Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1240: Leisure Time 5

Chapter 1240: Chapter 1240: Leisure Time 5

Now that Feng Qingxue had made up her mind, Lu Jiang sent a letter home asking Guan Cheng to come and pick up Lu Tianzhi and Guan Yu at the beginning of spring.

Although Lu Jiang was reluctant to live apart from his wife and child, he was clear that his wife had considered all the issues. Just as she had said, the priorities were the child, learning, and the interpersonal relations within the family compound.

Lu Jiang never felt that because his position was high, people with lower status must fawn over him and his wife and children. Respect was acceptable, but fawning was excessive. Such behavior was unwelcome, as it shouldn’t become the norm in the family compound. Once such a norm developed, it would be difficult for soldiers and their families to interact as equals in the future.

Moreover, with the Soviet Union showing signs of movement, the northwestern military region was on high alert. Lu Jiang’s work had grown increasingly busy, spending most of his time in the military or at headquarters, discussing various issues related to border defense.

His wife and child’s temporary departure was the best choice.

Therefore, Lu Jiang especially cherished the time he had left with his wife and child. The couple were most concerned about Zhuangzhuang, who was sickly despite being one year old.

In contrast, Dundun and Xiongxiong were growing up white and chubby, as strong as little calves, toddling everywhere around the house.

Flashing a grin that showed their nearly identical two front teeth, they dribbled shiny saliva.

"Ah!" Xiongxiong opened his mouth wide at Fubao.

Fubao looked at the egg custard in the bowl, spooned a scoop into his mouth, then gave the next scoop to Dundun.

Xiongxiong was naughty, lowering his head and butting into Dundun’s belly, toppling him onto the ground.

Watching Dundun sit on the ground and bawl, Xiongxiong moved gleefully to Fubao to open his mouth wide again, "Ah ah!"

"Xiaoxiong, why are you so naughty? Naughty children don’t get egg custard!" Fubao put the bowl on the chair and struggled to pick up Dundun. But Dundun was wearing too much, a cotton-padded jacket and trousers, so round and puffy that Fubao couldn’t wrap her arms around him, and she couldn’t lift him. Eventually, she also ended up sitting on the ground, "Dundun, you really are too heavy, I can’t lift you."

Thinking his sister was playing with him, Dundun immediately turned tears into smiles and stretched out his arms to her, "Sis!"

"Dundun, you’re a good baby," Fubao complimented him, then turned to look at the mischievous Xiongxiong, only to see that he had accidentally knocked the bowl onto the ground, shattering it and scattering the golden egg custard.

"Xiongxiong!" Fubao yelled fiercely!

Lying on the ground and sticking his bottom up, Xiongxiong was about to lick the egg custard mixed with broken porcelain pieces when Lu Jiang picked him up.

With a big hand grasping the back strap of Xiongxiong’s one-piece cotton pants, Xiongxiong flailed in mid-air.

In the midst of his flailing, he still turned to see who was grabbing him

"Lu Erxiong!" Lu Jiang was furious, his face turning iron blue, "What’s with you, you little rascal? Do you realize you’re only one? A one-year-old baby should just sit on the kang and wait for everyone to feed them!" It had only been a moment’s turn of his head.

Xiongxiong blinked his round, dark eyes, crying out "Ah ah," his longing gaze fixed on the egg custard on the floor.

Feng Qingxue was sitting on the kang feeding Zhuangzhuang. She had barely managed to coax Zhuangzhuang into taking a bite of the egg custard when she saw this scene; her headache was almost exploding, "Alright, quickly sweep up the broken porcelain, don’t let it cut the children’s hands or feet, and prevent them from falling over it."

Lu Jiang placed Xiongxiong on the kang and hurried to sweep the floor.

Watching the now empty chair, Dundun pouted, and large tears finally rolled down from the eyes of the otherwise stoic boy.

"Don’t cry, Dundun, don’t cry!" Fubao, a little over four years old, couldn’t console her brother and was beside herself with worry, frantically shouting and stamping her feet, "Dad, dad, is there any more egg custard? Dundun is crying!"