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Knowing Liu Tiao had a partner, Cheng Zhenzhu was naturally happy. Oh, no, a potential partner. But when a girl chases a boy, it's only a matter of time!

Moreover, six points can make the little girl "enter the house", so I'm afraid she is no longer so indifferent.

They said that she had to like it, but I don’t know who he learned that from... Cheng Zhenzhu looked at the slightly nervous boy and girl and Yitiao who was watching the fun, and she really felt like laughing.

Four years later.

1998.

————"Dad, I'm going to play with grandma, you have to work hard..."

Liu Tiao's son, nicknamed Little Meatball, was born with a delicate and round face. Every day, besides eating delicious food, he longed for finding his grandmother to share a delicious meal with him.

Liu Tiao looked at his short and fat son who was walking in front of him with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He opened his mouth with a big breath and kicked his son's butt lightly.

Without any effort, the little meatball in front of him, wrapped like a small ball, turned its face towards the snow pile and arched its butt.

"Who kicked me?" Little Meatball supported himself on the ground, pulled his round head out of the snow pile, and looked fierce and aggressive.

No one answered, and Little Meatball's eyes turned slightly and fell on his father, "Dad, is it you..."

"No one kicked you. You have short legs and you're fat, so you walk unsteadily. That's normal." Liu Tiao replied to his son seriously without blushing or getting nervous.

Little Meatball was skeptical.

But this is his dad... Little Meatball suppressed his doubts and started counting the delicious food. He told his dad to work hard, give more money to grandma, and then let grandma buy more delicious food for him...

"Pah~"

The little meatball, who was happily counting with his fingers, fell into the snow again.

"Why did you fall again? You walk so unsteadily. It's better not to go to your grandma's place to avoid causing trouble for her..." Liu Tiao said coldly, breathing out cold air.

The first time he fell, even though there was a footprint on his butt, Little Rouwan was just deeply suspicious. But if he fell again, he was not a fool and didn't want to be polite to his father!

His dad did it on purpose! He was jealous of him and didn't want him to go to his grandma's! Little Meatball got up with a grunt and rushed towards his dad like a bazooka.

He is really angry!

"What's wrong? Are you still not convinced? Do you want to challenge me in a duel?" Liu Tiao pressed his son's forehead with one finger each, easily.

"Hehehe!" Little Meatball was fixed in place by a finger, and he waved his fist hard, wanting to beat his father.

But my arms are too short to reach...

"Hey, with your small body, just wait another ten years! Then come and find me with your uncle..." Liu Tiao said arrogantly.

That stinky dad always picks on the weak uncle! Why not tell him and his uncle to find him? See what he does!

He couldn't hit her, and he couldn't hit her either... Little Meatball licked the cold snowflakes in his mouth, feeling the chill on his teeth and his heart. He felt a sudden sense of grievance. "Dad, you bad boy! You're going to look for Mom!"

"What did you say? Say it again?" Rokujo narrowed his eyes and looked at his son dangerously. "Little guy, you want to complain again, right?"

"No, no..." Little Meatball was a man who knew what was happening. Feeling the danger approaching, he immediately shook his head firmly.

Liu Tiao snorted, picked up his son, and brushed the snow off him. "You wouldn't dare. If Mom calls, just tell her that we're a perfect match, okay?"

"I know, I know..." Little Meatball nodded his head vigorously and replied in a muffled voice, looking extremely well-behaved.

Now that his mother is gone, his father is the king. He, the little prince, must listen to his father, otherwise no one will take him to find his grandmother...

"That's more like it." Liu Tiao patted his son's butt. "There are so many snowflakes on it, and I shook them off for you. Don't say I don't love you..."

Humph! Bad guy! Bad dad! You did it on purpose!

"Wuwuwu..." Little Meatball leaned on his father's shoulder, covering his face and whimpering with grievance and shame.

Grandma taught him not to lie, but if he didn't lie, he might not be able to see Grandma...

He is no longer the little meatball he used to be! "Woo woo woo~"

"What? You want to take the train? That's easy! I'll arrange it!" Rokujo felt that his son and he really had a tacit understanding. Taking the train was cheap and hassle-free, so great!

Little Meatball quickly covered his mouth.

He clearly didn't say anything!

"Chibi Maruko-chan, let's take the train! Are you happy?" Rokujo Qingmen bought the train tickets familiarly, and started waiting for the train while holding the little meatball's hand.

Not really. Little Meatball wanted to say.

He always flies with his grandmother, his mother, and his uncles and aunts also take him on flights.

Dad is the stingiest one! He always takes me to soak his stinky feet...