"It's because those big bad guys have been chased away by the uncles. The aunties are hiding here, afraid to make a sound, because they're afraid that if the uncles leave, those big bad guys will come looking for them. Now that the big bad guys are gone and the uncles are back, Niannian can speak loudly again."
The little baby pouts and speaks in a childish voice with a confident air.
However, eight-year-old Xiaozhuangniu was not to be outdone and immediately raised his voice to retort, "You think they're gone just because you say so? I'd say they haven't left! If you're so capable, then tell my daddy to come down and pick us up right now!"
Little Zhuangniu had been cooped up in the cellar for almost half an hour and really wanted his father to come and take them out, so he called out without thinking.
The next moment, almost as soon as Xiao Zhuangniu's childish voice fell, the cellar cover was pulled open.
The person who opened the door was Wang Sheng. As soon as he opened the door, he heard the last syllable of his son's voice. His anger flared up instantly. He pointed at his little brat and roared, "You dare to shout in the cellar! Get your ass over here, or I'll skin you alive!"
After Xiao Zhuangniu finished shouting, before he could even retract his defiant gaze, he was caught off guard and met his father's fiery eyes. He immediately shuddered, pouted, and shrank back in fear, crying.
At this moment, the little dumpling looked at the pitiful big bull, who had clearly done something wrong, and pouted his little face, looking up at the fierce Uncle Sheng.
“Uncle Sheng is so fierce! My dad said that a father shouldn’t be so fierce. Brother Zhuangniu didn’t do anything wrong. He just believed that Niannian could speak.”
When Wang Sheng saw the indignant little baby, he swallowed the stern reprimand that was on the tip of his tongue. Looking at the baby's delicate and beautiful face, he immediately felt awe and dared not scold Zhuang Niu anymore.
Well… he glanced at his own brat and couldn’t help but snort inwardly. When did he start currying favor with that little mountain god?
Wang Sheng glared at him fiercely one last time before turning to a smile. He looked at his little mountain god's unhappy face with a beaming smile and quickly said, "Yes, yes, Niannian is right. Uncle shouldn't have been so fierce. It's just that this kid is too naughty, so Uncle scolded him a few more times."
As he spoke, Wang Sheng bent down and picked up the little baby, then helped Tiger's mother and the other women and children climb up one by one.
The little boy hugged Wang Sheng's neck, nestled on his shoulder, and comforted Uncle Sheng in a soft, sweet voice:
“Niannian thinks that Brother Zhuangniu is very well-behaved. He is not naughty at all. When we were little, Fifth Brother often tore down Uncle Ugly Bird’s house next door to pieces. Sometimes he would even accidentally tear down a piece of our house. My father was never angry.”
Wang Sheng's wife, Zhuang Niu's mother, happened to be walking to the cellar entrance when she heard the little boy's soft, childish voice. She tripped and almost fell down, but luckily Wang Sheng reacted quickly and pulled her out of the way.
The strong ox behind her quickly helped his mother up and assured her, "Mother, don't worry, your son wouldn't dare to destroy the house!"
Upon hearing this, Zhuangniu's mother wiped away a cold sweat, glanced nervously at her innocent-looking, blinking little dumpling, and said weakly, "It's good that you wouldn't dare, it's good that you wouldn't dare..."
The little dumpling tilted her head blankly, her dark eyes blinking repeatedly; she looked so innocent.
"Young man, what brings you to our village? Oh, is this little rascal a... raccoon?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
