Rebirth in 1980: The Farm Wife Makes a Comeback

"Let’s go, little fatty, time for bed."

Jian Zhiqing picked up the little fatty in Jian Zhiqin’s arms. The little fatty rubbed his eyes and let his tiny head rest on his shoulder, already too sleepy to move again.

Jian Zhiqing poured a basin of hot water, used a towel to wipe the little fatty’s hands and face, then washed his chubby feet. By then, the little fatty was fast asleep, dead to the world. He wouldn’t wake up until tomorrow morning no matter what.

He threw the towel into the basin, then tossed it in front of his brother.

"Jian Zhiqin, time for you to wash up and go to bed too."

Jian Zhiqin obediently slid off the sofa, washed his face and brushed his teeth, then climbed into bed. But he was feeling a bit unhappy.

"Brother only cares about my younger brother and not about me," he grumbled, pulling the blanket over his head.

Jian Zhiqing came over and directly pulled down the blanket, tucking it around his neck, "Wait until you’ve grown to be as big as your brother, then I’ll look after you every day."

Jian Zhiqin pouted, powerless to change the situation. He couldn’t shrink himself to become smaller. He could only grow bigger, but not the other way around.

Jian Zhiqing closed the door behind him. He wasn’t worried about the two little devils; they knew how to go to sleep on their own, whether it be Jian Zhiqin or Taotao.

Conghua came trotting over, wagging his tail back and forth.