Zhang Tong stared speechlessly at the three people squatting next to the small stacker cart, chatting away.
One is someone who enjoys watching the drama unfold, while the other is unintentionally fanning the flames—they really aren't afraid of getting burned themselves.
"Shishi, we're home. The porridge is ready."
"Egg, look, red underwear, but not a fart or an egg yet. Corpse wants to see a fart or an egg."
The little girl, who had been pulled up, pointed with a grin at the two people rolling on the ground.
Tear it apart!
As if in response to her, the pants, which had only had a loose seam, tore open with a long tear, revealing a bright red, round bottom.
"Hahaha, big ass, big balls, red underwear big ass, big balls."
Zhang Tong quickly covered a certain excited little mouth.
Ancestors, you can't say things like that.
Soldiers came and went, getting food. One of them had a huge hole in his pants; if word got out, how embarrassing would that be for the little girl?
Even though they are still young, they still have a sense of shame.
Li Zixing quickly covered his eyes and pulled his head back.
He had just heard Aunt Zhang's voice, so he poked his head out, and then there was a tearing sound, so...
How embarrassing!
He didn't want red underwear; it was too conspicuous, and you could see it as soon as the pants ripped.
The little girl, whose pants had ripped open, felt the coolness on her bottom, and her cheeks flushed red.
Hearing the comment about "red underwear and a big butt," his face turned even redder.
Oh right, she wore red underwear today.
If you're going to wear it, then wear it. Who was the one who had the nerve to shout that out?
Because she still had some self-respect, she jumped up, covered her backside, and turned her head angrily.
The little girl who had been pinned to the ground quickly got up and stood timidly by the bucket.
She accidentally bumped into Sun Xiaozhu's bucket, spilling her water.
If she has to pay for it, she won't have enough water to carry home, and her mother will beat her to death.
The little girl's name was Liu Daya. She shrank back and waited timidly for Sun Xiaozhu to ask her to pay for the water.
After Zhang Tong understood the reason for the incident, his gaze fell on Liu Daya's pants, which were much too short.
Because the pants were wet, they were covered in dust.
The little girl was very thin; she was probably born into a family that favored sons over daughters.
Yesterday, my husband warned the family members, but we can't keep an eye on every household. If the water is lost, the children will probably suffer when they get home.
She sighed and asked Yao Lixiang to give her half a bucket of water, promising to return the other half when she got home.
We received two buckets of water today, and we used half of them, which wasn't a problem.
Yao Lixiang deftly distributed half a bucket of water to the little girl with her pants open.
Sun Xiaozhu had also been watching the commotion at the Zhu family's house yesterday. She recognized the powerful-looking man in front of her and was somewhat frightened.
"Thank you, aunties. Thank you, leader."
With so many people in the family, even someone who is only half-baked will get a beating, which is why she got so angry that she beat Liu Daya.
Liu Daya also thanked her repeatedly.
"Go back quickly. Be careful on the way. Don't spill anything. We all live in the same compound and should be good friends. Don't fight anymore."
"Okay, we won't fight." The two said in unison, afraid of being kicked out of the family compound.
Having seen enough of the red buttocks and testicles, the corpse suddenly said to Liu Daya's back, "Egg, little Egg ate bamboo shoots stir-fried with meat yesterday."
A question mark flashed across Zhang Tong's forehead. "Shishi said who's eating bamboo shoots stir-fried with pork?"
Xiao Dan, Yao Lixiang, and Li Zixing were all unaware of the story of stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork, so they listened attentively.
"Little Egg, who wasn't wearing red underwear, didn't get any food yesterday and had to eat sticks instead."
? ? ?
Four question mark faces.
The little girl, Shishi, shook her head with great emotion, "Shishi is an obedient child and doesn't eat bamboo shoots stir-fried with meat."
She poked Li Zixing's forehead again, "Little Egg, you have to be good so you don't have to eat bamboo shoots stir-fried with meat."
“That little egg was disobedient, so the eggs in her house hit her with sticks.”
Li Zixing's bewildered mind seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.
His name is clearly Li Zixing, or Xingxing (Star), but his sister always called him Xiaodandan (Little Egg) and Aunt Yaodandan.
At first, he thought his sister got along well with Aunt Yao, so he gave her a nickname.
I never expected to have a nickname.
He thought his nickname and Aunt Yao's nickname were unique, but he didn't expect that Uncle Xiao and Aunt Zhang were also egg-shaped.
So, in my sister's eyes, adults are eggs, and children are little eggs.
That's a really unique way to address someone as "elder sister."
Zhang Tong always felt that things shouldn't be like this.
That little girl clearly wasn't favored by her family; who knows what she was hiding.
But how did the little girl know that?
Did she go anywhere else yesterday besides the service center?
"Shishi, how did you know? Did you see it?"
"Yes, I saw it and I heard it."
Zhang Tong thought for a moment and asked, "How did Shishi see it? And how did she hear it?"
Did she really go to that little girl's house by mistake?
"What the eyes see and the ears hear."
Four people: ? ? ?
Shishi tilted her head back and poured the rest of the soy milk into her mouth in one gulp.
After swallowing, seeing that all four people were looking at him, he cleverly used his brain and began to imitate their speech with great expression.
She sat on the ground hugging her legs.
"Mom, stop hitting me, it hurts. I won't eat lunch, I'll give it to my little brother."
Then he stood up and waved the lunchbox as a stick.
"Hmph, you lowly slut, rice is so precious, how dare you eat it? You're not worthy!"
"You're only allowed to cook lunch for three people: mine, your dad's, your brother's, and your own stomach. Figure it out yourself."
"If you dare to try to outsmart me and steal food, you'd better get a beating."
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