"Hey, can I listen too?" After hearing this, Su Mu's mother quickly put down her chopsticks, sat upright and looked at Su Xiaoli and said, "Then you can read it."
Su Mu glanced at his mother, hesitated for a moment, put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, turned around, and seemed to be listening attentively.
Su Xiaoli looked at the two of them with some embarrassment, and said with a blushing face: "Oh, don't be like this, you just... just eat normally. You keep staring at me like this, and I'm embarrassed to read it."
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"Okay, okay..." Su Mu's mother couldn't help laughing after listening to Su Xiaoli's words: "We don't look at you, we don't look at you."
As she spoke, she picked up the chopsticks and the rice bowl, and then used her eyes to signal Su Mu to eat quickly.
Su Mu glanced at Su Xiaoli helplessly, reached out and picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of rice and put it into his mouth.
"Ahem." Su Xiaoli cleared his throat, opened the piece of paper in his hand, and began to read in a clear and vivid voice:
"elder brother,
Your face is big and round,
Like the plate on which food is served;
Your eyes are black and white,
Just like the cute panda;
Your mouth is red and swollen,
Like sausage in bread;
Ah, brother!
I like you the most!!
Just like my favorite braised pork!!”
With a "Puff" sound, the mouthful of white rice that Su Mu had just stuffed into his mouth sprayed all over his mother sitting opposite him.
"..."
Su Mu's mother froze, then she glanced at her son with a look of disgust, stretched out her hand to grab a napkin, and began to wipe away the rice grains sprayed on her body.
"Cough cough cough... Mom... I'm sorry..." Su Mu coughed and quickly pulled out a napkin, stood up, and wiped the rice for her mother.
Su Xiaoli looked at the scene in front of him in confusion, opened his mouth, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, why did you spray all the rice on mom?"
"..."
Nonsense, it’s not because of you!
Su Mu took a deep breath, smiled awkwardly and politely at Su Xiaoli, then smiled coquettishly and said, "Brother, um... I choked when I was eating just now."
"Oh." Su Xiaoli nodded, and sensibly pulled out a napkin and handed it to her mother: "Mom, there is a grain of rice in your hair."
"..." Su Mu's mother glared hard at her son again, reached out to take the napkin handed over by Su Xiaoli, and wiped it silently.
After a moment of silence, Su Xiaoli tilted his head and looked at Su Mu and asked, "Brother, is the love letter I wrote good?"
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Su Mu was silent for two seconds, and then said to Su Xiaoli: "Are you... praising me or hurting me?"
"Of course I am praising you!" Su Xiaoli looked at Su Mu seriously and said, "Don't you like it, brother?"
"I like..." Su Mu held it in for a long time and finally came up with these two words.
"Really!?" Su Xiaoli's fair and tender face suddenly lit up with joy. She turned her head and asked her mother: "Mom, what do you think of what I wrote?"
"Very good, very good..." Su Mu's mother said to Su Xiaoli without conscience: "The language is simple and unpretentious, the feelings are sincere and touching, there are no gorgeous words, but it can touch the heart!!"
