Reborn Baozi's father wants to farm

Chapter 13

As soon as it was daylight, this small town began to be lively. The old people who got up early to exercise had already packed up and went out. There were all kinds of small stalls lined up in the morning market. Put out your best-looking vegetables and wait for customers to come to your door.

This morning market is small in scale, people from several neighborhoods come and go, they are familiar with each other and have a fixed source of customers. It is not as noisy as other places, but very quiet. He lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

The air in the morning of April is slightly cool, and those who get up early to set up stalls have to cover an extra layer of clothes. At the end of the row of vegetable stalls, several seasonal vegetables are placed on shelves built of several boards. Those who get up early to buy vegetables When people pass by the stall, they almost involuntarily lighten their footsteps full of kindness.

Cheng Mo handed a small bag of red hot peppers to Aunt Liu who was waiting in front of the stall. Seeing her cautious appearance for fear of making a sound, he was moved and couldn't help smiling, "Don't worry, Aunt Liu. Can't wake up."

The middle-aged woman who was handing him the money glared at him, lowered her voice and reproached, "What nonsense are you talking about, children who don't sleep well are not good for their physical development, and the small bag is already thin enough."

Seeing that he was about to change the money back, he frowned, "Don't look for the money, you can decorate me with the pickled radish you soaked, the old man likes to eat it."

"How can I do that? Radishes are worthless, I'll give them to you..." Cheng Mo felt a little sorry, everyone took good care of him on weekdays, and they couldn't charge for pickles.

Aunt Liu stared, "Stop talking nonsense, put it on for me quickly, I have to go back and cook."

Cheng Mo had no choice but to take a food bag from the side, picked up two big white radishes from the jar in front of him, packed them up and handed them to her. Aunt Liu took them over, glanced at the child who was tightly covered in the stroller next to her, and walked away with a smile on her face. "When the food is sold out, bring a bag to my house to play, and I will steam some milk cakes for him."

The sky gradually brightened, and the number of people shopping for vegetables gradually decreased. Cheng Mo sat on the folding stool behind the stall to take a breath, only to find that the little guy nestled in a quilt had woken up at some point, Staring at him with round black eyes, he couldn't help being happy, and reached out to hug him with the blanket wrapped in him, "You're very energetic, are you hungry?"

The warmth and weight he received made him very at ease. At that time, because he was not healthy enough and might collapse at any time, he hanged himself against the tree in the yard, and spent most of the year in an unconscious coma.Baobao couldn't absorb enough energy from him. When he was born, he weighed less than four catties. He looked like a little mouse, and he could hold the poor man with one hand.For a long time, he was worried that this little thing would not be able to support him, but fortunately, he had grown so big after bumping and bumping along the way. Looking at him, his heart was filled with warmth and tenderness.

"Bag...bag..." Xiao Baozi babbled and waved his small hands, patting his arm, his dark eyes were stained with water, translucent like black pearls soaked in water, Cheng Mo picked up the bag wrapped in a hot water bottle The feeding bottle together, after testing that the temperature was just right, I stuffed it into his mouth, "Eat it quickly."

Little Baozi's round eyes bent, and the misty water became heavier, and he almost cried. He pushed the bottle out with his tongue, and yelled indistinctly, "Bag...Bag..."

Cheng Mo sighed helplessly. Back then, he was too lazy to give him a nickname, so he called him baby. Who would have thought that the little guy was learning to talk, and the first sentence he said was not to call him daddy, but only to call him "baby bag", which made the surrounding All the people called him Baobao directly.And I don't know if it's because he yelled too much or what happened. He really, really likes to eat steamed stuffed buns, and he clamors for them every day. If they don't give them to him, he refuses to eat them!

He was so stubborn at such a young age, he wouldn’t eat if he didn’t want to eat, as long as he was fed other things, he would spit it out for you, looking like he was fighting to the end, Cheng Mo wondered, what did he eat when he was a child, and he never ate anything. Not picky eaters, why doesn't this little thing follow him at all.

Seeing that he was about to cry immediately, Cheng Mo also felt distressed, and quickly put the baby bottle back, ready to close the stall and go back to steam the buns for him. The people next to him also came to help when they saw him. Li, patted Cheng Mo's shoulder, and joked, "You really dote on this kid, if my ass kid dares not eat, I will starve him for three or two days, let's see if he dares to choose, but your family The son is really beautiful, no wonder you love him, the child's mother is also a beautiful woman, look at this little mouth."

As he said that, he reached out to touch Xiao Baozi's face, Cheng Mo's face darkened, and he hurriedly stopped him, "Don't..."

It's a pity that it was too late, his hand had just touched Baobao's face, the little guy who had just closed his mouth opened his mouth, and he simply bit down on it, he let out a scream of the boss, which attracted people around Cover your mouth and laugh.Cheng Mo was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly touched the little guy's cheek lightly, persuading in a low voice, "Baobao...you can't eat it, spit it out quickly, Dad will make you a bag to eat when you get home."

Baobao's black eyes rolled, as if weighing the credibility of it, and finally he let go, corners of his mouth curved, revealing a mouthful of small white teeth, babbling, "Baobao... Baobao... "

Cheng Mo was even more embarrassed, and glanced at the obvious red mark on the man's finger, "Sorry, Baobao has been teething recently, and he has to bite everything he catches. Do you want to go to the hospital for disinfection and bandage?"

The man was surprised at first, and then he laughed heartily, "The little guy's teeth are quite sharp, why don't you bandage him, just wash it with salt water after collecting the stall, you can take the child back quickly, We'll have to make a fuss later."

He apologized three times in a row before he piled the stroller on the three wheels, tied the little guy to his chest and got into the car. The little guy was restless all the way, grinding his teeth with his clothes, Cheng Mo had to stop He pulled out his clothes several times, stuffed the teething stick that was cut into the shape of a pacifier into his mouth, and rubbed his little face, "Don't gnaw on things, be careful that your belly hurts."

The little guy is just giggling, his black grape-like eyes are turning wildly, and he looks like a ghost, which makes him sigh again. After having the little guy, the probability of him sighing is increasing, and recently it is more I almost made up for all the previous 20 years, and my temper has been worn down by small things for a long time.

After returning to the rented room and packing up the tricycle and the leftover food, the little guy was already so hungry that he didn't have the strength to make a fuss, but he still firmly refused to drink milk powder and kept clamoring for a bun.He locked the doors and windows, carried his bag into the bedroom, then stretched out his hand, touched the tree-shaped figure on it, and went back silently in his heart, and when a very faint white light flashed by, the two of them stood on his mountain Under the tree in the yard.

The air quality in the mountains is several grades better than that in the city, and the strong spiritual energy coming from the nostrils makes the drowsy little bun start to writhe vigorously on his chest again. In the bed, Baobao bent his eyes happily, and crawled on the small bed with both hands and feet. He liked this tree the most.