Chapter 310: Husband and wife as guests in the home

Han Yufei fluttered her big eyes, her little face full of anticipation. She was very interested in food. Sometimes, Han Songlin was quite worried that Han Yufei, who could eat, would become a little chubby or something.

But after careful observation, it seemed that Han Yufei had not gained weight.

She eats a lot, but she hasn't gained any weight!

Doesn't that mean her digestive ability is not good?

Han Songlin had to admit that he was very concerned, and he had also observed Han Yufei's poop, which was no different from that of ordinary people.

It seemed that her digestive ability was quite good.

Then Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan discovered that Han Yufei seemed to be very smart.

Liu Yuyan usually taught Han Yumeng to recognize words at home, and Han Yufei listened on the side and actually learned it as well.

Such a performance really surprised people.

Han Yufei showed a talent beyond the ordinary, and after discussing it, Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan decided not to rush to cultivate Han Yufei.

Forget about reciting Tang poems at the age of three and knowing a thousand characters at the age of five.

Just let things take their normal course, let Han Yufei play when she should, and don't do anything like trying to force growth.

There are too many Zhong Yong's in the world.

'If there is dragon's meat, Dad doesn't have any. If we really find it in the future, we will definitely give it to our Autumn!'

Han Yufei looked cute: 'Really?'

'Let's pinky swear!'

'Pinky swear!'

Liu Yuyan looked at the father and daughter with a smile, and after taking everything out, they simply divided it up.

Han Songlin had bought far too much.

'You bought so much, you can't just say that you'll cook it all,'

Han Songlin looked at the bags that had already filled the countertop and agreed that he had bought too much. It was really hard for him to break the habit he had developed over the years.

'Just do it!'

'Okay!' Liu Yuyan rolled her eyes at Han Songlin. He never knew how much to buy, and every time he went shopping, he bought more than he could use.

For example, when cooking a dish with cucumbers, one cucumber is absolutely enough, but Han Songlin would buy two.

You tell me, should I fry them both, or leave one behind?

If I fry them both, there's bound to be too much; if I don't fry them, I'll eat cucumbers today, and tomorrow I'll want to switch to another dish.

So I'll just leave them behind.

If I leave them behind for a long time, I'll even less want to eat them.

Throw them away?

That would be a waste.

At this time, it's especially embarrassing.

I don't want them, but I feel it's a pity to throw them away; I might want to eat them that day if I keep them.

As I keep them, they rot.

Now, at last, I can stop hesitating and agonising.

Han Songlin carried Han Yufei to the living room, where Han Yumeng was lying asleep on the sofa.

In recent days, the temperature had gradually risen, so there was no problem with Han Yumeng sleeping on the sofa.

Gently rearranging the blanket on Han Yumeng, he looked at the three kittens also lying on the sofa.

The three kittens looked at Han Songlin when he came over, and they all looked at him at the same time, which made him feel a little funny.

At half past five, Han Songlin went out to pick up Han Ting from school.

As a school affiliated with the Xinghai Group, Hongxing Middle School naturally took the parents' time into consideration when it came to school hours.

Special primary school, pre-school students.

In order to allow students to develop morally, intellectually, physically and aesthetically, the last two classes of the afternoon at Hongxing Middle School do not involve cultural subjects, but art, music, physical education, moral education or labour classes.

You read that right, there is indeed a labour class.

Hongxing Middle School has bought some land in the surrounding area specifically for the labour class, and then divided it into small plots, with each class being assigned a plot.

As for what exactly is grown in the land, it is up to the children in the class to decide.

They can grow flowers or vegetables.

Han Ting was chatting away on the way, talking about things at school. When she got excited, she would dance around.

Han Songlin listened with a smile, feeling that Han Ting's life at school was quite interesting.

This is good.

What's there to be afraid of, making children feel that school is no fun.

'Who is Guo Yang?' Han Songlin noticed that when Han Ting talked, apart from Yang Mei, the person she talked about most was Guo Yang.

Han Songlin naturally knew who Yang Mei was.

Yang Dawei's youngest daughter and Yang Erbao's younger sister.

She was on good terms with Han Ting.

Han Ting couldn't understand what Han Songlin was thinking: 'Guo Yang is my classmate!'

Han Songlin suddenly realised that he had been a little too nervous.

What could a child possibly understand right now?

It's not until the second or third year of primary school that they start to become aware of these things, and by the fifth or sixth year, they've basically already understood everything they need to.

Are you saying that primary school students are precocious?

Anyway, each generation exaggerates more than the last.

'Do you think school is fun?'

Han Ting nods seriously: 'It's fun!'

'More fun than kindergarten?'

'Well, I'm tired of playing with the toys in kindergarten.'

Han Songlin's mouth twitches a little. What's going on?

It seems that Han Ting really had a good time in preschool.

When they got home, Liu Yuyan had almost finished preparing the stew, and all that was left to do was stir fry two dishes.

They just didn't know when Luo Xiaozhong would be arriving.

At 7 o'clock, there was a knock on the door, and Han Songlin hurriedly went to open it.

Sure enough, Luo Xiaozhong and Li Yuan were standing there!

'Come on in!'

'Do you want to change your shoes?'

Han Songlin waved his hand and said, 'No need to change, just come in!'

After greeting Li Yuan, Han Songlin was a little surprised that Li Yuan would actually come to Jiangzhong with Luo Xiaozhong.

Jiangzhong may be a prefecture-level city, but compared to the capital, the gap is huge.

'This is my wife, Liu Yuyan! These are our three children. Come, call Uncle Luo and Auntie Li!'

'Hello, Uncle Luo!'

'Hello, Auntie Li!'

Luo Xiaozhong and Li Yuan's faces were even happier. People always unconsciously wear a smile on their faces when faced with cute children, as if to let them feel all the beauty in the world.

Li Yuan was instantly charmed by the three little ones and crouched down: 'Well, hello! Tell auntie, what are your names?'

'Auntie Li, I'm Han Ting, I'm the eldest!'

'I'm Han Yuming, the second child!'

Han Yufei tilted her head and looked at her two sisters, saying something that was not very smooth: 'I'm Han Yufei, the youngest!'

Li Yuan: "Haha, come, let auntie hug you!'

Luo Xiaozhong found it a little funny, did Li Yuan like children so much?

"She is my wife, her name is Li Yuan!' Luo Xiaozhong introduced to Liu Yuyan.

After holding the baby, Li Yuan got up and said to Liu Yuyan, 'Sister Liu, your three children are really so cute, it makes people envious.'

Liu Yuyan was naturally very happy to hear people praise her children.

Parents all have a little hobby, which is to hear people praise their children.

'Oh, they are just a bunch of little trouble-makers!'

Han Ting pouted and retorted, 'Mommy is the trouble-maker, we are all good children!'

Liu Yuyan smiled at Li Yuan, as if to say, 'You see, I was right!'