Seeing his little steamed bun being grabbed by Dorji and barking, Duoxi felt extremely sorry for him: "Dorji, let go of the steamed bun, and your fourth brother will play with you."

Dorjee's big, bright eyes darted back and forth between the little steamed bun that was constantly wriggling in his hand and Dorjee's face that was all scrunched up. After tilting his head and thinking for a moment, he smiled and handed it to Yu Rujia.

Dorjee: "Mom, give me, give me some to play with, some steamed buns."

Yu Rujia took the puppy Mantou, whose body was marked with signs of abuse, and wanted to tell him to be kinder to it: "Duoji, when you play with Mantou, you can't grab it too hard. If you grab it too hard, it will hurt, you know?"

Little chubby Dorje looked at the steamed bun with a blank expression, then stretched out his chubby little hand and pulled her other hand onto the steamed bun's plump little body, grinning as he said, "Mom, play, play."

Well, the little guy clearly didn't understand her lecture. It's not easy to make a toddler under one year old understand principles.

Yu Rujia touched his soft little face: "Okay, Mommy will play with Mantou, and Duoji will go play with your fourth brother."

Seeing that his mother liked the gift he had given him, Dorje happily let go of her hand, stood up, and wobbled toward Dorje with his short legs.

Duoxi discreetly wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, finally managing to rescue the steamed bun.

The pitiful appearance of the steamed bun moved Yu Rujia to pity. She hugged the chubby little bun in her arms and secretly fed it a drop of spiritual spring water.

The listless steamed bun immediately perked up, whimpering softly, its fluffy little head rubbing against Ru Jia's palm, its little tail wagging in a blur.

Duo Shou stroked the thick fur of the dog, his small face full of helplessness: "Poor dog, learn your lesson. Stay away from Duo Ji from now on, or you'll not only lose your fur, but you might lose your life."

Yu Rujia: "Keep an eye on things regularly, and don't let Dorje really send the steamed buns away."

Duo Shou sighed like a little adult: "It's difficult. Duo Ji has his eye on the steamed buns and flower rolls. He spends all his free time playing with them unless he gets food."

Dorje is especially well-behaved when it comes to food. He sits up straight while eating and then stretches his neck to wait to be fed. At such a young age, he has already started the Yu family's tradition of being a foodie.

Yu Rujia glanced at Duoji, who was playing happily with Duoxi. The chubby little arms of Duoji were really too big to feed anymore, otherwise his weight would be seriously overweight.

Yu Rujia: "If he has free time to go see the dog, then make sure he doesn't have any free time. You guys should spend more time playing with him."

After separating from Zou Jiahui, Qi Tianxin indeed turned her attention to Gao Guojing and resumed her daily routine of keeping an eye on the Yu family's gate.

Upon learning that Gao Shujing had gone to town, Qi Tianxin walked straight to the bicycle shed, a gentle smile on her face: "Gao, the educated youth."

If someone who didn't know her saw her, they would definitely think she was a gentle person and thus develop a good impression of her.

Gao Guojing had no such thoughts; he was simply feeling incredibly irritated: "What do you want now?"

Qi Tianxin: "Come and take a look at the things that Gao Zhiqing is repairing."

A hint of impatience flashed across Gao Guojing's face: "I'm very busy here, could you please ask Qi Zhiqing not to bother me?"

Qi Tianxin's face stiffened: "I'm sorry to have disturbed you. Do you need me to do some chores for you?"

Gao Guojing: "No need, your leaving is the biggest help to me."

Gao Guojing's dislike for her was obvious, so Qi Tianxin could no longer pretend. She feigned understanding and said, "Then I won't bother you any longer, Gao. You're welcome to come to the educated youth compound to see us when you have time."

Qi Tianxin believes that Zou Jiahui's presence made Gao Guojing feel uncomfortable, so she decided to wait until some time had passed and people had forgotten about Zou Jiahui and her before coming to find Gao Guojing again.

Anyway, Gao Guojing and she are both young, only sixteen or seventeen years old, so she has plenty of time to slowly wear them down.

March is the best time to eat wild vegetables. The newly sprouted wild vegetables are incredibly tender. On a sunny morning, Duofu would start circling around Duoji.

The little guy can barely walk steadily, but he's already thinking about running. He can walk on his own, but he also has to drag the basket along.

Being small and not tall enough to lift the basket, Dorje simply dragged it on the ground.

Duofu quickly pressed the little guy down: "Duoji, you can't drag the basket, it'll get torn. Come on, give the basket to your big brother, he'll take it."

Dorje, clinging to his basket, happily pointed his other small, white finger toward the door and said in a childish voice, "Let's go, let's go."

I often tell him not to grab steamed buns and rolls, but he just won't listen, and he makes the two little puppies howl every day.

The little dumpling can memorize things she cares about after reading them a couple of times.

For example, these past few days, the older brothers have been running outside with baskets after breakfast every day, and Dorje remembered this. Today, after breakfast, the little guy also did the same.

Duofu coaxed patiently, "Big brother will go now. Doji, be good and give the basket to big brother."

Dorje raised his chubby little face and insisted, "Let's go together."

This means they want to go together.

Duolu put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly: "Duoji, you can't go. You can't even walk steadily, yet you want to go up the mountain. You'll trip over any small stone."

Duoxi then advised, "Duoji, be good and wait at home for us to come back and pick wild vegetables to eat."

Dorje was young and naive, and no matter what his older brothers said, they couldn't change his mind. He held onto the basket tightly with his little hands and kept saying that he wanted to go with them.

With nothing else to do, Yu Rujia also had the idea of ​​going up the mountain for a spring outing. She came out and said, "I'll go with you. I'll take care of Dorje."

As soon as Dorje saw his mother, he happily wiggled his short legs, dragged the basket around Duofu who was blocking his way, and rushed to Yu Rujia, trying his best to lift the basket in his hands and hand it to her.

He misjudged his small stature; lifting a basket taller than himself was still a bit difficult for the little dumpling.

The little guy, who was already unsteady on his feet, tried his best to stand on tiptoe but could only lift his head a little bit, not enough to reach his mother's hand, and almost tripped and fell.

Duofu, who was standing beside him, pulled him back in time.

Dorjee didn't think there was anything wrong with what he had just done, and called out in a childish voice, "Mom, here, for you, up the mountain, together."

Yu Rujia squatted down to take the large basket, touched his soft little face, and praised him generously: "Duoji is the best. Come on, Mom will take you to the mountain."

Seeing his mother take the basket, the chubby boy, feeling relieved, happily rushed into her arms, stretched out his chubby little arms to hug her neck, nuzzled her affectionately, and giggled incessantly, displaying an innocent and adorable demeanor.