Dressed As the Villain’s Mother

It was almost noon after planting the cabbage. Cheng Yangjiao looked at the cabbage seedlings in the field and said, “Panpan is the best.”

Being praised, Zhu Pan was a little cramped, embarrassed, and subconsciously said: “No.”

Aunt Fang immediately said: “Panpan is used to doing it at home, but Zhile and Ningyi are the best ones. They are all planted for the first time.”

Cheng Yangjiao said: “Xiao Fang, I’m speaking from the facts. Panpan did a good job, Zhile and Ningyi are fine, the children should be praised.”

Aunt Fang said, “Yes, yes.”

Cheng Yangjiao did not say anything more. She did not like to care about the education of other people’s children, but sometimes she would say a few words when she could not stand it.

Ji Zhile is very capable of selective listening. Hearing what Grandma said, a big smile appeared on his face: “Grandma, I also think I planted very well. When we go to school, the teacher will ask us what we did on the weekend. I will tell the whole class that I planted cabbage, they must be very envious of me.”

Zhu Pan quietly glanced at Ji Zhile, not quite understanding why some people would envy others for growing cabbage.

“Zhile, then do you want to write an essay to commemorate it?” Si Tian was very devilish. She immediately remembered that she went on a spring outing when she was in elementary school. Every time she came back, she would have an assignment to write an essay on the theme of the spring outing.

But it’s a pity that Ji Zhile is still very young, he doesn’t understand: “What is composition, Mom?”

Si Tian did not want to recall the nightmarish past and stroked his hair: “You will understand when you grow up.”

Ji Zhile let out an ignorant ‘Oh’ and decided to ask his brother when his mother was away. My brother must know at this age.

He went to wash his hands. His hands were full of mud, he rinsed them with water, and came back.

When Si Tian saw the dirt left on his hands, she couldn’t take it anymore. She took his arm and walked to the faucet: “I’ll wash it for you.”

Si Tian recalled the seven-step hand-washing method in her mind and then explained to Ji Zhile: “First this, then that, you must wash every detail.”

Ji Zhile’s hand was raw in vain. They were soft when kneaded and they felt very good, so Si Tian could not help kneading more.

Ji Zhile blinked and said, “Mom, will my hands be this big when I grow up?”

He stretched out his palm, pressed it to Si Tian’s palm, and made comparisons hard.

“It will.”

Ji Zhile became happy. The child has a natural love for water. At first, Ji Zhile obediently let her wash his hands. After a while, he curled up to pick up the water and carefully held it in his hand to play with. All of a sudden, he got so playful that he spilled it all and it even splashed on Si Tian.

Si Tian died staring.

Ji Zhile thought for a while and said, “Mom, I still want to wash my shoes.”

As he said that, he repeated the same trick, scooping up water and splashing it on the ground, forming a small pool of water splash. He raised his foot and stepped on it, making a crackling sound while giggling.

The veins on the back of Si Tian’s hands twitched.

Ji Zhile did not realize it at all. He was still happily scooping water and treading water happily. He felt that Grandma’s house was much more fun than his own. There was a big vegetable field and he could directly pour water on the ground and step on it.

Just opening his mouth while playing, the back of his neck tightened.

“Come back with me!” Si Tian’s voice came, full of anger.

Ji Zhile stopped scooping water immediately: “Mom, I’ll go back by myself.”

After struggling to no avail, Si Tian took him to the room and asked him to change his shoes.

Si Tian stood, looking at the water all over Ji Zhile’s body, never expecting that he would get his whole body wet when she planned to wash his hands.

Ji Zhile blinked his big eyes and said softly, “Mom, I won’t play in the water anymore.”

Si Tian squeezed out a smile: “Don’t you want to wash your shoes?”

Ji Zhile hummed, of course, it was a lie. He said it blindly in order to play with water.

“Then, wash it.” Si Tian showed a very understanding smile, “How easy is it to wash your clothes, change your shoes, and take your original shoes to wash. I will ask your grandma to get you a brush.”

Holding the shoes, Ji Zhile was a little at a loss: “Mom…”

Si Tian urged him: “Go and wash it quickly.”

Ji Zhile walked out with his head down and his shoes in his hands.

“What’s wrong?” Ji Zhile heard Grandma’s voice.

Ji Zhile blinked, trying to be miserable: “Mom asked me to clean my shoes.”

Grandma said: “Ah, that’s it, then go quickly, there are brushes outside.”

Ji Zhile’s delusional dream of escaping punishment was shattered and he stood by the faucet.

As soon as Ji Ningyi walked over, he saw his mother washing Zhile’s hands and then took Zhile back. He washed his hands himself, he is older, so he can wash himself clean.

Zhile can’t do many things well, so he needs his mother to help him. He can do everything well, so he doesn’t need help. It’s just that he saw it but was still envious.