Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297: Chapter 297: So Happy I Could Fly

Little Zhuangzhuang was always excited. Mrs. Qin had bathed him, and wearing only his shorts, he ran to find Qin Han.

"Daddy, daddy, I’m going to school tomorrow, are you happy?"

Qin Han had just finished showering, and was carrying bathing water for Zhang Guilan, he casually replied, "Happy, I’m so happy I could take off flying."

"I’m so happy I could take off too, daddy, daddy, are you going to take me to school tomorrow?"

As soon as Qin Han entered the room, he saw Zhang Guilan just removing her coat, and his gaze deepened instantly.

With a sweep of his hand, he shooed the little nuisance behind him, "Go stay outside."

After he had poured water for his wife, he stepped out only to have his thighs embraced by a pair of small arms, "Daddy, daddy, are you going to school with me tomorrow?"

"Daddy has finished school, I don’t need to go anymore."

"But daddy can take me to school. I have a new backpack, new notebooks, and a new pencil case. Daddy, daddy, don’t you want to see them?"

Qin Han was annoyed beyond words; he had already seen them three times, "It’s time to sleep, go sleep with your grandma."

Zhuangzhuang refused and hugged his leg again, "I want to sleep with daddy; daddy still has to take me to school tomorrow."

Qin Han rolled his eyes, who agreed to that.

Grabbing the boy’s small arms, he headed for Mrs. Qin’s room, "Go sleep with your grandma, let your grandpa take you to school tomorrow. If you ask me, a real man doesn’t need to be escorted, stop being so whiny."

Today of all days, his wife finally relented on having a second child.

He had to take the time to work on making a baby, who had time to send this kid off.

Little Zhuangzhuang was tossed onto grandma’s kang bed, his little face puffed up in anger.

But when he turned to see his new backpack and stationery, he was happy again and closed his eyes contentedly with them in his arms.

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The next morning, after breakfast, Lin Chuxia was going to the food factory and took Zhuangzhuang to school along the way.

Today marked the start of the new semester, and the teachers were all there; Lin Chuxia handed Little Zhuangzhuang directly over to Xu Yun.

Just as she walked out of the school gate, she ran into the village chief who was headed to the pig farm.

Seeing Lin Chuxia, the village chief greeted her first, "Are you here at the school to find Qin Jiang’s wife?"

"It’s the first day of school, isn’t it? I’m helping my older brother send his child," Lin Chuxia replied, "Uncle Qin, are you heading to the fields?"

The food factory and the pig farm were in different directions, and seeing that Lin Chuxia was about to leave after greeting him, the village chief hurriedly stopped her.

"I’m off to check on the pig farm. Lin, do you have some time right now? You haven’t visited since the pig farm was built; why don’t you come with me and take a look?"

Lin Chuxia wasn’t interested in the pig farm; it was dirty and smelly, even though she had invested in it.

But since the village chief had extended an invitation, she naturally wouldn’t snub him.

"Sure, uncle, let’s go have a look together."

The pig farm currently housed nearly a hundred fattened pigs, ten sows, and one boar.

The village chief led Lin Chuxia to see the fattened pigs first; these piglets had already been castrated. Eight to ten in a pen, their fur gleamed and they were well-cared for.

"Our pigs are all fed grain and forage, directly fed with cornmeal and wheat bran, and the forage is all sweet potato vines and peanut vines," the village chief explained with a sigh.

"Reminds me, I’ve eaten this stuff during natural disasters. Back then, you couldn’t even think about finding cornmeal. Our family had a small pile of sweet potato vines, and Aunt Qin and I ground it into flour with a roller, then steamed it with water to feed everyone. Later, as the sweet potato vine flour became scarce, steamed dumplings weren’t enough, so we made porridge, and then we added tree bark and leaves—anything edible was mixed together. It no longer felt like we were living day to day; we just felt lucky to have survived another day. If someone had told me back then that we’d feed these to pigs, I might have felt murderous," he finished and then laughed to himself.