"Okay, continue to observe."
"Yes, Master."
A month later, it had grown to the size of a broad bean.
According to No. 001's estimate, it will grow to the size of a ping-pong ball in another month.
Harvested during the Lunar New Year period, they will grow to about one pound.
Zhuang Zhimeng doesn't plan to make anything too big; one pound will do.
A tree's worth of black truffles will be left to continue growing.
That day, Zhuang Zhimeng and An Qingbai returned home.
The four little ones ran over and hugged them, each chiming in with their own words.
"Parent-child sports day?"
"Yes, Mom (Aunt), it's this Friday."
What kinds of projects are there?
Fatty raised his hand.
“I know, there are two people and three legs.”
Nao Nao also answered.
"And the kangaroo back."
Zhuang Zhimeng laughed.
"Haha, honey, can you carry both kids on your back at once?"
And if DouDou and QiQi also participate, then you'll have to run two rounds.
An Qingbai squatted down.
"Any two of you come up first, I'll give it a try."
One of the chubby kids was clinging to his father's back, while the other was being held by him.
Zhuang Zhimeng and Dou Dou shouted together.
"Ready, go!"
An Qingbai started running around in the yard.
After running around once, it was DouDou QiQi's turn again.
Two laps went okay, but it might take several more rounds.
"Only two of you can participate in this competition. If it goes on for several rounds, we will definitely lose."
Zhuang Zhimeng offered a suggestion.
"So, you guys play rock-paper-scissors, and whoever wins gets to participate in the competition with Dad (Uncle)."
All four little ones agreed.
"Mom, should we practice three-legged race? No, we should practice seven-legged race."
"You can compete together, right?"
"The teacher didn't say it wasn't allowed."
"Okay, practicing a bit is fine too."
An Qingbai found some ropes.
After binding their feet.
"Listen to my command: when I say one, we all step out with our left foot, and when I say two, we step out with our right foot."
They all understood.
Practice begins.
After walking only a couple of steps, the formation broke up.
Zhuang Zhimeng laughed heartily.
"Don't worry, we will adjust according to your pace, no need to rush."
Fatty smiled sheepishly.
"Hehe, I'm afraid I won't make it."
"Just walk normally."
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