Strict Wife Of The '70s Manages The Household

Chapter 487

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Chapter 487

Lin Lan looked at Han Qingsong, “Are you still doing exercises today?”

Han Qingsong, “Naturally,” He handed the poplar stick to Lin Lan, took out the whistle from his left breast pocket and blew it twice.

“Oh my god!” Erwang yelled secretly and had to get dressed quickly.

Dawang quickly got dressed and woke up Sanwang as well.

The eldest two have already retained the habit of waking up early, but Sanwang still couldn’t do it even after a year of morning exercises.

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He was tired!

Han Qingsong didn’t let him off the hook. Even though he could end early and go back to bed, he wasn’t able to skip practice altogether.

Sanwang managed to get up in the end, but when he joined them, both of his brothers had already gathered asHan Qingsong was waiting for him in the yard.

“A whip for being late.”

Sanwang was still staring in a daze until he heard that sentence. Consequently, he ran out in a fright.

The wind was howling and the snow was falling…there was not even a dog on the street.

Only the three of them had morning exercises in the snow while being spied on by other children of the village. They all came out to watch the fun!

Sanwang wanted to open his mouth to complain to his Eldest Brother and Second Brother, but the cold wind blew into his mouth as soon as he opened it.

Sanwang, I am most definitely adopted.

The whole village smelled of delicious Laba congee, but without a doubt, Lin Lan’s family had the most delicious dish of all.

After stopping the fire, she let it sit for half an hour before she lifted it and placed it in the basin. She then added half a catty of brown sugar and stirred it before the aroma of the food bore a tinge of sweetness to it.

When the children sat around and started to drink the porridge, although the congee was still steaming hot, the potions in their bowls were ready to eat.

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Sanwang couldn’t wait any longer, so he picked up the bowl and took a big gulp. It was a little hot, but the taste was soft and sweet. He sighed with satisfaction, “This is the best Laba congee I have ever had in my life!”

“You’re still so young, why are you talking as if your lifetime lasted for decades?” Maisui joked.

“That’s right, this is also merely your first time having Laba congee,” Back then, Old Lady Han didn’t allow them to make this celebratory dish. At most, she would ask them to make some dilute red bean soup and take it as a win.

“I’ve never had Laba congee, but I’ve had congee before,” Sanwang said confidently, “This is so sweet! It’s so fragrant! Elder Brother Xiaowang, when are you going to run with me?”

Xiaowang, who was burying his head into the bowl of food, looked up and stared at him blankly, “Huh?”

“Sigh, you can still play the role of the biological son for a few more years,” Sanwang shook his head and sighed, “I don’t have a chance anymore…”

Feeling that Han Qingsong was looking at him, Sanwang quickly lowered his head and drank the congee obediently.

The Laba Festival was not a holiday for the children, which was why they still had to go to class as usual. However, because they got up early, it was only 7.30 a.m. even after eating their breakfast.

By then, there was a layer of snow outside as the grounds were covered in a layer of white, as if blanketed with wool.

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