FSC [QT] Chapter 8.2

The people around him almost vomited, but Huo An happily accepted the little fun given by his wife.

Sister Diao’s tenderness was all for Huo An. When she looked at the stall owner and bargained, she became the frank and rough girl Diao she used to be.

The butcher always had a fierceness around him that no one else had, but now Sister Diao had a straight face again. The vendor always felt that Sister Diao was going to take out a machete and kill someone the next moment, so he did not play any tricks and quoted a real price, hoping to get rid of the plague god in front of his stall as soon as possible.

Sister Diao spent twenty cash to buy the jade hairpin made of sapphire and somewhat inferior in workmanship, but it seemed like she had gotten some kind of treasure.

“I will put the hairpin on for my wife.”

Huo An’s voice was always so gentle, making people feel like a spring breeze when listening to it. Sister Diao restrained her fierce expression, lowered her head shyly, and waited for her husband to put on the hairpin for her.

Huo An has a good taste. Compared with the big red silk flower that just did not suit Sister Diao at all, this sapphire hairpin could not be more suitable for Sister Diao. There are no other hair accessories on Sister Diao’s head. The overall look is clean and refreshing, not obtrusive.

“Nice.”

Huo An put on the hairpin for his wife, then took a step back to take a closer look, and gave her positive praise.

At this moment, Sister Diao’s mood was sweeter than eating honey. She wished that she could drag Huo An home now and give birth to a sister for her son.

“Brother, do you like clay figures?”

“Brother, do you like kites?”

“Brother, do you want to eat candied haws on a stick?”

Diao Jindong, the son of Sister Diao and Huo An, followed closely behind his cousin Huo Lindong. Although he was four years younger than Huo Lindong, he was nearly 20 centimeters taller than Huo Lindong.

Maybe it’s because the Diao family’s genes were too strong. There was almost no trace of his father Huo An in Diao Jindong. Instead, he looked like a replica of Mr. Diao, who was Sister Diao’s biological father. Before his eleventh birthday, he had already grown to almost 1.8 meters tall. It was said that the deceased Old Man Diao was nearly two meters tall. Diao Jindong was expected to be better than his predecessors.

Because they were a butcher’s family, the Diao family had no shortage of meat. Diao Jindong had grown taller and stronger in early winter, like a big mountain of meat, standing out among the crowd.

This boy was naive and liked to cling to his cousin the most. His mother said that both his cousin and his father were weak people who needed protection. His most important task today was to protect his thin cousin.

Therefore, from the moment he entered the city, Diao Jindong followed his cousin Huo Lindong step by step, using his tall and strong physique as a barrier to prevent the crowds from hitting Huo Lindong.

“No–”

Huo Lindong was about to say no, but suddenly, he thought of the hawthorn slice that he had snatched from the little fool’s hands that day and subconsciously changed his tune.

“Buy two bunches of candied haws.”

The candied haws were also made from hawthorn so that little fool would probably like them very much.

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