The Peasant Doctor

Chapter 67

    Regarding the fact that their little fat man is a big eater, except for Shíyī who is full of worries, the others feel very good.

    Grandpa Yang hugged his great grandson and loved him so much, "It's a good thing to be able to eat, and he will definitely be stronger than his father in the future."

    Xiao Shishi said proudly: "My little nephew will definitely be very strong in the future!"

    Yang Shifeng looked at his child lovingly.

    Shíyī looked at this scene, and deeply decided to discipline the little fat man well in the future, otherwise he is likely to be spoiled by the whole family as a scoundrel.

    Alas, she will be a strict mother in the future.

    Three days after Little Fatty was born, Shíyī gave him an easy-to-understand and vivid nickname—Duanzi.

    It's not just a meatball.

    The whole family accepted the nickname by touching their noses.

    The little fat man is really able to eat, and he can eat and grow. The flesh on his body is so long that he is already fat, but after more than half a month, he has grown like a pig, which is too heavy.

    Shíyī couldn't help but sigh with Yang Shifeng, "You said he can grow so well, what if he grows into a fat man? If he grows into a fat man, he won't be able to marry a wife."

    Yang Shifeng was so funny that he took Shíyī into his arms and nodded her nose, "You, why don't you expect him to be good. Our dumplings won't grow into fat people, you see, you are not fat, neither do I Fat, how could he be fat, he, he must be a good-looking and good-looking little man in the future, he is like you."

    Shíyī carefully pinched the little fat man's facial features, "Huh? Like me? His facial features are all covered by The meat which crowded together, like a bun, how can you tell that he looks like me."

    "Yeah!" The little fat man felt the old mother's dislike, and shook his small fist in dissatisfaction, and it hurt a little bit.

    "Okay, you're like me, you're a beautiful man!"

    "Haha." Yang Shifeng couldn't help laughing at the interaction between the mother and the two, and the corners of his mouth couldn't be retracted, "Shíyī , don't despise him, take a good look, in fact, the facial features of the dumplings are really the same as yours, nose, eyes, mouth, ears are all like yours."

    "Huh? Is it? Xiao Shi, do you think you're little nephew look like an elder sister?" Shíyī asked Xiao Shi playing with the little nephew.

    Xiao Shitou looked at Shíyī, then looked at his little nephew, compared and nodded, "Like! Little nephew is like a sister."

    Hearing Xiao Shitou also said the same, Shíyī couldn't help but carefully look at the little fat man's facial features, excluding those many  meat that came out, Shíyī found out that it was really true. It was very similar to her facial features. Except for the eyebrows, the eyebrows were the same as Yang Shifeng's sword eyebrows, showing a bit of heroic spirit. The other facial features were her 2.0 version.

    Shíyī believes it now, the little fat man should grow up to be a charming handsome guy, provided that he doesn't grow into a fat man.

    Seeing that the little fat man might be a handsome guy, Shíyī gave the little fat man a loving kiss from his old mother and kissed him on his fleshy cheek.

    "Wow--" The little fat man stared at Shíyī with his black eyes, and clenched his fists and cried.

    "Little fat man, my mother will supervise you to lose weight in the future, and will never let you grow into a big fat man, okay?"