"..." Suppressing a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, Huo Qin, always prone to inexplicable shock, picked up his water glass, took a tactical sip, and then said, "Have you ever seen a colored egg? Or a multicolored one...?"

Huo Qin couldn't bear to say those two words anymore.

Chaochao seemed to have temporarily forgotten the embarrassment of being slapped in the face and tilted her head to explain seriously and earnestly: "Maybe it's because Grey ate the colorful little flowers!"

After uttering those words, the little dumpling in front of me fell silent.

I was amazed by my own wisdom.

How can she be so smart!

They can already apply what they've learned to other situations!

A man's light, airy voice came from the sofa beside me:

"Really... then let Aunt Ning sweep it."

Chaochao's excited mind suddenly cleared, and with lightning speed, she picked up the thing that was neither fish nor egg and stuffed it into her pocket, shaking her head repeatedly: "No need, no need, I'll show it to Huihui later, maybe it's its baby..."

—Then why did you put it in your pocket?

Huo Qin asked calmly.

"..." The little dumpling hesitated for a moment, then quickly ran off, "Daddy, I'm going to wash my hands right now—"

Waaaaah, if I stay any longer, my poop... oh no, my balls... I'm really going to lose my candy!

Although they say they are washing their hands.

But instead of going to the bathroom or looking for the chubby little bird in the yard that might belong to the owner, he huffed and puffed his way straight to his room on the second floor.

Huo Qin, who witnessed all of this: "..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering for a moment.

Could it be that he really has presbyopia in the little dumpling's eyes?