"Otherwise, I'm afraid if I go there, I won't be able to resist wanting to beat their whole family to death."
The village head's smile hadn't even appeared on his lips before it was cut short.
...
The sun was shining brightly as Bai Tian and his family walked back home.
Bai Tian carried Er Mao, who was vomiting blood, on his back.
Jiang Dai was holding the hand of her well-behaved and considerate little girl.
Behind them followed Dog Egg and Big Hair.
The family strolled slowly home.
Juanjuan couldn't help but look around, and a feeling of unease suddenly welled up in her heart.
Such a scene of a family walking together quietly seemed to have never appeared in her memory before.
This is the first time.
But they are no longer the parents and brothers they used to be.
Juanjuan gripped her mother's hand tightly and looked up at her mother carefully.
They look alike, but personally, she just prefers her current mother.
Juanjuan felt that she was not a good child.
Her original parents and brother may have already died, but instead of being sad, she likes her current parents and brother.
She didn't know if this was right or wrong; it seemed right, but it also seemed wrong.
"Rolling up".
A soft, gentle voice rang out.
Juanjuan snapped out of her daze and saw that her mother had stopped and was looking at her with a gentle expression.
Juanjuan watched as her mother raised her hand, her slender, white index finger extending and gently touching her brow.
"Juanjuan, if there's anything you need to tell your mother."
Jiang Dai looked at the little girl in front of her.
Slender, obedient, and capable, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes that resemble a dog's, innocent and round.
But for some reason, the dampness always carried a hint of lingering sorrow, and at such a young age, it possessed a maturity beyond its years.
Without thinking twice, Jiang Dai bent down and picked up the little girl.
Perhaps it's because I feel sorry for her.
"Come on, Mother, carry us and let's go."
Jiang Dai picked up Juanjuan, not forgetting her two adopted sons behind her.
"Do you two want a hug?" Jiang Dai asked.
The eldest son spoke up: "No, thank you."
The second son shook his head and politely declined.
The curly body was still a little uncomfortable when it was picked up.
But gradually, she tried to relax her body, and then carefully wrapped her arms around her mother's neck, until finally she chose a comfortable position and leaned against her mother's neck.
The child lay quietly, listening to the birdsong, the sound of his parents walking, and... the whispers of his family.
Eldest brother: [What a joke, me still needing my mother to carry me? Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl.]
[Me, a dignified thousand-year-old cultivator, needing to be carried? Hilarious!]
Second brother: [Our parents are indeed different from what I remember.]
Third Brother: [System! Check favorability!]
[-22, tsk, not bad, not bad! Negative numbers can also open up space, but only for one compressed biscuit or two raw sweet potatoes.]
When we get home, I'll quietly toss the sweet potatoes into the yard so my parents can roast them.
As Juanjuan listened, she couldn't help but look at her third brother, who was pretending to faint.
I just feel...
The most amazing person in the family seems to be the third brother.
She didn't quite understand any of it, but it sounded very impressive.
So, when she saw her mother carrying two things, she ran over happily.
While he was still muttering, "Juanjuan, start a fire, let's roast sweet potatoes!"
Juanjuan was already somewhat mentally prepared.
The child stood on tiptoe, looking at the two oddly shaped long strips in his mother's hand.
"This is a sweet potato...?"
Jiang Dai: "Huh? You didn't know?"
Juanjuan looked up, her face blank, as if to say: Should I know?
Jiang Dai, however, was overjoyed.
[This sweet potato, Juanjuan doesn't know about it. Does no one here know that sweet potatoes are edible?]
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