Chapter 151 (2/2)

Duan Maochuan is only aunt Jiang's son. Xue Zhilan and Xu ranyun didn't take it in their eyes on weekdays, but the two little girls didn't dare to despise it at all. They knew that their master and grandma treated the young masters equally, so they welcomed the little guy in and served him with hot tea and a stove.

”It's snowing today. My husband left school after a class and asked us to come back and practice calligraphy. My brothers have gone back. I think my aunt said earlier that she would make me a pair of writing gloves, so I'll come and have a look.”

Duan Maochuan said as if he had to climb onto the Kang bed and sit down. He used to be very afraid of this aunt. His mother said that she probably did it when he fell into the water by the pond last year. However, since Lao Taijun's birthday, several children have been greedy for snacks in Chunfeng garden and often come over. Su wennuan is a warm reception. Unlike Xu ranyun, Xue Zhilan and others, she always puts on the airs of strict mother and likes to talk and laugh with the children. She is reasonable and doesn't keep a straight face. Moreover, there are many stories to listen to, not to mention those fancy snacks, Therefore, it was easy to buy off the hearts of several children, and Duan Maochuan was reduced to a member of the army of ”remember to eat or not to fight”.

So even though he was a little cowardly, he was always very relaxed when he came to Su wennuan. He didn't dare to be presumptuous when he was with his brothers. Today, it happened that his brothers couldn't come because of such and such things. The little guy immediately had a sense of pride in being the master, so he went to the Kang when he came, just because it was cold in winter, When they arrived, Su wennuan entertained them on the Kang.

”It's because of this, brother. Wait a minute. Our grandmother did it for a while last night, and it'll be done in two days.” Cong'er smiled and went to the inner room to get the half finger gloves made by Su wennuan for Duan Maochuan. Duan Maochuan's hands became cold in winter and had to practice calligraphy. A few days ago, he was scolded by Aunt Jiang for not writing because he was afraid of the cold, He cried and complained to Su wennuan about his grievances. Su wennuan comforted him and promised to make a pair of half finger gloves for him.

When Cong'er went in, Duan Maochuan saw half a bowl of ice cream left on the table. Suddenly, his little tongue couldn't help licking his lips and looked at the flowers on the ground. He knew that he couldn't have fun in front of the little girl. Su wennuan strictly stipulated that they could only eat one or two mouthfuls of ice cream in winter. So he turned his eyes and said to Hua Hua, ”I'm a little hungry at the moment. Go to the kitchen to see if there are any snacks and pick up a plate for me.”

”What a big breath! How old are you? Just ask for a plate of snacks.” Hua Hua Hua smiled a joke, but she still turned to the kitchen according to her words. There was no one in the room for the time being, so Duan Maochuan immediately picked up the small bowl in front of him and pulled the ice cream into his mouth one by one. Even if his mouth was numb with cold, he refused to relax: it's rare to have a chance to open his stomach to eat ice cream today, No one has robbed himself yet. How can we not eat enough?

It can be seen that the little guy is indeed Duan Tingxuan's son. He has no less talent than his father in stealing.

Until he swallowed the last mouthful of ice cream in the bowl, the little guy trembled with cold. Then he saw that Conger came out of the inner room with a pair of semi-finished gloves of Wanshou red satin in his hand. He smiled and said, ”I've been looking for it for a long time. It turned out that Grandma had been put in the bedside cabinet. Young master Chuan, look, six fingers have been sewn, and four more can be worn after sewing.”

Duan Maochuan got up, happily took over the gloves and gestured on his hand. Sure enough, after he took them in, his little finger could still show a tip. He shook his little hand, smiled happily, took off the little gloves to conger, looked out for a while, and asked, ”when can I come back?” (to be continued.)

PS: the back house is coming!