Extra Story: The Little Dumplings 2: One Thing Constrains Another

Gui Su was puzzled and was about to call him back when, not far away, the little devil Bai Zhaomo strode over.

"Hey, did you just say that Father and Mother are in the Half - Roll Pavilion?!"

Bai Zhaomo was dressed in black silk today, which invisibly enhanced his domineering aura several times.

Jun Zhaoyan was also at his wits' end with this elder brother. He grabbed his sleeve and gently reminded him,

"Father and Mother must be discussing something. Let's go back to the room and wait."

Bai Zhaomo didn't care about that at all. He shook off Jun Zhaoyan's hand with a flick.

"It's a joke if they're discussing serious business when they're together! One little sister is already annoying enough. I don't want them to 'discuss' another crybaby for me."

The little sister Bai Zhaomo was referring to was Jun Zhaoshu, the fourth child of Zhao Luoning and Ji Shibai.

This Jun Zhaoshu was quite strange. She just loved to cling to Bai Zhaomo. Unfortunately, Bai Zhaomo was domineering and couldn't stand having a shadow.

But if he was rude to Jun Zhaoshu, she would cry.

Bai Zhaomo was helpless and could only let her follow.

He was completely taken in by this little sister. If there was another one, he really couldn't handle it.

Half - Roll Pavilion

"I wonder how they're not tired," Ji Shisu said with a headache, hearing the voices of the children from afar.

Speaking of not getting tired, Zhao Luoning thought the children's boundless energy must come from their father.

She wished she could send the kids away.

Whenever the children weren't at home, Ji Shisu was insatiable and almost clung to her day and night. The saying "Like father, like son" was really true.

Just as she was thinking, a wave of nausea hit her. Zhao Luoning leaned on the railing and vomited.

A bad premonition welled up in Ji Shisu's heart.

"You're not..."

Zhao Luoning rolled her eyes at him. It was all his "credit" from day and night.

Just then, Jun Zhaoshu's childish voice faintly came.

"Big brother, wait for Shu'er. Shu'er can't keep up!"

...

The little dumplings had different opinions about Zhao Luoning's pregnancy.

Bai Zhaomo glanced at Jun Zhaoshu. "So annoying." Then he got a rap on the head from Ji Shisu.

Jun Zhaoyan's expression was as calm as water. He politely bowed to Zhao Luoning. "Congratulations, Mother."

Jun Zhaoqi was the happiest one. She clapped her hands and cheered. "Mother, give birth to a little brother for me to play with."

The youngest, Jun Zhaoshu, who didn't understand much yet, opened her big eyes and looked at her brothers, sisters, father, and mother in confusion. She asked in a childish voice, "What does it mean to be pregnant?"

Ji Shisu didn't call them here to ask for their opinions.

"Your mother is pregnant. I need to take care of your mother and won't have the energy to take care of you. Sister Zhaoqi and Sister Zhaoshu will be taken care of by your two brothers. Do you have any objections?"

Bai Zhaomo said unhappily, "You didn't take care of us even when Mother wasn't pregnant."

As soon as Bai Zhaomo finished speaking, he got another rap on the head.

However, Bai Zhaomo wasn't wrong.

Everyone knew that the children of the Bai family grew up more or less on their own.

Who asked their father to be a wife - obsessed man?

When Bai Zhaomo and Jun Zhaoyan were young, the people they saw most often weren't their parents but their tutors and shopkeepers.

So, one could compose excellent verses from a young age, and the other was well - versed in business.

Jun Zhaoqi was born the year after Zhaomo and Zhaoyan. She was five and a half years old now. As the first daughter in the family, Mrs. Zhao, Zhao Luoyu, Ji Jianhui, and Zhao Jianwen doted on her so much that Zhao Luoning and Ji Shisu had no chance to get involved.

As for Jun Zhaoshu, it wasn't that the couple didn't want to take care of her. This child only recognized her big brother since she was born. When she was little, she would stop crying when she saw her big brother, and as she grew up, she followed him around.

She didn't want her parents to take care of her.

Sure enough, as soon as Ji Shisu announced that the brothers should take good care of their sisters, Jun Zhaoshu quickly hugged Bai Zhaomo's leg.

"Big brother, big brother."

The meaning was obvious. She wanted to follow her big brother.

Bai Zhaomo looked at her in disgust. It was okay for her to cling to him, but her dirty little face was rubbing against his body.

This suit of his was specially tailored for him by the embroiderers in the silk shop. The best materials were used, and it took them half a month just to embroider the bamboo on the hem. Now it was being ruined by his little sister.

Bai Zhaomo looked at Jun Zhaoshu with disgust.

Jun Zhaoshu raised her little face, looking innocent.

"Big brother, handkerchief, wipe."

"Boys don't carry such things. How sissy." As Bai Zhaomo said, he rolled up his embroidered water sleeve, revealing the smooth inner garment inside. "Are you stupid? Doesn't your face hurt? Wipe with this."

There were so many embroideries on the outer garment. What if it scratched the skin?

Jun Zhaoshu stupidly held the white inner - garment sleeve of Jun Zhaomo and buried her face in it. Soon, there was a dirty little face on the inner garment.

Bai Zhaomo turned his face away in disgust.

Compared with Jun Zhaoshu's contentment, Jun Zhaoqi had objections.

She pouted and said, "I don't want to follow Second Brother."

The big brother was the best. He didn't control her and would stand up for her.

The second brother only advised her to be reserved.

Ji Shisu ordered, "You should learn from your second brother. A girl should act like a girl."

Jun Zhaoqi retorted dissatisfiedly, "What should a girl be like? Why do you get to define it? I just don't want to learn poetry, painting, or embroidery. I want to learn martial arts and be a female general. Boys can do it, and so can we girls!"

Ji Shisu was rendered speechless by Jun Zhaoqi's retort. He turned to Zhao Luoning and asked, "Did you teach her this?"

Zhao Luoning rubbed her temples with a headache. "It was Luoyu who taught her."

Ji Shisu immediately understood.

His younger sister - in - law was so rebellious. He wondered how his elder brother, Ji Shijun, still thought his wife was gentle and virtuous.

However, Ji Shisu was an open - minded parent. Although he said that a girl should act like a girl, he didn't force Jun Zhaoqi to learn those girlish things.

"Who forced you to learn poetry, painting, or embroidery? But you can't just hang out with boys all day. Go out and see the world with your second brother. Don't always think about playing with mud."

Jun Zhaoqi pouted, looking extremely unhappy.

Jun Zhaoyan stepped forward, bowed to Zhao Luoning and Ji Shisu, and said, "Sister Zhaoqi doesn't like me. Father and Mother, don't force her."

Zhaoyan's expression was so desolate that it made people feel sad.

Ji Shisu felt sorry for this sensible second son. He was about to comfort him when Zhao Luoning pulled him back.

Hearing Zhaoyan say this, Jun Zhaoqi felt extremely guilty.

"Who said I don't like you! So annoying!"

"Sister Zhaoqi, you don't have to force yourself. I'm okay."

"I'll just follow you. So annoying!"

"If sister is not willing..."

"Who said I'm not willing!"

Jun Zhaoqi ran out awkwardly.

This matter was thus settled.

Zhaoyan didn't forget to bow to his parents.

"Father, Mother, I'll go and persuade sister. Mother, you should rest well. I'll take good care of Zhaoqi."

Zhao Luoning nodded with a smile and watched Zhaoyan chase after Jun Zhaoqi.

And Zhaomo left with his "leg pendant".

Ji Shisu watched the figures of the four children laughing and playing, and asked worriedly, "Zhaomo may be a bit tough - talking, but he really loves his sister. I'm not worried about him. But what about Zhaoqi... Do you think Zhaoyan can handle her?"

Zhao Luoning smiled and said, "Zhaoqi's temper can really only be handled by Zhaoyan."

Just now, Zhaoyan only used the strategy of retreating to advance, and Zhaoqi obediently listened to him.

In this world, no one was more suitable to teach Zhaoqi than Zhaoyan.

However... Zhao Luoning stroked her belly.

Who would handle the one in her belly?