Who dares to peek at his mother-in-law taking a bath?

  When it comes to the little piglet by her son's side, Huā Xīyán only has one word: Big Head.

  Although small in size, it has been raised for six years and its head has never grown bigger, only its appetite...

  Pushing open the door and stepping across the threshold, I heard a voice from inside:

  Dada!

  Creaking and groaning.

  Hmmm hmmm hmmm.

  Huā Yùyán supported her head with her hand, closed her eyes, and didn't dare open them again inside the house.

  Her son held chopsticks in one hand, and Huamu Rong's small hands holding chopsticks were not very agile. The chopsticks picked up one long and one short, but it didn't hinder the chopsticks from being like a broom, sweeping the rice from the bowl into his small mouth. In an instant, that demonic and peerless little face was covered with grains of rice, on the corners of his mouth, nose, eyebrows, everywhere.

  He looks like a beggar, all tattered and worn out.

  On the table, another rolled-up ceramic bowl only showed half of a pink pig body and a curly pig tail sticking out of the mouth of the bowl. The pig's head was naturally stuffed inside the bowl. The speed at which this pig eats can be imagined by looking at the scene where the mountain of rice piled up at the mouth of the bowl is instantly sucked in like a whirlwind.

  Hua Yu Yan was shocked and lost color when she saw the table piled with over a dozen empty bowls, and rushed back to the kitchen to lift the lid of the rice cooker.

  My goodness!

  She had prepared enough food for twenty people at noon, and now only a layer of golden crust was left at the bottom of the pot.

  The softness of Huayu's legs was like a gentle breeze.

  She had just stuffed a bag of silver and let Wu Yiniang escape, knowing that the family's silver was already in short supply, and it was time to tighten their belts. However, her son and the pig's food became more extravagant instead. Moreover, Hua Xiyuan had always been strongly suspicious that no matter how much silver she earned, as long as her son and the pig existed, her family would never get rich.

  "Mother." Two small hands holding a small bowl, wanting to go into the kitchen to add rice, a child and a piglet saw Hua Xiuyan at the door, their faces simultaneously stunned.

  Huā Yù Yán reached out and pinched her son's nose, which had a grain of rice on it like a little mouse: "You're so bold, Mù Mù, you ate all the rice, what will we eat tomorrow? Are you treating your mother's words as nothing but rumors?"

  "No, no, it's not like that. Nini, Nini eats a lot, just looking at her belly makes me hungry." The voice of the one whose nose was pinched by her mother sounded muffled and unclear.

  The plump pet pig, upon hearing its master's words, widened its two moist eyes in surprise. The pig's eyes stared blankly and its mouth hung agape: You eat a lot, what does that have to do with me?

  What can be done about Huayu's appearance? The food has been eaten, and it wasn't stolen by anyone else, but rather by her own son.

  Let go.

  Huā Mù Róng was carrying a small nose pinched red by her mother, ran into the kitchen, and from the corner of the straw pile, she dug out an earthen pot. With both hands holding it, she ran to her mother's face and said: "Mother, I left you some rice, afraid that the mouse would eat it, so we hid it."

  What could be in the kitchen? The mice were all afraid of her son and that pig, because when they got hungry, they would eat anything, and the mice were scared to death.

  Taking the earthen pot from her son's hand, Hua Xiuyan hugged him and pulled him into her arms. Her son's warm and soft little body made her feel like she was holding a pillow: "Mumu, are you full?"

  "Mother eats, Mu Mu has eaten enough."

  Raising a child, there's no greater joy than hearing your child say this.

  "Come on, Mom will take you to wash up first, look at how dirty you are, your face is all covered in food."

  In ancient times, there was no shower room, and the thatched house was too shabby. Huayexuan boiled hot water, carried a large wooden bucket, and went to the room to clean her son.

  Hua Mu Rong climbed onto the stool to close the window, and saw that the paper on the window was thin, as if one could faintly see inside from outside. She beckoned with her small hand under the chair to the little pig: "Nini, come up."

  The little pig jumped onto the chair, then jumped onto his shoulder, and from there it jumped onto the windowsill.

  The little hand gestures for the piglet to align its buttocks with the window outside the courtyard wall. The demon's small face is stern and serious:

  "Nini, you stay here and keep watch. If anyone dares to peek at me and my mom while we're bathing, fart at them."

  Linghu Jingxu, who was lying on the wall, was startled by these words and lost his balance.

  Under him, the little book boy who was holding his stirrup was busy supporting his slipping foot, with hot sweat on his forehead: "Master, someone is attacking?"

  Ling Hu Jingxu stretched his head out of the wall again, saw the small pig's buttocks on the window facing himself, and the shaking eyes of the pig's buttocks seemed to be ready to obey the young master's orders at any time and emit a yellow gas.

  Two jade fingers pinched her nose tightly, risking being smoked to death, and stared at the figure in the window with wide eyes.

  Listen, Huamu Rong took off her clothes and got into the wooden barrel to soak in the bath. Two small hands grasped Huaxi Yan's face: "Mother, there is no one here, you quickly take off your facial skin."

  He wants to see his mother's beautiful face.

  Is she a waste product? Is she an ugly duckling who is actually a beautiful swan in disguise?

  The big red brocade robe stretched towards the window regardless of danger. But that little pig, although small, had a butt so big that it covered his field of vision tightly, not letting in any air, and he got possessed by evil spirits.

  "What are you looking at? Your mother looks like this." Huayu Yan patted her son's restless little hand.

  She didn't just cover her face, she took a transformation pill. Now that this has happened, if she's not careful and loses her disguise, it will arouse suspicion, which would be disastrous. At least she needs to endure for several days until the storm passes and everything is calm again.

  Huā Mù Róng put her little head into the water in the wooden bucket and blew bubbles: When can mother show her true face to people?

  Huā Yùyán tossed a black sheet over the wooden beam on the window, creating a full-black screen that blocked everything outside, including Líng Hú Jīng Xiǎo and Xiao Zhu Zǐ.

  The little pig didn't know if it was because of the heroine's distrust, but its buttocks suddenly farted and sprayed out gas.

  Yuck!

  Pinching his nose, he still couldn't hold back, and the big red brocade robe fell from the top of the courtyard wall and landed on top of the little book boy.

  A crow, cawing loudly, flew over the top of Huayu's house.

  At night, the mother and son snuggled in their quilt. Huayu used a small comb to tidy up her son's hair. Her son's hair was really good, beautiful, smooth, and didn't need any hair oil, not a single tangle. It made her blink, and suddenly she thought of that White-clothed General with three thousand black silk strands.

  Why did I keep thinking of this person again?

  "Mother." Perhaps feeling a little uneasy, the small hand that was dreaming clutched Mother's clothes and wouldn't let go.

  Mother is his, cannot be someone else's.

  No one can separate them mother and son.

  The next day, the county sent someone down. The catcher came to Wu's house and found no one. He walked to the neighboring Huajiu family, to the door, and the person below reminded the catcher: "It's a different courtyard of the Hua family."

  Huā Yùyán was lying in the house, listening to the sound at the door. After a while, no one dared to step inside. Later, after searching the village and outside, the capture team led by the captain left with a group of people.