Cannon Fodder Just Wants to Farm (MTL)

Chapter 82: The old mayor's embarrassment

He Zifeng dispelled the coldness from his body before entering the house. His son immediately flew over and threw himself into his arms.

He Zifeng hugged his son.

Xiao Heran didn't see He Zifeng for half a month after returning home, and asked Qiu Yu every day.

Ever since he started studying, little Heran has felt that he has grown up and is not allowed to be hugged. But today his father came back and made an exception: "Daddy." Ran Ran's voice was crisp and sweet.

He Zifeng smiled and said, "Hey."

Qiu Yu came in together and saw the two of them with a smile on their lips. He said: "Are you going back to the county today?"

"No need for the moment." He Zifeng said.

The weather is getting colder these days, and the business in the shops in the county has almost stopped, except for the morning porridge. Many people were introduced to work by He Zifeng, and fewer people came to drink porridge. It was enough to cook two or three pots a day without Qiu Yu.

Qiu Yu has been in the village during this time. Calculating it carefully, I haven't seen He Zifeng for more than half a month. I miss him too, but I can't get into He Zifeng's arms in front of my children.

Qiu Yu had a lot to say, but looking at He Zifeng's slightly thin appearance, he said, "Everything is fine at home."

He Zifeng nodded and said: "Thank you for your hard work." It is not easy to manage the home well. Fortunately, they stocked up a lot of firewood and coal before the cold, so the home was quite warm.

This warm place really made He Zifeng want to sleep. But I feel that it is too early to go to bed now, and I am afraid that I will not be able to sleep at night after sleeping during the day.

Just as he was hesitating, Mrs. Fang came in from the outside and saw He Zifeng, with a smile on his face: "I heard the door ring just now and thought I heard it wrong!" Then he looked at He Zifeng and said after a while: "I have lost weight."

He Zifeng stayed in the county government office every day. There were many things going on there, and he could not sleep for more than two hours a day.

"No, maybe it's because of the clothes." He Zifeng didn't want them to worry.

Mrs. Fang smiled and said, "I will steam some rice for you today. You won't be able to eat anything good there." For people in the village, rice porridge is considered a snack. Rice is even more luxurious.

Qiu Yu said: "Yes, let's steam another bowl of egg custard."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Heran's eyes lit up: "Can I eat it too, little daddy?"

All the adults in the room laughed.

They have such a precious child in their family, how could they not have a share in making delicious food?

Qiu Yu said: "Yes!"

He Zifeng originally wanted to say that there was no need to prepare delicious food for him. But seeing his son waiting eagerly beside him, he was too embarrassed to disappoint his son.

Little Heran also likes to eat egg custard with a little balsamic vinegar on top. He can even eat half a bowl of it.

On weekdays, only Qiu Yu and Fang are at home, and they cook something to eat. Now when He Zifeng comes back, everyone prepares delicious food for him.

The little boy also took advantage of it.

He Zifeng held the child for a while and put the child on the kang.