Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1011: Ironclad Frog 3

Chapter 1011: Chapter 1011: Ironclad Frog 3

Fubao suddenly burst into tears, crying loudly with her tender little hands rubbing her eyes, while wailing, "I’m Fubao, my name is Lu Tianhui, I’m a little beauty, I’m not a clown! I’m a tidy good child! Brother is so stinky, so dirty, Brother is a stinky kid!"

Lu Jiang hurriedly put down the luggage he just picked up back to the ground, then hugged his daughter in his arms and gently kicked Xibao’s butt, "Don’t cry, Fubao, Daddy punished your brother for you, I kicked his butt."

Fubao hiccupped while crying, not comforted at all.

It was Feng Qingxue who knew her daughter better. Ignoring her son, who was rubbing his butt, she approached her husband, "Don’t cry, Fubao, when you cry, you’re not a little beauty anymore. A little beauty looks good only when she’s not crying."

The crying stopped, leaving only hiccups.

Seeing the tear stains on her daughter’s face, Feng Qingxue felt both distressed and amused as she took out a handkerchief to wipe her face.

"Our Fubao is the prettiest little girl in the whole brigade, and in mom’s heart, I love our Fubao the most. Come on, let’s go inside. We shouldn’t be out in the sun, or Fubao will get tanned, and mom will feel heartbroken."

Fubao grunted in agreement, "Don’t give the tasty stuff to Brother."

Xibao, who was lagging behind his parents and sister, heard this and immediately stopped rubbing his butt, jumping up, "Lu Fubao, you’re really too selfish, how can you not give me the tasty stuff? I’ll eat it, I’ll eat it, I’ll eat it! Auntie!"

His eyes quickly darted to Qingyun, focusing on the cream cake boxes.

"That’s enough, let’s talk about it inside." With so many children outside, from the size of the paper box, it was obvious that the cake was not big. How would they divide it? What they’d get wouldn’t even be enough to stuff between their teeth.

"Roger that!" Xibao immediately grasped Qingyun’s point.

He took two cream cake boxes and dashed into the house so fast he even forgot about the tin frog that others were winding up.

However, the children who played with Xibao were all nice, simple and naive.

Lu Jiang, being such a smart and cautious man, naturally had to clear away any nefarious influences from his grandson’s vicinity.

So when he saw that Xibao didn’t take the tin frog with him, and Goudan, whose face and body were dirty, handed the tin frog to Qingyun, "Auntie, you give this to Brother Xibao, we’ll come find him to play again this afternoon."

Feng Qingxue, who was in the yard, heard and turned back, "Goudan, you keep it and play. Once you’ve had enough, give it back to Xibao."

Goudan’s face showed surprise and excitement as he exclaimed loudly, "Thank you so much, big Auntie!"

He immediately ran back to the crowd, winding up the frog, and said, "Let’s continue playing, we’ll give it back to Brother Xibao before we go home."

As soon as his words fell, there was a cheer, and they all crouched down to watch the little frog jump forward.

Inside the main room, Xibao went to the cupboard to find a spoon and came back to open the cream cake box, handing a spoon to his sister, "Here, don’t say I’m selfish, I’ll eat the cream cake with you."

Fubao flicked her braids and snorted.

"Dad, will you feed me, please?" The little girl understood she ate slowly, and if she did so, her brother would eat most of it.

Feng Qingxue couldn’t help but smile and took the spoon, "Fubao, come here, let mommy feed you, and let dad bring out the radio. We’ll listen to it first, and then in the evening we’ll send it to Grandpa and the others."

"The radio?" Xibao jumped up suddenly, "The kind of radio that the grandpas in the courtyard have? I really want to climb inside and see who’s talking in there! Dad, will you open it and let me in, please?"

...When I was little, I had a tin frog; in the nineties, it was something to be proud of. Although tin frogs were popular in the eighties and nineties, they have actually been hopping around for seventy or eighty years as of now. Votes please, votes, monthly votes needed, it must be because my updates are so stable that many people don’t vote for me, crying.