang Han and others dug up from the mountains. She had collected some while digging bamboo shoots with Jiang Xiaochao, and she had dried them all.

Hu Yao always felt that the soup sold outside was lacking, and Jiang Han wasn’t good at making it. Now that she was better, she decided to do it herself.

The air was fresh after the rain. While Hu Yao was cooking, Jiang Xiaochao took his little cow and dog for a walk twice.

When he came back, he told Jiang Han, who was chopping firewood, that the rope he used to tie the cow was broken and asked him to buy a new one. He looked so confident and self-assured.

“Your cow knows its way home even without a rope! It can’t run away!” Jiang Han kicked him away.

He had never seen anyone raise a cow so meticulously. The cow had rice, snacks, and even soda to eat. No cow would be stupid enough to run away from such good treatment.

“It won’t run away?” Jiang Xiaochao was half-believing and half-doubting. In the end, he chose to trust his father, casually threw away the broken rope, and ran to the kitchen to find Hu Yao.

“Mom, I brought the cow back! It didn’t want to eat grass today, and the dog pooped twice…” He babbled on and on, telling Hu Yao everything.

Seeing that Hu Yao hadn’t finished cooking yet, he enthusiastically dragged his special little stool over to help her watch the fire.

Hu Yao smiled, her voice gentle as she responded to him, “Really? It didn’t eat grass today? Then we’ll feed it some grass later.”

“Chaochao, don’t sit so close, move your stool away.” She was afraid the sparks would burn him.

Jiang Han came in carrying the chopped firewood. The first thing he saw was Jiang Fuchao kicking away his stool and taking over his spot by the fire.

He was bored and started chatting with Hu Yao about random things, even mentioning the dog’s poop.

What was even more unbelievable was that Hu Yao, this woman, was actually free enough to entertain him.

“Jiang Fuchao, go up there.” He strode over, picked up Jiang Fuchao who was sitting on the little stool, and threw the firewood onto the empty space by the stove.

After doing this, he sat directly on Jiang Xiaochao’s little stool and continued to tend the fire for Hu Yao.

He was tall and broad, and Jiang Xiaochao’s little stool was very small, made specifically for him.

As soon as Jiang Han sat down, he broke the stool.

Jiang Xiaochao was surprised, wronged, and angry. His little face puffed up, “Dad, you’re so mean! My stool is broken!”

“What’s yours? Is it yours? Who made it? Did they give it to you?” Jiang Han didn’t even look at him and shoved the broken stool into the fire.

Sometimes he was quite mean to Jiang Xiaochao. When the boy was well-behaved, he would deliberately tease him to make him angry.

Seeing Jiang Xiaochao’s lips getting thinner and thinner, Hu Yao frowned, not understanding, “Why did you burn his stool?”

“Yeah!” Jiang Xiaochao finally realized how angry he was. He immediately picked up the stool that Jiang Han had made for him and wanted to shove it into the stove too. He even threatened him.

“Dad has to make me a new one, or I’ll burn yours too.”

“Try it.” Jiang Han pinched his cheek.

Jiang Fuchao was almost four years old. He ate all kinds of crap and garbage every day, and his cheeks had become much plumper than before.

Seeing him squeeze Jiang Xiaochao’s chubby cheeks into a deformed shape, Hu Yao slapped his hand away and gently coaxed the unjustly wronged Jiang Xiaochao, “Let Dad make you another one. We’ll do it after dinner, okay?”

Jiang Han was quite good at carpentry. When he had free time, he would make some small things. Jiang Xiaochao’s room had a small table and chair, as well as some other toys, all made by him.

Hu Yao said this, and Jiang Xiaochao’s pouting mouth slowly relaxed. He looked at Jiang Han uncertainly, “Dad, remember to make me one.”

He looked like he would only forgive Jiang Han if he got his little stool back.

“Dad will make it.”

“Go away!”

Hu Yao and Jiang Han spoke at the same time, but their meanings were completely different.

Jiang Xiaochao’s mouth went down again. Hu Yao glared at Jiang Han, “You make it for him!”

It was his fault for provoking him and breaking his little stool and burning it.

“You’re quite bossy, Hu Yao. Did I agree to make it?” Jiang Han looked at her, met her reproachful gaze, and clicked his tongue.

Half an hour later.

Jiang Xiaochao was bouncing around the yard, helping Jiang Han clean up the small pieces of wood on the ground. His new little stool was almost finished.

“Dad, I also want a rattle.” Jiang Xiaochao softly requested, half-lying on Jiang Han’s legs.

“You want a fart, don’t think about it!” Jiang Han shoved him away with a stick.

“Make it for him.” Hu Yao brought him a glass of water. She couldn’t stand Jiang Xiaochao’s cute little face, so she smiled at Jiang Han and spoke for him.

“Yes, yes, Dad, make one for me~!” Jiang Xiaochao dragged out his voice, unusually meek and soft.

“What about the one you had before? It was only made a while ago. It didn’t break that fast even when you let the dog play with it!” Jiang Han scolded him, but in the end, he still made one. He even made one for Hu Yao, saying that there was too much wood left over, so he made an extra one for her to play with.

“Mom, your rattle is much bigger than mine.”

“Do you want to play with it, Chaochao?” Hu Yao blushed slightly as she handed it to him. She wasn’t a child anymore.

…

During Hu Yao’s illness, Du Ximei and Qiu Yingwen had also visited her, bringing her many things. Qiu Yarong even lent her her own little doll, saying in a baby voice that the doll was made for her when Qiu Yingwen was still a baby, and that it had kept her company when she was sick. It would keep Hu Yao company, and she would get better soon.

Actually, these words were what Qiu Yingwen had used to comfort her before. In the past two years, her little body had not been very good. Last year, it was even worse. She had to spend a lot of money taking care of Qiu Yarong, so she couldn’t afford to visit Hu Yao often. She had been meaning to see her,

Most of the time, it was her little doll that she played with.

Jiang Xiaochao couldn’t abandon her little blanket that she’d used since birth, and Qiu Yarong was her little doll.

Her little doll had been played with for so long, it was already tattered and about to fall apart, but she just couldn’t bear to throw it away. Qiu Yingwen sewed it up for her, and she even secretly replaced the cotton inside several times.

“She doesn’t even let me touch her little doll much, afraid I’ll throw it away for her,” Qiu Yingwen knew Qiu Yarong secretly lent the doll to Hu Yao, and couldn’t help but laugh.

She’s quite generous to Hu Yao.

Well, not really, that little girl seems to be quite generous to everyone, just to different degrees. If it were Tang Haofei, he wouldn’t get even half of this treatment.

Hu Yao smiled and returned the doll, which was neatly packed in a bag, to her. Many children’s behaviors are just strange and cute.

Jiang Han had been staying home from work for several days because she was sick. Now that she was better, she repeatedly assured him that she was fine. After hesitating for a long time, he finally went out, and before leaving, he personally sent her to Qiu Yingwen’s place.