It spit out strings of pearls, even more fluent than the second and sixth ones. Cheng Zhenzhu almost laughed out loud at the soft, fuzzy little voice. Before, when the sixth one called the eighth one a flatterer, she hadn't really felt it, but today, she really felt it.
Liu Tiao was just gagging at the hot food he had just taken out of the hot pot when he saw Ba Tiao showing off again. Worried about losing his position, he hurriedly said, "Mom, hello... great~"
"Yeah, great! Don't burn yourself! Blow on it before eating..." Cheng Zhenzhu scooped a handful of vermicelli for each of the little ones. This was the only big pot she had for tonight; she didn't cook anything else. She soaked three balls of vermicelli, and with all the vegetables, it should be enough...
Liu Tiao nodded and flattered slowly. As long as his flattery was there, it would be fine.
Cheng Zhenzhu scooped herself two handfuls of vermicelli noodles and two slices of beef. The tomato hotpot was quite good, sweet and sour, not too greasy. By the end of the big pot, apart from a few leaves and two slices of tofu, there was nothing left. Even the tomatoes at the bottom of the pot had been completely drained.
One adult and six children put down their bowls and chopsticks and burped together.
"That's great..." Qi Tiao leaned on the sofa, shook his two short legs, and said happily.
"Our family is nice, right?" Er Tiao patted his round belly with a happy expression.
"Yeah!" Bajo nodded, looking very satisfied.
"We can just eat it tomorrow..." But this was impossible, Liu Tiao knew it in his heart. He pinched his belly from time to time, and began to think about what he should do next time to be rewarded with hot pot.
"Okay, okay, don't lie down anymore. It's time to digest the food." Yi Tiao clapped his hands, called his younger brothers, and then pulled up San Tiao, who was holding his two arms.
San Tiao was worried, his two thin eyebrows almost twisted together. He disliked the evening digestion exercise and the morning jog and boxing exercises the most. But Mom said life lies in exercise, so he might as well exercise a little... San Tiao caught up with the group, strolling slowly at the end.
One of them had long legs and walked quickly, soon reaching shoulder to shoulder with San Tiao. He glanced at San Tiao, indicating that he would keep his eyes on him. San Tiao straightened his back and took two quick steps, but soon slowed down again...
"Follow me!" One of them dragged him along. Apart from the seventh and eighth cats, the third one was the shortest and looked the weakest. And the third one didn't like to exercise, which made him, the eldest brother, feel like a failure.
He's so skinny and weak, what's he going to do if he gets bullied at school this year? Although he and his older brother are also in school and can protect San Tiao, they're not in the same class, so there will always be times when they can't protect him... and they're all going to be soldiers! If this short little guy doesn't grow up quickly, he won't be able to join the army.
Three reasons why I don't want to be a soldier: ...
Three helpless. He said he didn't want to join the army, and his brother called him an idiot. He hadn't even called his brother an idiot yet, and every time he did math, he would ask him about it, and he'd get it wrong again...
Fortunately, the two older brothers would be going to school the next day. The next morning, San Tiao was very happy to be the "big brother" again. He took his younger brothers for a few laps and then dismissed them to do whatever they wanted.
Six-Tiao felt it wasn't enough, so Three-Tiao told him to walk a few more laps. Then Six-Tiao carried Eight-Tiao and ran with him. After the run, he asked Eight-Tiao for his "running fee"—a spoonful of milk powder.
"No~" Bajio's eyes widened, and he grabbed the bag tightly and refused. He couldn't give his milk powder to his brother Liujio anymore. He also needed to grow up quickly, taller and bigger, so that the pot wouldn't fit him anymore. Otherwise, his brother Liujio would just eat him out...
Liu Tiao never imagined that his joke would backfire, cutting off his chance to cheat Ba Tiao out of milk powder. Seeing that Ba Tiao was unwilling to give him milk powder, he didn't force him and replaced the "running fee" with White Rabbit milk candy.
"Okay~" This time, Ba Tiao gave it to him with a grin. Yesterday, San Tiao gave him one, but he didn't eat the one yesterday. Adding the one Mom gave him today, he now has three. Liu Tiao's brother ran with him and taught him boxing, so he could give Liu Tiao one...
Toffees are good too, with a milky flavor. Six Tiao licked the sweet White Rabbit candy, comforting himself... He had originally planned to tell his older brother that Three Tiao was lazy and didn't exercise. But since he could earn Eight Tiao's "running fee," he decided not to tell him!
......
Two weeks passed like this. It was another Saturday. Cheng Zhenzhu took the children to pick up the family photos as agreed.
The children were all very happy, getting up early to wash their faces and brush their teeth, not looking tired at all. After breakfast, they would run ahead of Cheng Zhenzhu, running for a while, then stopping to wait for their mother, the shorter-legged Seven and Eight, and the slower Three.
"San Tiao, have you really been exercising well recently?" Er Tiao looked at San Tiao with thin arms and legs and expressed some doubt.
When Yitiao heard this, he looked around and saw that Santiao's face was a little red and he seemed to be breathing heavily. He felt that something was wrong.
If I ran every day, this wouldn't happen.
Liu Tiao covered Ba Tiao's mouth tightly and took him away. This conspicuous action made Yi Tiao even more suspicious.
"Okay..." Sanjo admitted that he hadn't been exercising much recently. However, he did run a few laps, hoping that his brothers would go easy on him.
Considering that it was his first offense and he had run a few laps, One and Two discussed and decided to give Three only two extra laps each time, so as to slowly make up for the previous laps.
Cheng Zhenzhu, standing nearby, watched as Yitiao and Ertiao meticulously arranged Santiao's training plan. She listened quietly, not offering a helping hand. Santiao had grown a bit taller recently; it seemed the formula and exercise regimen was effective, and it was worth continuing the effort.
Two laps, that's a lot... San Tiao hung his head, looking a little wilted. But soon the little guy was cheered up by the comic books of his two brothers.
Seeing that San Tiao was discouraged, Yitiao and Ertiao decided to give San Tiao the picture book that their mother bought for them last time. San Tiao nodded and smiled happily.
Then the crying face shifted to Liu Tiao, who was so happy that he wanted to do somersaults on the ground.
"Batiao and I ran every day, a lot. If you don't believe me, ask Batiao." Liutiao was caught by Yitiao, and he quickly pulled Batiao to testify for him.
"Yeah, yeah~" Yajo nodded happily, still recovering from the tickling game with his brother Rokujo.
"Then why did you cover your eight mouths just now?" Yitiao's insight was still very sharp.
"I know, a guilty conscience," Nijou quickly replied. He had forgotten where he'd learned this idiom, but he felt it fit perfectly here.
Second brother is talking nonsense, he is not weak!
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