After Chaochao was forcibly taken back to the villa, Aunt Song carefully examined her over and over. Once she found that there was nothing wrong, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except for a certain little dumpling who looked at them with a puzzled expression.

She already said she was fine and nothing was wrong!

During dinner, Huo Qin and Grandpa Huo watched the little dumpling eating with her head down in silence, feeling as if the person in front of them was not Chaochao, but Chaochao Speed ​​Edition 2.0.

After quickly finishing her dinner, Chaochao grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth, jumped off the chair, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only her baby voice lingering in the air, "I'm done eating... Grandpa, Daddy, eat slowly..."

Huo Qin, who was at the company during the day, looked up at the old man and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

Grandpa Huo, who spent most of the afternoon in Emo and most of the time watching Chaochao Lezi videos, said: "I don't know..."

Huo Qin coldly curled the corners of his mouth, "Is this your sincerity in keeping her here?"

Grandpa Huo wasn't buying it at all: "Chaochao likes the garden in the old house, do you have one?"

However, Huo Qin did not fall into the other party's linguistic trap. He curled his thin lips and threw out a cannonball, "You made Chaochao cry today."

This instantly left the guilty-looking Old Master Huo speechless: "..."

When Jiang Chi returned to the Huo residence after being busy for a day or two, he happened to run into Chaochao, who was walking out of the garden with her head down.

The little dumpling, with a small bucket slung over its arm and a thin layer of dirt on its pearly cheeks, was walking by dejectedly, swaying unsteadily.

Jiang Chi had seen this look before, on the faces of working-class people who had just returned home from working overtime in the office building.

"Chaochao, what's wrong?"

Upon hearing this, the little dumpling turned around and saw Jiang Chi, whom she hadn't seen for almost two days. Her discouraged little eyes immediately brightened up. "Brother, you're finally back!"

Jiang Chi raised his hand and tucked a stray strand of hair that was covering the little dumpling's forehead behind her ear. "What were you doing?"

The mere mention of this thought brought a wave of melancholy back to Chaochao's heart, rising to her brows. The little dumpling sighed deeply, "Brother, you'd better not say anything more..."

Jiang Chi: "?"

Chaochao took a zebra-striped pebble from the small bucket and stuffed it into Jiang Chi's hand, saying, "Give one to your brother."

Then, as he continued his dazed walk into the villa, his small figure looked forlorn in the evening breeze.

Jiang Chi looked down at the stone in his hand. "Wait—"

When Chaochao was called back, she looked back at the young man in confusion, and finally showed a little expression that said, "I really can't do anything with you." She pulled a dark object out of the bucket and put it on the stone in Jiang Chi's hand.

"Remember to return it later."

The little dumpling thoughtfully gave a message.

As dusk settled, Jiang Chi focused intently and finally made out the black mass on the stone.

Suddenly freed from its restraints, the cicada fluttered its transparent, iridescent wings and began to chirp heart-wrenchingly in Jiang Chi's hand.

At this moment, in the twilight, Jiang Chi became a man whose voice reverberated throughout the world.

"..." Jiang Chi remained silent for a while, then casually placed the kidnapped cicada on the nearest tree branch and called out to the little dumpling, "Don't go yet."

Just as the little dumpling, looking indulgent and helpless, was about to pull out the next thing, Jiang Chi quickly stopped her, "Want to eat?"

Chaochao immediately stopped her hand reaching for the bucket, her head snapping up, her big eyes even brighter than when she had seen him earlier. "Does brother have one?"

Jiang Chi couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, but he quickly comforted himself, thankfully it was just food, and the little dumpling always had a great love for food.

Jiang Chi's hands, which had been behind his back, finally had a chance to be revealed.

"Wow--"

Seeing the soft, cloud-like green fluff, a green light shone in Chaochao's almond-shaped eyes. She happily took it, her little mouth agape—

"I really want to have a bite too."

A young man's lazy voice came from behind.

The little dumpling immediately shut its mouth, trying hard to hold back its drool, and handed it over, saying, "Then brother eats first."

Jiang Chi took it and raised an eyebrow: "I really ate it."

"Uh-huh."

So, after nodding, Chaochao witnessed the young man grab the whole thing, roll it into a ball, and stuff it into his mouth.

One bite at a time.

From having the whole world to having nothing, it can happen in the blink of an eye.

Chaochao's blank, dazed eyes darted back and forth between the bare bamboo skewer and Jiang Chi's mouth. Her little brain struggled to process the problem before her, and finally, her mouth trembled as she opened it—

"Here, this is yours."

Jiang Chi slowly took out a second pink piggy from behind his back, successfully stopping the little dumpling's burgeoning sobs.

Staring intently at the piglet, Chaochao's eyes lit up this time. She put the bucket down and eagerly raised her two little hands: "Pig, pig, pig! I want it! I want it!"

In the gentle night, Chaochao sat on a bench in the garden, having finally finished the last bite of the piglet, stared at the stick in thought for a moment, and then abruptly asked:

"Brother, do you think there are any stones in the world that look exactly alike?"

Jiang Chi, who was drinking water next to him, almost choked: "What, did you get the stunt double script?"

Chaochao: "?"

She didn't understand the script about the body double, but her contemplation of this philosophical question continued until she went to sleep.

"I'll do it, I'll do it."

After taking a bath with the help of her older sister Zhizhi, Chaochao took a towel from Huoqin and covered her half-damp hair with it.

At her wits' end, Chaochao decided to consult her wise father.

"Daddy, can you find a stone like Little Green?"

Mr. Huo closed the document and said calmly, "If you want, have someone make one just like it."

He paused, searching his memory for the image of the little green thing that the little dumpling had shown him before, "Do you want the rock, or should we change it to jade?"

Chaochao grasped the two sides of the orange cotton towel with her two little hands and wiped her hair back and forth. After hearing Huo Qin's words, she said in her childish voice, "But that's not the one I found."

If I throw it in the bushes, then you'll find it, right?

Huo Qin thought calmly.

Lost in thought, Chaochao stood there motionless, her little hands mechanically dragging the towel back and forth, her face, hidden under the huge towel, unusually serious.

Strands of brown hair mysteriously rose up and transformed into the shape of sea urchins, without the person even noticing.

Having made her decision, Chaochao pulled the towel off her head.

"Okay, I understand!"

On the other side, Huo Qin stared at the little dumpling's frizzy, hair-streaked afro, speechless for a long time.

The little ball of fluff noticed Huo Qin's fixed gaze.

"Daddy, why aren't you saying anything?"

"..."