Chapter 287 Pink Eye 1 This child is very competitive and always likes to stare...
Xiaoyueliang doesn't like Maodan. At first, this guy always stuck to her brother, but later when her brother didn't want to play with him, he came and stuck to Xiaoyueliang.
Little Yueliang couldn't stand it anymore. This Maodan was always stupid. She said she didn't like sticky corn, so why did he bring two more?
Her face flushed with anger, and she asked with her hands on her hips, "What on earth do you want to do? I told you I don't eat this, I only like crispy corn!"
Maodan scratched the back of his head in confusion. "What is crispy corn? All the corn in my house is like this. Grandma sent it from the countryside. It's delicious."
Little Moon had a stinky face, turned around and ran to the kitchen, looked at Shen Qingwan who was cooking, and shouted: "Auntie Wan, do we still have corn? Give me one."
Shen Qingwan quickly went to the basin on the cupboard and took one over. It was not that she was stingy, but when summer vacation came, there would be many children coming to the yard.
This crispy corn was sent by Yao Mengmeng from the countryside. There wasn't much of it to begin with. If the children saw it, they would all come to ask her for it, and Little Moon would have nothing to eat.
She could only place the corn a little higher. She took one down and broke it into two pieces, one large and one small. She reminded him, "There are only two left. Your Aunt Meng can only bring new ones the day after tomorrow. If you finish them today, there won't be any left."
"I understand, Aunt Wan." Xiaoyueliang held half a corn in one hand and gave the smaller half to Maodan. Maodan took a bite and it seemed that it was indeed different from the ones at home.
I quickly went back to ask grandma why they didn’t have anything like this at home.
Aunt Mao took a bite and said with a smile, "Does our Maodan like to eat this? Then grandma will go to the market to buy some crispy corn tomorrow."
Maodan finally breathed a sigh of relief. The next morning, as grandma had just cooked several crispy corns, he took one out, chilled it with well water, and ran to the back to give it to Xiaoyue to eat.
Little Yueliang was worried because the crispy corn at home was gone today, and the ones from the vegetable market were not as delicious as the ones Aunt Meng sent. She didn't like them and could only force herself to drink a bowl of porridge.
At this moment, Maodan gave her a piece of crispy corn, and she was quite happy. But after taking a bite, she became unhappy again.
As usual, the bitten half is broken off and fed to the chickens, and the rest is returned to the eggs.
Maodan was depressed: "Little Moon, why are you unhappy again? This is crispy corn."
"It's not tasty." Xiaoyueliang's taste buds are very picky. She can taste the slightest differences between ingredients and then distinguish their origins.
For example, the one Maodan brought must have been planted by the river, where the soil is very moist, and the corn kernels are plump but not sweet enough.
Aunt Meng's place is not by the river, so the soil humidity is relatively low and the corn grown there is sweeter, so she likes to eat the corn from Aunt Meng's house.
She tilted her head and asked, "Maodan, are you stupid? Can't you tell that this corn isn't very sweet?"
He couldn't tell the difference between the two. He scratched the back of his head, looking bewildered: "Really? It tastes just as sweet to me."
Little Moon rolled her eyes and ignored him.
Maodan felt aggrieved and had to go back to ask his grandma, but his grandma couldn't tell the difference either. This was the end of him. Why was it so difficult to please Sister Moon?
He held his cheeks with a sad face and squatted at the door, sighing.
It was lunchtime and Yao Zhizhi was eating when Aunt Mao came with two corns, followed by the dejected Maodan.
Yao Zhizhi was at work today, and she didn't know what happened at home in the morning, so she could only smile and ask Aunt Mao to sit down.
Aunt Mao was helpless and roughly explained what happened. Yao Zhizhi was at a loss for words and explained, "Xiaoyue's tongue is quite picky. She can even tell the difference between rice from different communes. The same goes for fruits and vegetables. She can tell the difference in production area just by tasting them. As for what seasonings were used in the cooking, whether there were too many or too few, she knows it all."
Aunt Mao was stunned. "So amazing? Then try these two! I went to Mao Ling's place specially to get them. She said Peng Dajun asked someone to bring them over from the countryside. They're very sweet."
Little Moon quickly put down her chopsticks, took a bite, and exclaimed, "Grandma Mao, this is so sweet. Where is it from?"
"I don't know either. If you like it, I'll ask your Aunt Mao Ling to get some more." Aunt Mao finally breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know what was wrong with Maodan and why he kept running here all day.
In terms of personality, Xiaoyueliang has a bad temper and is not as gentle and easy to talk to as Maodan's own fourth sister. It is probably because Maodan has an old habit of being obsessed with some toy from Xiaoyueliang.
Sure enough, as soon as Little Moon praised the sweetness of the corn, Maodan blushed and asked, "Then...then can you lend me that spinning top?"
Little Moon sneered, "I knew you would be like this. No wonder you're always courting me!"
Aunt Mao's face turned red. Oh my God, Maodan, that shameful bastard, turned out to be coveting other people's things.
It's true that you can tell a child's behavior by looking at him when he's three years old. He used to love snatching toys from the little stars, but he always lost. Now he has simply changed his approach and is trying to please the little moon.
Alas, this child has only achieved this much. As elders, we can’t say anything, because he is our own child after all.
But she was embarrassed to take things for free. After all, corn was worthless. So she had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask, "Little Moon, where did you buy that spinning top? Tell Grandma Mao and she'll go buy it herself."
"My third uncle made it! I can't bear to give it away. I can lend him other toys." Little Yueliang raised her chin proudly, and the two little braids on her head swayed.
Aunt Mao thought to herself that it was no wonder that she couldn't borrow it. She could only coax Maodan a little: "Then grandma will take you to the mall to have a look. The toy of Ren Xiaoyue was made by Uncle Wei Hua. It has special meaning."
Maodan was unhappy and immediately started crying with his mouth pouted, just like when he was a child.
Aunt Mao was so embarrassed that she quickly stood up and wanted to take him away. What a shame! People told her that she could lend him other toys, but he was still crying here. What a shame!
Yao Zhizhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she could only look at Little Star and say, "Son, are you still playing with the toys in that basket? Can you borrow a couple of furry eggs to play with?"
Little Star was not happy at first, but since her sister was eating someone else's corn, she let it go.
He put down his chopsticks, went to the room and brought out a basket: "Grandma Mao, please let Maodan choose two. Don't lose any."
"How can I feel embarrassed?" Aunt Mao's face was burning. This Maodan really made her lose face, but she couldn't bear to beat or scold him. Now that she saw Maodan's eyes fixed on the other person's basket, she knew that she could not save her face.
I had to pretend that I didn't hold it tightly and let the egg slip away.
But she had her dignity to save, so while Maodan was choosing toys, she quickly went back and brought back two bunches of grapes, just to save some face.
Yao Zhizhi, remembering Aunt Mao's kindness, only accepted one bunch and gave her two crisp peaches in return. She smiled and said, "Aunt Mao, they are just children, it's normal. If you have something nice at home, you can lend it to my child to play with."
Aunt Mao finally breathed a sigh of relief. Xiao Yao was such a kind child. For so many years, Maodan always came to borrow toys from their child, and Xiao Yao still had to consider her face and comfort her with words. She was really touched.
When it was almost time to get off work, she hurriedly took her child to Peng Dajun's place and asked Mao Ling to educate Maodan.
Aunt Mao pleaded earnestly, "If it really doesn't work, you can just buy some toys so I can go through the motions. Even if the kids don't like it, at least I'm showing my attitude, right?"
Mao Ling has been busy enjoying herself these past few years. After all, she left her child to be taken care of by her biological mother, and she also kicked out Kong Badou, who forced her to have a child. Peng Dajun is not a troublemaker, and the couple spends time together after work, talking about love and living a very happy life.
As for money, she was not stingy, but she had too many children and the expenses were high. A lot of Peng Dajun's salary was spent on it. How could she have the nerve to be so extravagant and buy toys? Now that her mother said so, she had no choice but to agree. She picked a day off and bought some toys and sent them back to the alley.
Now the Mao family was bustling with activity. Not only were the four children having fun, but other children from the alley were also attracted to play.
Maodan rubbed his hands excitedly, hoping that Little Star and Little Moon would come to borrow his toys.
Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, he still didn't see the brother and sister, so he had to run out under the pretext of going to the bathroom.
When I got to the backyard, I saw that the brother and sister had gotten a set of electric track train from somewhere and it was running around the yard.
Maodan was depressed now. Why? Why were the toys of the brother and sister always so fresh and fun?
I haven't seen it in shopping malls.
He came over and squatted beside Little Moon, sticking out his big butt, staring at the little train running around in circles, and asked, "Little Moon, where did this come from?"
"This was sent by my third uncle from Hong Kong!" Little Moon looked up and saw Maodan's dirty face. She glanced aside in disdain and asked, "Did you not wipe your mouth after eating? You're so sloppy."
"I... I forgot." Maodan wiped it quickly with the back of his hand. In fact, his grandma was very clean and used to chase after him and his sister to help them wipe the floor. But now his grandma is old and can't chase them anymore. She can only remind them verbally. He was in a playful mood and agreed verbally, but forgot about it as soon as he turned his head.
He looked at Xiaoyue's disgusted eyes and lowered his head in grievance.
Little Moon rolled her eyes and stopped playing with him. She went into the house and got out another set of flying chess, then called her brother to play with her.
Maodan was amazed again and went over to play with them, but the brother and sister didn't like him. They only played with him for a short while and then put the things away under the pretext of taking a nap.
But Maodan wanted to play so much that he went back home reluctantly and cried to his grandma.
Aunt Mao was very troubled. Once the policy was relaxed, it would be much more convenient to send things from Hong Kong. She had just learned that Yao Weihua had gone to Hong Kong.
She sends back some nice things every now and then. Even if her daughter Mao Ling spends all her salary on buying toys, she still can't compare to them.
Maodan is a very competitive kid who always likes to stare at other people's things. He is just like his father. It's really frustrating.
I had no choice but to go to Yao Miaomiao to ask.
Every time Yao Weihua sent something, he would make six copies, one for each of his six children.
Yao Miaomiao has four children. The eldest, Guanying, is eleven years old. She should give way to Maodan.
She would prepare some fruits and candies and send them over so that the parents wouldn't dislike the hairy eggs.
After everything was ready, Aunt Mao gritted her teeth, took Maodan by the hand, and walked towards Yao Miaomiao's house at the entrance of the alley.
When they got there, they found that a strange little girl had come to their house. She looked about fourteen or fifteen years old. She was sitting in the corner with a restrained look on her face, staring at Jinghui and Tingfeng.
Looking at the look in his eyes, there seems to be both envy and jealousy.
Aunt Mao's heart skipped a beat and she thought to herself, "Oh no!" It might be Yang Shuming's eldest daughter.
I seem to have come back once before, but I didn’t come here. Instead, I went to Yang Shuming’s dormitory. This summer vacation, I didn’t expect to come directly to the alley.
Don't be jealous of your younger brothers and sisters and cause conflicts.
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