"No, it's not that I'm not strong enough!" Wanwan was the most serious about telling stories. When she heard Uncle Yang Yang say such a wrong "plot", she couldn't help but jump on the spot.

"What's the reason?" Yang Jing smiled.

"I'm going to cooperate!" Wanwan first said the answer based on his memory.

But it seems wrong. Cooperate, how can ten people work together to break ten chopsticks?

She stood there cutely, blinking her big eyes, thinking for a while before she remembered what the logic of the original story was.

"That's right, the king told the prince to work together, so they were like ten chopsticks, and they couldn't break up!"

Because Yang Jing had turned sideways to grab a dragon bone and put it on, Wanwan followed his sight and said to Uncle Yang Yang while walking in the bedroom with many miscellaneous items.

"Well, uncle understands now. This story is about learning to unite and be friends with others. With more friends, many things will be easy to deal with in the future. If you are alone, you will be too weak and easily bullied, right?" Yang Jing stopped and laughed at Wanwan.

Have so many insights?

Wanwan was a little confused, but she felt that Uncle Yang Yang’s words made sense. After hesitating for a while, she still said "um" and pointed her little head.

"Okay, Wanwan goes out to play, or take a book to read it!" Yang Jing signaled Liang Xiaoyun to take Wanwan out, "Uncle also wants to assemble these furniture. It's too dangerous for you to be here."

This is true. The whole bedroom is in chaos. All the things I moved back are placed in the room. Many of them are hard steel pipes and hardware. Walking around in the room, it is easy to kick the toes or even bump into them.

"Yeah!" Wanwan nodded obediently, looked at Uncle Yang Yang who was bent over and working, and she went out with her mother.

"You are reading at home, and your mother will help Uncle Yang Yang." Liang Xiaoyun brought her daughter home, gave her some hot water to her cup, and reminded her, "Remember to drink more water later. I was too busy just now, and my mother forgot that your kettle had no water."

"Mom!" Wanwan called her this time.

"What's wrong?" Liang Xiaoyun remembered that the floor on Yang Jing was a little dirty. She turned around and went back to the balcony to get the broom, mop, and mop bucket.

Liang Xiaoyun, who is thrifty and thrifty, did not buy a new copy of these tools. Anyway, she had them at home, so she could just take them to Yang Jing to use them. Moreover, this guy is not a person who can do his own hygiene...

"Well, that's it, those uncles, those uncles said just now." Wanwan stood at the balcony door, blinking her big eyes and said to her mother.

"What did you say?" Liang Xiaoyun asked casually, stepping on the water from her shoes on the rag at the door.

"Say Uncle Yang Yang is Wanwan's father." Wanwan said excitedly.

"What did you say?" Liang Xiaoyun was stunned for a moment.

"No, no, they said Wanwan is Uncle Yang Yang's daughter, hehe!" Wanwan leaned against the door frame, twisted her little butt to the side, and said happily to her mother.

Although he knew this was just a misunderstanding, Liang Xiaoyun couldn't help but correct her when she saw Wanwan's excited look: "Wanwan, those uncles have made a mistake. Mom will remind them next time."

But Wanwan didn’t want such a response!

"Mom, Uncle Yang Yang, can Wanwan call Uncle Yang Yang in the future? Is it Yang Yang's father?" the little girl said to her mother expectantly.

How can this be done?

Isn’t the misunderstanding deeper?

Liang Xiaoyun is thinking about the "misunderstanding" between her and Yang Jing.

"Of course not. Uncle Yang Yang is Uncle Yang Yang, why did he become Yang Yang's father?" Liang Xiaoyun said with laughter and cry.

"Well, but, Uncle Yang Yang is very good... Mom likes Uncle Yang Yang." Wanwan said with a pouting mouth.

Liang Xiaoyun didn't want to talk about this issue with her daughter. But she suddenly remembered what she said about Wanwan telling Yang Jing about her birthday, and then took Yang Jing to the underwear store she couldn't bear to buy before...

After wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Liang Xiaoyun squatted down and said to her daughter: "Wanwan, mom will tell you something that you can't say nonsense! Uncle Yang Yang is not Yang Yang's father. You can like Uncle Yang Yang, but you can't call him dad, right? Uncle Yang Yang will misunderstand."

Wanwan didn't talk back to her mother. She just puffed her mouth and watched her mother go out with the mop bucket and other tools in silence.

After a while, the little girl muttered aggrievedly: "But Uncle Yang Yang likes mother too!"

...

"Why are you back? I thought you were going to cook." Yang Jing slashed his legs, bent over and tossed the iron racks. When he heard the movement of opening the door, he raised his head and smiled at Liang Xiaoyun.

However, Liang Xiaoyun looked at him with a little complaining look, which made Yang Jing a little confused - if he hadn't had his hands dirty, he would have wanted to scratch his head.

Liang Xiaoyun's angry little emotion lasted for less than a second, and she quickly put down the broom and mop and recovered.

"I'll help you." Liang Xiaoyun wanted to help him assemble this iron rack exhibition cabinet.

"No, I can do it myself. Don't come in, be careful to scratch you." Yang Jing said with a smile.

He actually knew that Liang Xiaoyun was not that fragile. People who were used to hard life, let alone calluses on their palms. Her thin shoulders were now becoming strong and powerful.

But these are all over, and Yang Jing still has to feel sorry for his own woman. He felt that he could do a heavy job alone, so he did not intend to let Liang Xiaoyun help.

"Then wait a moment. If you need help, call me again. I will drag the floor outside first. You will also record the video tonight." Liang Xiaoyun couldn't resist him and had to retreat from the bedroom.

I have to say that men have a particularly affection for these handmade jobs!

Liang Xiaoyun was sweeping and mopping the floor outside, and could keep hearing him jingling and clanging inside, and sometimes even humming unknown little songs.

What was singing this? She couldn't understand, but it felt quite interesting.

Liang Xiaoyun's movements were very quick. She quickly cleaned the huge living room.

Putting the mop and broom on the balcony temporarily, Liang Xiaoyun took out the bought curtains from the black plastic bag in the corner of the wall and spread them out.

"Is this considered... men farming and women weaving?" Suddenly, Liang Xiaoyun turned her head and looked at Yang Jing's back in the bedroom, and a strange thought popped up in her heart.

Although this idea was not appropriate, Liang Xiaoyun shook her head and "expelled" it, in her heart, wasn't she lingering with a faint sense of happiness?
Chapter completed!