Chapter 27 Huang Shiren worked for Yang Bailao

As soon as my friends saw me, they praised me: "Not bad! A pregnant woman, fat and fat, fat and strong." I smiled wryly and said, don't look at my face, I am Huang Shiren working for Yang Bailao! From the current point of view, I can be regarded as Huang Shiren's mother.Chen Oude was Yang Bailao who was extremely poor and had nothing. But as a landlady, I was assigned to run around by the little poor in my stomach.Appetite is completely independent of one's own will.That day, after I got home, I told Dad Chen that I wanted to eat sushi, and that I was in the anti-Japanese climax. Dad Chen sternly rejected my request out of nationalism, and changed the dinner to fish head rice noodles with Chinese characteristics.The result—Mother Chen vomited all the way home after eating, and there was not a single bite left.Chen's mother laughed at herself, if she followed the vomiting road signs, she could trace all the way to the home of the perpetrator.

Father Chen had nothing to do, the next day he could only put away his proud big Chinese mentality, and ran to the sushi restaurant to buy the dinner I had ordered for Mother Chen in desperation.All was well that night.Father Chen sighed and said, "If you want to be a hero, most of them must be unique. Otherwise, as soon as the enemy catches my son, I will immediately rebel." Mother Chen jokingly pointed to the headline "China-Japan Friendship" advocated by the government in the newspaper, and told Father Chen that the main reason is that your political views are not ahead of the times, while my family occasionally has a more political vision and built a bridge of friendship in advance.Father Chen disagrees: "There is no eternal friendship or eternal hatred, both far and near are driven by interests. Now I bow my head and give in. I will first raise my son fat, and when my son grows strong, I will turn against that little Japanese."

Last night after class, it was already 8:30. Mother Chen was very tired and wanted to go home and rest quickly.When I passed the station, my footsteps were non-stop, and I ran towards a famous restaurant in the distance, completely involuntarily.That kind of temptation, it feels like even if there is a minefield ahead, you have to brave the hail of bullets and go forward bravely. Mother Chen resisted the fatigue, stood in line for half an hour, ate a basket of steamed buns and a bowl of wontons according to the occasional request, and walked out of the restaurant with a full belch. Fatigued, my mood suddenly brightened, I hummed a little tune, got in the car and dangled home.

After several months of hard work, Father Chen already understood the status of mother and father at home, and he could not control himself at all.All food and drink must obey the command of the little rebel army in the stomach, which is only the size of a fist.Before every meal, my father would carefully touch Mother Chen's stomach and discuss with King Shan, "What shall we have for this meal?" Mother Chen laughed and said, what about your machismo back then?How come it's so airless now? Father Chen smiled wryly and said, "Maotou is still ignorant now, so I can't reason with him. I will deal with him naturally when he grows up."

Occasionally kicked his foot contemptuously in the stomach: "Hmph! I don't know who will take care of who!" Little Yang Bailao!As a landlord, I, Huang Shiren, have done my best.There is only what you can't think of, nothing I can't do.I just hope you grow up strong, don't pile up all the garbage that I don't like to eat on me, make me fat, and you are skinny, then I will suffer a lot.