As the living conditions of the Yang family improved, everyone's figures became fuller.
Adults were a bit better since Yang Zhenshan required everyone to practice martial arts. Everyone, except Ms. Wang, could only be considered sturdy, not fat.
It was different for the children; not only did they grow quickly in height, but their body sizes also expanded horizontally.
Especially Yang Chengmao and Yang Qingwan, these two little ones were as plump as the Fuwa dolls in new year paintings.
But no matter how chubby they were, Yang Zhenshan could still lift them.
With one in each hand, Yang Zhenshan picked them up from the ground and held them in his embrace.
"Have you both been obedient today?" Yang Zhenshan asked as he walked towards the main house.
"Grandpa, my brother and I have been very good!" Yang Chengye pouted as he spoke.
