Pshaw, it's just that the big vinegar jar has been overturned again, but you make it sound so high and mighty.
However, no.
Tomorrow, the guard team will indeed receive a new regulation from above: during guard duty and patrols, except in special circumstances, all team members are not allowed to speak privately!
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The family of three returned to their apartment building. As they passed by Shi Tou's house, they could still clearly hear Yang Lin's wife's voice, trembling with obvious sobs, coming from inside.
"Stone, there won't be a next time. If you don't give us a heads-up again, your dad and I will really send you back to your hometown!"
"Oh, Mom, I know, you've said it so many times. Look at Dad, he doesn't repeat himself like you!"
Boys, it seems, always dislike nagging women from a young age, even if that woman is their own mother!
The family of three didn't have the bad habit of eavesdropping; they opened the door and went inside.
I'm already home, but I won't let what happened today go.
The couple sat side by side on the sofa:
"Son, come here," Ye Wanying called out.
The little man paused, sensing something was wrong, and asked in a low voice:
"Mommy, what's wrong?" The clever child didn't move an inch, only his two eyes asking a very strong question.
Ye Wanying really wanted to laugh, but she needed to discipline her son right now, so she forced back her laughter.
"Just come when I tell you to. Why are you asking so many questions?"
The little guy hesitated for a few moments, but finally, after receiving a threatening look from his father, he quickly ran over and stood trembling in front of the couple.
I already asked this question at the clinic, so there's no need to repeat it here:
"You've admitted your mistake. Since you're wrong, you definitely need to be punished. Tell me, what do you want to do?"
Forehead?
Is there anything like this?
Let children think of their own ways to punish themselves?
The little one is a bit slow to react; after all, he's only two or three years old. No matter how smart he is, there are some things he can't think of.
"Mommy?" The soft, sweet voice made Ye Wanying's heart melt, and she really couldn't bear to punish her.
Gao Dan glanced at his wife and immediately understood what she was thinking. Instantly, a phrase flashed through his mind: "A doting mother spoils her son!"
Of course, he couldn't say that out loud. His wife had clearly softened, and Gao Dan's eyes flickered before he spoke in a deep voice:
"Ye Shiyun, running laps or writing five essays, the choice is yours!"
Running laps isn't just a short run at home or on an outdoor training track. For Gao Dan, the minimum number of laps is always ten.
The track at Institute X is 400 meters per lap, so ten laps would be 4 kilometers.
As for my own son, there's no other way but to reduce the speed by half, but even half is still five laps.
A full two kilometers!
Who would make their child, who is not even three years old, run two kilometers as punishment?
Let alone most adults, even without regular exercise, running two kilometers would be quite a struggle, let alone a little kid.
Five lessons, five lessons in the small-character notebook, add up to quite a lot, completely equivalent to the homework level of a first-grade elementary school student.
Upon hearing Gao Dan's choice between the two options, the little man's face immediately scrunched up, and he looked pleadingly at Ye Wanying beside him:
Can people choose neither running laps nor writing?
Ye Wanying shook her head slightly at her son, clearly saying: No.
In an instant, the little person's pitiful, tearful expression reappeared, and after a while, we heard the little person's choice:
"Run...run in circles."
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