The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 167 Fatty's Nightmare

If your son is upset, you have to comfort him right away.

Gan Minglan squatted down and opened her arms to him.

After a few breaths.

A tiny, squealing little ball of flesh bumped into my arms.

Wow! This is definitely not something an ordinary family's mother with ordinary strength could handle.

Gan Minglan pinched her favorite chubby cheeks:

"It's only been a little over a month, and my little one has gotten so much fatter! Your daddy really knows how to raise a child!"

The child had just cried out a few times and was still a little embarrassed.

When he heard his mother say he was fat, he was so scared that he cried and hiccuped.

"Aww, I'm not fat! My belly isn't fat!"

Five years after giving birth!

Before becoming a chubby kid, I never thought there was anything wrong with being chubby.

At home, his mother and grandmother really liked his fat.

Their way of expressing affection for him was by pinching and tickling him in various ways.

Every time the lady, who was about the same age as his grandmother, saw him, she would praise the Zuo family for raising such a child.

He even said he would be satisfied if his own child were half as chubby (cute) as him.

The person who said it did so without malice.

The more a child hears this, the more they will think that their chubby self is the cutest person in the world.

but.

Just two weeks ago, he was playing at the gate of the courtyard.

Several older children who were laughing and playing in the neighborhood shouted and yelled when they saw him.

One of the older brothers said.

The Tatars outside the city walls love to eat human flesh, especially small children like him who are all fleshy.

At the time, Fatty didn't understand what they were saying at all.

They just stared at each other blankly.

result.

When the neighborhood kids saw this, they were surprised that the newcomer wasn't scared at all (that's how their own parents would scare disobedient children).

Then they added an alarming weight.

There was a very clever child who probably knew that everyone in this area was from out of town, and perhaps he didn't understand their local dialect very well.

He then proceeded to give the fat man a thorough gesturing with his hands and feet.

The gestures were so lifelike, it was almost like recreating the scene.

How can a human turn into a sheep?

Fatty's round head was filled with big questions.

But he still managed to extract the key words from the other person's gestures.

A fat child is like a fat sheep.

It's dangerous for a baby to be chubby!
They'll be captured and eaten by the bad guys outside the wall!
He had seen people die on his way to exile.

If he dies, he won't be able to eat any good food.

If he dies, he will never see his parents and sister again.

He's not grown up yet, he doesn't want to die!

Moreover, it was such a horrific way to die.

Fatty was so scared he peed his pants.

The weather in early spring is still unstable.

The child was still wearing thick cotton-padded clothes and pants, typical of winter.

Even if it's wet, it's not very noticeable from the outside.

The neighborhood kids just thought this overly cute chubby baby was incredibly brave!
So when they gestured to him, he wasn't scared and cried.

Feeling bored, they scattered like birds and beasts.

They ran so fast that they didn't know what kind of trauma they had left on the chubby boy. The chubby boy didn't complain to his parents that day.

The kid felt that telling his dad about being so scared he peed his pants was pointless.

He was thinking of waiting for his mother to come back before helping him beat the bad child.

The little guy even started thinking about ways to stop himself from getting fat.

After some thought.

And believe it or not, he actually thought of that.

His belly will bulge when he's full, but it won't bulge when he's hungry.

Well then, he can eat a few less bites of meat!

I only ate half my usual amount of food in one meal, and this continued for two days in a row.

Before he himself could feel the hunger, Zuo Wenkang noticed that his son seemed to have a poor appetite.

He thought the child was just tired of eating mutton and carp.

They even went to great lengths to buy a huge, frozen beef leg.

The cattle in the Central Plains were originally used for plowing the land, and they cannot be slaughtered at will.

Fatty had never eaten such rare meat before.

With Zuo Wenkang's excellent cooking skills and cattle raised on the grasslands, how could his meat dishes not be delicious?
Kids can't control their mouths!

You eat and eat, and in just half a month you've gained weight again.

He had almost forgotten about the two-legged sheep, but his mother's words instantly reactivated his dead memories.

The child was genuinely afraid of being captured by the Tatars and roasted like a sheep; the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

"Wow, don't eat the 'wowo' (a type of steamed bun), it's not good to eat."

Beside the mother and son was Gan Mingfu, who was still waiting to tease his nephew. He immediately sensed something was wrong from his nephew's words.

"Sister, sister! What did Zizai say? Who wants to eat him!"

"Don't be afraid, little one, Mommy's back. Don't you know how powerful Mommy is? Anyone who dares to eat you, I'll knock all their teeth out!"

Gan Minglan simply picked up the little guy with one hand and patted his back with the other, saying domineeringly.

Her actions gave the little guy a great sense of security.

Fatty paused for a moment before realizing that the backer he had been waiting for for days had returned.

He immediately wiped away his tears and told his mother about the Tatars wanting to eat fat children.

Finally, she patted her little chest, looking very scared, and said, "I see they're all so thin. Did the fat ones get caught and eaten?"

He learned only bits and pieces, but the adults still understood the gist of it.

It seems that throughout history, there has always been a kind of ruthless character in folk customs in various places, whose mere mention of their name can silence crying children from causing trouble.

Clearly, the ruthless characters in the border town are the Tatars!
The eldest uncle was still mentally organizing his thoughts on how to appease his nephew.

The uncle was furious!

Where did this brat come from!
But he said, "Oh dear, aren't you supposed to be so smart? They're just saying that to scare the kids!"

The Tatars on the vast grasslands raise plenty of cattle and sheep; human flesh doesn't taste as good as beef or mutton! The Tatars aren't fools!

The child, who had just stopped crying, suddenly widened his eyes:
"Oh, how does Uncle know human flesh isn't good to eat? Waaah, have you ever eaten it?"

They've got a knack for focusing on the key points.

Gan Mingshou was so exasperated by his little nephew that he laughed.

"You're really clever! Quickly put your meaty paws in my mouth, I want to taste if your meat is delicious."

"Hmph, you're a bad uncle!"

The little boy realized his uncle was joking with him, and he squirmed in his mother's arms like a fat silkworm.

"Hmph, you dare call me bad? Well then I'll show you what bad I am!"

Gan Mingshou pulled the little kid off his sister's arms, and the uncle and nephew immediately started making a ruckus.

The labor service for the exiled troops had already begun a few days ago.

Zuo Wenkang and his men spent the morning tilling the fields when the squad leader in charge of their work told them that Captain Gan and the others had returned.

He took leave and rushed home.

Before even entering the yard, I heard my chubby son's laughter, like the honking of a goose.

My heart warmed; my wife is home, and home is home!
(End of this chapter)