Chapter 188 The Frog Inside Mao Mao's Stomach

As they walked out of the hospital with the first wife, Mao Mao asked, still puzzled, "Where did my brother go?"

The first wife patted her head: "He and his mother went home."

"What about the hospital?"

"I'm not coming."

Why didn't you come?

The first wife changed the subject: "Mao Mao, didn't you want to eat some baked flatbread? How many would you like?"

Mao Mao's attention was immediately diverted: "...Mao Mao, eat two!"

"So much? Can you eat it all?"

"For Mother." Mao Mao thought for a moment, then said, "Everyone should eat baked cakes."

The first wife smiled.

The driver, holding an umbrella, picked up the two and got into the car. They returned along the familiar road and stopped in front of the bakery where they bought a stack of baked flatbreads.

When they got home, the flatbread was still warm.

The aroma of the baked flatbread, brought out in the iron oven, is fully released. The meat filling, wheat, and sesame seeds sprinkled on the crust create a wonderful fragrance that not only Mao Mao but also the ladies in the family love.

The big white cat circled around everyone's feet, swishing its tail and meowing sweetly.

The second concubine hugged the little girl's chubby body and said with a beaming smile, "Our Mao Mao is so thoughtful. When she eats something delicious, she always remembers to buy some for the mothers."

The first wife asked, "You went to see Chairman Zhang today. How is Chairman Zhang's health?"

The first wife then gave a brief explanation.

Hearing that the young masters and misses of the Zhang family had angered their father, who was lying in a hospital bed, everyone felt that the pancakes in their hands tasted even better.

Mao Mao was happily eating her baked flatbread when she suddenly remembered something and abruptly raised her little head.

She put down the flatbread, her greasy little hands still wet, and hurriedly ran out the door.

When the third concubine saw this, she quickly said, "Mao Mao, where are you going? It's raining heavily outside!"

"That's right, it's raining outside, don't go out to play."

Without turning her head, Mao Mao shouted, "Car!"

The rain was pouring down outside. Mao Mao ran to the door, but the road in front of him was blocked by the rain.

She stood obediently under the eaves, not rushing into the heavy rain, but instead tiptoed and craned her neck to look towards the parking space of her car.

The children's stroller, which had been parked crookedly, had somehow been pushed into the paint-painted parking space and was now parked neatly inside, with the rain shelter above blocking out all the rain.

Mao Mao felt relieved and put her heels back on the ground.

She ran back happily, her little tuft of hair bobbing as she returned to sit down next to her second aunt and picked up a baked flatbread to continue eating.

The ladies who watched the whole thing laughed heartily.

"The General's gift is truly a perfect match for Mao Mao's heart."

"Now Mao Mao loves that little car the most. Whenever she has free time, she goes riding it with the cat."

The more you ride, the more exercise you get, and even your appetite increases.

After finishing a whole baked flatbread in one go, Mao Mao licked her lips and then, with a glistening smile, took half of it from her mother.

Springtime is rainy, and when it rains, Mao Mao can't drive his little car and can only stare blankly at the courtyard.

When Lou Yansui came home from school, she saw her younger sister squatting at the door, her little hands obediently placed on her knees, a round little ball, staring blankly at something in front of her.

"Maomao?"

Seeing her brother return, Mao Mao greeted him without turning her head: "Brother."

She continued to stare straight ahead, her eyes unblinking, her little face very serious.

Lou Yansui followed her gaze and saw only the wet grass in the courtyard.

The rain, which had been falling for most of the day, stopped in the evening, but the lawn was soaked, with water droplets clinging to the blades, making a squeaking sound when stepped on.

He squatted down next to his sister and looked carefully again, but saw nothing. "Mao Mao, what are you looking at?"

“Brother, there’s a frog,” Mao Mao said.

"Frog? Where?"

Mao Mao stretched out her little hand and pointed it out to him.

Lou Yansui perked up and looked carefully again and again before finally spotting a green frog hidden among the lush green grass.

The frog's color was similar to that of the grass leaves, and its small body was also hidden by the lush grass leaves. It's a mystery how Mao Mao found it.

The man and the frog faced each other from a distance.

With her chubby little face, Mao Mao said seriously, "Brother, listen."

Lou Yansui was completely bewildered, and listened intently.

After a long while, the frog finally croaked once.

"Coo~ Croak~"

Mao Mao's little face was serious: "Brother, did you hear that?"

Lou Yansui: "...Hmm."

"I heard it, it's a frog croaking, what's wrong?"

"Brother, hand."

Lou Yansui handed over her hand with a puzzled look.

Mao Mao placed his hand on her round little belly and stared at him without blinking.

The round little belly beneath her palm rose and fell with her breathing. After a moment, Lou Yansui felt her belly move slightly: "Gurgle~"

Mao Mao asked nervously, "Brother, did you hear that?"

"Hmm." This time, Yan Sui understood: "Is Mao Mao hungry?"

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen; the cook was almost ready to prepare dinner.

Normally, Mao Mao would have already eagerly gone to help the chef taste the food.

But now, she shook her little head with a serious expression.

"Brother, the frog is inside Mao Mao's belly."

A frog nearby chirped again in perfect unison, "Croak~"

Lou Yansui: "..."

He was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening, and then he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Although frogs croak, if you listen carefully, they do sound somewhat like the "gurgling" sound made when someone is hungry.

Lou Yansui quickly covered her mouth, trying to suppress her laughter, because her younger sister's expression was too serious.

Her hungry stomach rumbled, and with each rumble, the expression on Mao Mao's face grew more serious.

Lou Yansui suppressed a laugh and feigned a nervous expression: "What should we do? Has Second Brother returned?"

Mao Mao shook her head: "No."

Lou Yansui touched his sister's little belly in a very professional manner: "When your second brother comes back, have him perform surgery on Mao Mao and take out the frog inside."

"Surgery?"

"That's right. As long as we take the frog out, and... put some good food back in, Mao Mao will be cured."

Mao Mao listened in a daze, nodding her little head repeatedly.

evening.

Lou Heming finished his day's work at the hospital and went home with his briefcase.

As soon as I entered the door, my younger sister rushed over and hugged my leg.

"elder brother!"

"Mao Mao?" Lou Heming put down his briefcase, bent down and picked up his sister, saying gently, "Why is Mao Mao being so thoughtful today, coming out especially to welcome her brother?"

"elder brother!"

Mao Mao grabbed his clothes with her little hands and said nervously, "Brother, something terrible has happened! The frog died in Mao Mao's stomach!"

Lou Heming: "...???"