On weekends, the children do their own food and clothing.
Grandma went to pick up scraps, uncle went to deliver food, and Lang and Xiaoqi took Xiaolang at home.
"Let's play the game of pretending to be a house," Xiao Langhua jumped up and down excitedly, "my brother will be my father, and my cousin will be my mother."
Xiao Qi was unhappy, "Why didn't I play your father and my cousin play your mother?"
"That's right, I asked my cousin to play my mother." Xiao Langhua tilted her head and looked at Xiao Qi puzzled.
"I mean," Xiaoqi pointed at Lang who was doing homework, "Why don't you let your cousin play your mother?"
"I asked my cousin to play my mother!" Xiao Langhua said the word "cousin" very emphatically, "You are my cousin! Aren't you my cousin? Cousin, cousin, Are you my cousin?"
Xiaoqi only felt that one head and two big: "I don't want to be a cousin, no, no, I don't want to be your mother!"
Lang laughed: "Xiao Qi, she's just pretending to be a kid, but it's not real. Like me, I'm just playing Xiao Langhua's father, but not my real father."
"Okay then." Xiao Qi gave in.
Xiao Langhua hugged Xiaoqi happily: "Great, I have a mother, mom, mom, I'm hungry."
Xiao Qi let out an "ah" and looked at Lang: "Cousin, Xiao Lang Hua said she was hungry."
Lang waved his pen-holding hand at Xiao Qi, and said, "Xiao Qi, I told you it's time to play house, there is no cousin, only father and mother, so you should call me 'husband'."
Xiao Langhua shyly and excitedly laughed and danced and called: "Hahahaha, husband"
"Xiao Langhua, Xiao Qi called me 'husband', you should call me 'Daddy'."
"Oh," Xiao Langhua shyly covered her mouth and called out with a smile, "Dad¡ª"
Lang knocked on the table to remind Xiao Qi: "It's your turn, Xiao Qi, what should I call me?"
Xiaoqi wanted to scream but felt embarrassed, under Xiaolanghua's expectant eyes, he finally finished his struggle and whispered: "Husband!"
"Wife." Lang Da responded generously.
Xiao Langhua rolled on the ground laughing again: "Hahahaha, you two are husband and wife."
"Little Langhua, do you have a bit of game spirit?" Lang looked at Xiao Langhua on the ground with hatred, and said, "Didn't you say you want to play the game of pretending to be a house? The game has already started, why don't you continue?" Played?"
Xiaolanghua got up from the ground, tilted his head and recalled: "Then where did I just act?"
Xiaoqi said: "You said you were hungry."
"That's right, that's right," Xiao Langhua was excited when she remembered, pointing to Xiaoqi and said, "I said, Mom, I'm hungry."
Lang also looked at Xiaoqi and said, "Honey, Xiao Langhua said she was hungry, why don't you cook for her?"
Xiaoqi was not convinced: "Why am I cooking?"
"Because you are a mother, and mother cooks. Since when did you see your father cooking? My father always sits on the sofa and reads newspapers." Lang said, getting up, taking a book and sitting on the sofa, While raising Erlang's legs, he looked up.
Xiao Qi felt that something was wrong: "My father also cooks, and he also washes the dishes and mops the floor."
Lang said: "That's your dad. My dad doesn't cook, wash dishes, or mop the floor. He doesn't read newspapers either. He just sits on the sofa and plays games."
Lang said, throwing the book in his hand aside, "My father is also Xiao Langhua's father."
"Okay." Xiao Qi gave in again, very reluctantly, but still walked towards the kitchen. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com