A Cannon Fodder Female Partner To Raise a Cub In The Era Novel

Chapter 142: Slow work produces careful work

 “Okay, don’t get rid of it!”

Li Jing respects Zai Zai’s thoughts.

 “Xiaoya has grown up a lot!”

 Jiang Weiguo sighed with relief.

When Second Sister Jiang was here, Xiaoya was a little more lively, but after she left, Xiaoya's spirituality was completely gone and she looked dull and silly, otherwise she wouldn't be called a fool by the villagers.

Li Jing took care of her for a few days, and Xiaoya grew up a lot, or became a lot smarter and more lively.

Li Jing couldn't help but look back at Jiang Weiguo, her dark eyes kept looking at people, which could pull out people's souls.

 “The reason why little Ya doesn’t grow is because she is abused and doesn’t have enough to eat, so how can she grow?”

Slender and small, the body can't keep up with development, and the intelligence can't keep up, the president is strange!

Jiang Weiguo: "..." Does this mean he abused Xiaoya?

 Jiang Weiguo pointed at himself and opened his mouth to explain, but could not.

 It was only half a month from the death of Second Sister Jiang to the time he adopted Xiaoya.

Xiaoya was so hungry when she first arrived at his place. In addition, the child's stomach was weak. Jiang Weiguo didn't dare to feed her any greasy food, so he secretly raised her slowly.

On the day of the wedding, he received a notice from his work unit. He actually wanted to prepare food for Xiaoya before leaving, but someone sent by the factory director locked him in the car and took her away.

 His leave took too long, and the factory director was already angry.

 And he also thought about it carefully. Even if the wife he married didn't work without him, he still had his son, so there was no need to worry.

He thought a lot about Xiaoya, and he just took care of his two sons.

If you want to live, you can work by yourself to earn work points. If you want to go to school, you can find a way to go to school by yourself.

 At six years old, he is already a little adult. How can he still rely on others?

Li Jing ignored Jiang Weiguo, took the buns, and led Jiang Xiaoya outside to call the two bastards.

 Outside, the three editors, Jiang Xiaowen and others, are working hard.

 Jiang Xiaowen has been editing it since before, and it is almost ready. Jiang Xiaoxin had not been very successful in handicrafts in the past, but this time he knitted them well. It felt like his hands were not his own, and they were so flexible that he was so excited that he felt like he had been given a shot of blood.

Li Xiaopang is not only slow in speaking, but also slow in doing things. When Jiang Xiaoxin taught him what to say, he always responded well. When it was his turn to do it, he still couldn't stop thinking about it over and over.

 Slow work leads to careful work, this is what his father has always taught him.

Li Jing said nothing when she came over. Jiang Xiaowen and Jiang Xiaoxin heard the footsteps and raised their heads one after another.

 “Mother!”

“Mom, come and see if I made it up okay?”

 The one who spat out a lot of words was naturally Jiang Xiaoxin.

He watched Li Jing eating meat buns, but he actually resisted getting up. He picked up the small, shapeless dustpan he had made and happily showed it to Li Jing.

Li Jing took a look and said, "Not bad, it's ready!"

Looking at Jiang Xiaowen’s work again, “The editing is quite exquisite!”

 It was Li Xiaopang’s turn and he also commented, “After the burrs are knitted, burn them with fire. There is no need to polish them so smooth now. Do you want to knit them until next year?”

Li Xiaopang has only braided the length of his fingernails so far, and he has been trimming it. This speed is really worrying.

He smiled naively, listened to Li Jing's opinion, and ignored the burrs that made him look extremely unpleasant, but still made the things he knitted neat and smooth.

Li Jing finished speaking and took another dumpling in her hand.

She only concentrates on eating when she doesn't think about anything else.

 As soon as she finished eating, Jiang Weiguo had already brought two more over there.

“Here, this is stuffed with pork and fennel. Fennel and wild vegetables have a unique taste. It seems to taste better than pork vermicelli!”

This piece should be called the male protagonist’s whitewashing history

 (End of this chapter)