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    My mother and I live in the same community, only a few minutes walk.  Most of us eat together, and my wife always takes the time to cook there very consciously.  The mother is not in good health, so she just sits in command.  The elderly can comprehensively consider the eating habits of each member of the family and make overall arrangements.  My wife is used to being directed, and she always does it silently without any objection.  It seems that she is still far from the standard of a housewife.  "There is a long way to go!" I always use this tone to spur her, which will attract a stare from my wife, and sometimes even a light thump with a small fist.

    The family is eating dumplings happily, and of course my mood is even better.

    The child was also picked up by the wife to make fun of. Her big eyes glanced at each of us, and from time to time she giggled and cheered with our smiles.  My parents love my cute little granddaughter very much, and my mother always praises my granddaughter for being beautiful, just like me when I was a child.

    When we are alone, my wife will pick up the only surviving childhood photo of me and poke it: "You say, you are comparable to my daughter, with triangular eyes and a flat nose, and you always talk about it.  It¡¯s the same as when I was a child, why don¡¯t you say I¡¯m beautiful to give birth to such a beautiful daughter.¡±

    I hastened to flatter: "That's right, it's mainly because your genes are good."

    "Don't bother with the old man either." I added.

    My wife angrily put my jade photo back into the photo album: "I know, I'm just angry, why don't you never say that it's up to me."

    Ha, this is my lovely and willful wife.

    After dinner, my wife cleaned up the dishes, my mother helped look after the children, and my father and I watched TV.

    Father and son talk very little. My childhood was spent under the strictness of my father. So far I have married a wife and had children. My father¡¯s always serious face still makes me speak in awe.

    I briefly chatted with him about the world situation and learned that he likes to watch Phoenix TV.  Several elite hosts can always interpret our world from a unique perspective, and sometimes introduce some little-known events about the father's youth. The father watched with relish, and told the story with deep emotion according to the progress of the story.  His personal experience in that era.

    In the eyes of my sister and me, my father is a very wise old man, but his temper is a bit stubborn.  The old man has no hobbies, does not smoke, does not drink alcohol.  Before retiring, he had been working silently and hard in his own world, but his withdrawn personality made him have no friends. Finally, he was free and did not socialize. Only occasionally old people came and went in the activity place of the old cadres in the unit.

    Recently, the unit had a routine physical examination, and the results showed that the blood sugar was high.  The doctor suggested to be more active, and sent a six-character motto: open your legs and keep your mouth shut.

    Television took up most of my father's life.  Sometimes I will help my mother persuade my father with my sister to play croquet, billiards and other sports suitable for the elderly.  The father still had that majestic face: Got it.  We didn't dare to say anything more.

    Peeking at the skillful busyness of my wife, I feel a warm current in my heart.

    After graduating from a technical secondary school, my wife was assigned to work in a company. Through a friend's introduction, we met and fell in love.  Soon, she integrated into my family calmly and gracefully, and got the unanimous approval of my family.  After getting along for a year, we entered marriage naturally.

    ?Because my job requires me to be away often, my parents are not in good health, and my younger sister also married far away in Shijiazhuang.  Under the instigation of my understanding and reason many times, my wife finally gave up her job shortly after marriage and took care of her family with peace of mind.

    After two years of marriage, the arrival of a little life added a strong touch to our love.  The wife devoted herself to raising her daughter in the joy of being a new mother.

    The days are warm and sweet, and my wife and family get along very well.  I worked hard and meditated in my heart, I want to give my wife a relatively prosperous life and take care of her with the love of my life.  Always aim at her happiness and struggle!  struggle!  Ha, it's a bit like an empty slogan.

    After my wife finished the housework, I went to talk to my mother about the children. I leaned over to hug my daughter. Her big eyes flickered, and she looked at this person who had just been promoted to be a father.  The father fondled her little face lovingly, and the two of them giggled.

    "Mom and Dad, let's go." The wife stood in the hall and put on her coat, "Okay," the father responded.  The mother came out and repeated a sentence that she had emphasized many times: "Be careful not to let Dudu step on the quilt at night." We agreed, returned the child to the wife, and walked out of the house.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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