Before Wei Youliang left, Su Yue gave him a bowl of prepared fish balls to take home, so that Chen Zhaodi and his three daughters could improve their lives.

Wei Youliang put the bowl in his arms, and after walking a few steps across the threshold, he saw Xiaobao jumping back from outside. His beautiful clothes were dirty, and there were no shoes on his little feet, which were white and tender.

There are still a few smears of black ash on his cheeks.

"Hello, Uncle Second, why did you come to my house?" Xiaobao waved his paw politely in greeting, smiling so hard that his teeth were exposed.

"Xiao Bao is back from playing. Second uncle came to see your mother for something. Why are you covered in dust?" Facing the adorable Xiao Bao, Wei Youliang also asked in a gentle voice.

Xiaobao lowered his head and took a look at himself, and finally realized that he was really dirty. He reached out and patted the dust on his pants casually, and asked without answering: "Second uncle, what are you holding? I smell it.

It smells so good.”

He had just arrived at Wei Youliang's thigh height, and even with his feet up, he couldn't see what Wei Youliang was holding in his arms. He just smelled delicious, and it must be delicious food made by his mother.

Wei Youliang knelt down and showed him, "These are the fish balls made by your mother. They are very fragrant when they are freshly made. Do you want to eat them, little baby?"

As I said this, I wanted to pinch one and give it to Xiaobao. This situation is very common in the countryside. They don’t care whether their hands are dirty or not. If they are dirty, they just wipe it on their body. As the saying goes, if you eat it uncleanly, you will not get sick.

But Su Yue taught Xiaobao to wash his hands before and after eating, so Xiaobao took two steps back and shook his little head like a rattle. Originally, he just asked, "I don't want to eat, my hands are dirty."

You can’t eat it with it.”

He is still very smart. He will not openly say that Wei Youliang's hands are dirty, but he will say it about himself.

Wei Youliang didn't think much about it, he just thought that Xiaobao was raised like a baby in the city by his three siblings. No other child in the village could compare with him.

"Goodbye, second uncle. I'm going home for dinner. Second uncle, please go home for dinner too."

"Hey, Xiaobao will go to the second uncle's house to play when he has time. Xiaocao and Xiaohua both want to play with you. Then I will ask your second uncle to make sesame leaves for you to eat."

"Okay, second uncle, I will go."

Sesame leaves are a snack here. They are white noodles with sesame seeds, cut into small triangles and fried in an oil pan. They are crispy and sweet.

Xiaobao ran into the yard and slipped into the kitchen without washing his hands. He leaned on the door frame and exposed his little head, "Mom, are you making fish balls? Can I eat them?"

He was very hungry after playing around all afternoon.

"Of course." Su Yue was putting fish balls into the pot with her back to Xiaobao. When she heard his words, she agreed casually.

After waiting for a while, she saw out of the corner of her eye that the little guy hadn't come in. She turned around and looked over in confusion. This sight made her lips twitch uncontrollably.

"Are you back from digging coal in Shanxi?" Su Yue said in a dumbfounded voice. Not to mention how dirty she was, her face was so dirty. She looked like a little cat who had just rolled out of a mud pit.

Xiaobao giggled with a high face. He couldn't understand what his mother meant, but he knew that his mother was saying that he soiled his clothes.

"Mom, I am a little People's Liberation Army today. I beat the little devils, but they can't beat our People's Liberation Army. Bang bang bang, I'm great, mom."

Xiaobao held a small wooden gun made of wood in his hand. He squinted his eyes and started moving towards the corner, making onomatopoeia of "bang bang bang" from his little mouth.

Recently, anti-Japanese TV dramas are being played on TV, and there is also a majestic little People's Liberation Army in it, which fascinated Xiaobao.

I brought my little playmates from the village over to watch TV when I had time, and then the group of kids imitated the script of the People's Liberation Army fighting the Japanese on TV, and asked Li Laogen to make them some small wooden guns.

Didn't Xiaobao come from rolling around on the ground? I thought that the other children were probably no different from Xiaobao, so they would have to be disciplined when they got home.

Su Yue turned off the fire and took him to the bathroom to give him a bath, "Why do you always become the little People's Liberation Army? Why have I never seen you become a little devil once? Are your little friends happy?"

"Because my father is a People's Liberation Army, so I am a little People's Liberation Army. Mom, when I grow up, I will become a People's Liberation Army to protect my mother." Xiaobao clenched his fists with a determined look on his face.

Su Yue was only moved for a second, and then looked at the few holes exposed on his butt expressionlessly, "Why are your clothes torn again? If you keep this up, you won't have anything to wear."

This is already the third pair of pants that Xiaobao has worn, either on his knees or on his buttocks. Su Yue doesn't know how he managed to tear his pants.

"And where are your shoes? Where are they?"

Xiaobao looked down and saw that there were indeed no shoes on his plump little feet. He moved his round toes and raised his head, looking at his mother in confusion. His little voice was more confused than Su Yue's, "Yes, Mom, my shoes are

Woolen cloth?"

"..."

Su Yue couldn't help but hold her forehead, sighed and said helplessly: "How did mom know where your shoes went? Did you lose them?"

"...I can't remember, Mom."

Xiaobao looked pitifully at his fingers and glanced over with his little eyes. Su Yue shook her head and washed the little brat first before talking about the shoes. What could she do about her son?

It can only be said that the age of three and a half is the time when people hate dogs and become naughty and mischievous, even the well-behaved Xiaobao is no exception.

Soon, a big, white and tender dumpling came out of the pot. She slipped out wearing clean clothes and a bulging belly. Then she turned on the fan button and blew it in her face.

"Mom, come on, it's so cool." Xiaobao squinted his eyes with a face filled with contentment, and he seemed to be enjoying it.

After blowing for a while, Su Yue stopped letting him blow. He had just taken a bath and blowing too much would give him a headache. So he asked him to go out and call Li Laogen over for dinner, and Xiaobao ran away.

As soon as he left, the person delivering the shoes came over. She was a young daughter-in-law from the village. As for why she knew that these shoes belonged to Xiaobao, it was because the bottoms of these shoes shone when she walked. Xiaobao was the only one in the village who had such shoes.

Plant shoes.

Su Yue brought her a melon to thank her, but the wife pushed it twice before she felt embarrassed to accept it.

They didn't go to bed after dinner. The mother and son were busy in the room. Su Yue wrote down his plan for arriving in Beijing. The little guy wrote in big letters that he ran out to play today, so today's task was not completed.

.

The little guy doesn't know how to procrastinate on his homework. He will finish today's tasks before going to bed without Su Yue urging him. He is not happy if he is asked to wait until tomorrow to write.
Chapter completed!