Tian Yuan had quick hands and eyes, and ran over immediately, took the package back, and said with a dark face, "Second uncle, this is my thing. Did you get my consent when you unpacked my things? Do you know that you have to respect it?"
Personal rights?"
"What is the right to sex?" Zhao Qiuxiang was confused.
"What the fuck? What can you do as a child? I'm your second uncle. I'm going to take apart your things and see what's going on?" Tian Gui took the package back. He was so energetic that he raised his hand and tore it apart.
The puller opened the package box. When Zhao Qiuxiang saw it, he quickly moved over, looked down, and reached out to take out the contents of the box.
"Tch~ I thought it was money~ No~" Zhao Qiuxiang knew it was not money as soon as she saw the gift box, with a look of regret on her face, and then she looked at the red gift box and opened it, "It's moon cakes, yo, this
It’s a box of mooncakes! The packaging is so beautiful, I thought it contained something.”
Tian Yuan was already crying with anger, holding the letter, and her whole body was shaking with anger. How could such an elder snatch her things and dismantle her things without her consent.
Tian Maochun felt distressed when he saw Yuanyuan crying. He came over and snatched the box and mooncake gift box directly, then walked towards Tian Yuan and handed them to Tian Yuan, "You two uncles and one aunt, grab the little girl."
Are you kidding me about the child’s things? Yuanyuan was so angry that she cried! The things were sent by Jiang Jun to Tian Yuan, and they belong to Yuanyuan. Not even the eldest son and his wife can rob them, so why are you two trying to rob them!"
Tian Maochun didn't quite understand what the right of ownership was, but he also understood it. He knew that Tian Yuan was unhappy because the second family took her things without her consent and opened her packages.
"Isn't it just to order something? Take it apart and see where we robbed it. Is there anything we shouldn't look at that belongs to a child?" Tian Gui said with a look of disdain, "Dad, you are just protecting Yuanyuan."
"As elders, do you still have a right to snatch things from children?" Tian Biao glared at Tian Gui and comforted Tian Yuan, "This is your uncle's fault. Yuanyuan, you have read books and know how to do that."
What kind of **right? Your second uncle doesn’t know a few Chinese characters. He didn’t study well before, so he doesn’t know. Don’t be angry with your second uncle and your second aunt~ Stop crying.”
"Brother, you haven't read much, and yet you still blame me!" Tian Gui said unconvinced.
"Yuanyuan, stop crying. Look, that brat Jiang Jun sent you mooncakes. These mooncakes don't look cheap, they must be delicious. You should go home quickly and give them to Jiabao and Lulu to try.
"Tian Maochun held Tian Yuan in his arms and comforted her.
"Bah, a box of mooncakes seems so great, why are you crying like that?" Zhao Qiuxiang couldn't stand it any longer, and walked away, muttering, "It's just an excuse to be lazy."
"How amazing it is. It's just a box of bean paste mooncakes. It's not worth much if you go to the county town to buy it. Maybe it's only a dozen yuan. Since it's not that amazing, I won't share it with you!" Tian Yuan
She was really angry. This kind of person would make people angry, and he looked so disdainful. So disdainful, who was touching her things so cheaply just now?
Tian Yuan suddenly felt a little childish. It wasn't that she was stingy, or that she really cared about a box of mooncakes, but that this feeling of being bullied was really bad.
"What? Bean paste mooncakes?" Zhao Qiuxiang was stunned. She was illiterate and just guessed that there were mooncakes in the gift box. There was another layer inside the gift box. She didn't open it and didn't know what it looked like inside.
Bean Paste Mooncake? During the Mid-Autumn Festival in the countryside, families who are living a better life will go to the town to buy sesame cakes and eat them as mooncakes to please the good omen and reunite. So the only mooncake she can think of is the kind in the town.