Why are there such bizarre rules?
This was thanks to the training a few days ago. Because of the salt water, the fabric was brittle, and rolling it in mud resulted in four or five more exposed buttocks.
The outer pants were torn, revealing a floral pattern underneath, which was all fleshy rolls.
Somehow the story reached the children's ears and became distorted.
Yesterday, my son lost a game, and when he came home, he secretly took one of his little pants and cut two small holes, each about the size of a fingernail, just because his pants only had one hole.
The little guy who beat Li Zixing, his dad is very proud, his pants have two small holes.
The boundary line tipped in his favor; the star lost at the starting line.
Guess what the reward is?
It's equally hilarious.
Reward: Find Dad's ripped pants, cut two more holes, and try to win at the starting line again next time.
I'm speechless.
Li Pengfei looked at Xie Lin, who had a big head, with a forced smile, and really wanted to ask: How many holes are in your pants?
Xie Lin didn't know the rules; he only knew that the three little devils had already taken a shower, and he had just washed his clothes.
He was just about to go into the space for training, were those mischievous monkeys thinking he was too idle?
“You stinky egg, I helped Xingxing win. I beat everyone with one hand. Xingxing can cut her pants many times over.”
“We both won,” Chou Chou and Xiao Shi said in unison.
Are you very proud?
As punishment, they were not allowed to have an extra meal in the space that night.
Uh-huh?
"What do you mean by cutting pants?" The head of the household was completely baffled.
Fearing for his reputation in his later years, Li Pengfei fled.
You brat, you dare cut my pants? I'll skin you alive!
Li Zixing did not disappoint him. When he returned, his treasure had become honeycomb-shaped, and it was a variety of honeycombs.
"Li Zixing, I'll beat you to death, you little bastard."
He only has two pairs of pants, how is he going to wear them this time?
"Ouch, Dad, Dad, you can't hit me, this is a symbol of honor."
"What glory? I don't want that kind of glory."
"Oh no, Mom, save your son! Your husband is abusing you!"
"Old Li, don't hurt your hand, there are sticks in the kitchen."
The three people in the neighboring yard who were doing their homework in the dark chuckled.
This game is really fun.
After finishing the second round of laundry, the patriarch coughed and said, "Write carefully. I'll check it later. If it's not neat, there won't be any breakfast for Guagua tomorrow."
The three of them quickly buried themselves in writing.
Guagua said that tomorrow's breakfast will be animal-shaped steamed buns, with sweet potato wrappers, which will look and taste good.
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