As for the two little people who had been silent all along, and the big black dog, they remained silent as well.
Having something to eat is enough. Since we have this little hooligan uncle leading the way, we can just wait.
As for Dahei, as long as the little guy doesn't pose a safety problem, it will obediently keep quiet.
The group of village children across from them all had long faces, looking as if their parents had both died. The boy who was leading them went to look over the fire, and finally spoke, his voice trembling with tears:
"We can only give you three, otherwise we won't have enough to eat..."
Seeing that the child was about to cry, the hooligan finally said:
"Three it is, one sweet potato, one potato, and one yam. Bring them here!"
Upon hearing the young rascal agree, a group of children hurriedly brought over the items, seemingly unconcerned about the heat.
What's wrong with getting a scald?
If it weren't for the fact that the New Year had just passed and the adults in the family were finally able to relax a bit with the children, how could they possibly have the opportunity to openly roast these sweet potatoes and potatoes at the village entrance?
They usually do it secretly. Although life is better than in previous years, no one is really rich. It's better to cook a dish at home than to take it out to bake.
This is a rare opportunity; if they don't get to eat here, the group of kids might really get so upset that they become withdrawn.
The thug was naturally delighted to agree.
Over here, looking at the three lumps of something that had been brought over and placed on the ground, Tuanzi didn't say a word, and Xiaoshitou didn't say a word either.
Little Stone had a feeling that once he was out in the open, it would be better to listen to his younger brother more.
Now that my younger brother hasn't said anything or made any move, I won't either.
The little hooligan picked up a roasted sweet potato. The sweet potato was quite big, but after roasting it, it had obviously shrunk a lot. He peeled off the skin, and the skin grinned at the two little people at his feet:
"Want some?"
Um...isn't that obvious?
How could I not want to eat?
Stone looked at Tuanzi, who couldn't help but look up at the little hooligan and nodded.
"I want to eat it!" she answered decisively.
Upon hearing this, the hooligans burst into laughter:
"Then tell me first, what are your names? How old are you?"
Um... this question isn't unanswerable.
Tuanzi and Shitou looked at each other, and the little boy spoke first: "My name is Tuanzi, and I am three years old."
"My name is Shitou, and I am five years old. I'm already over five years old."
"What's your full name?"
Immediately, the little dumpling shook its head:
"Mommy said that I can't just tell other people my real name."
The rascal grinned and stuffed a peeled, cooled roasted sweet potato into the little boy's mouth:
"You listen to your mother so much?"
The little man ate the roasted sweet potato and his face immediately lit up with a smile, but his words became unclear:
"Of course, Tuanzi will listen to Mommy. Tuanzi is the best girl."
"Pshaw, you're only young now. When you grow up, you won't listen to your mother as much." That's absolutely true.
"No, that's not true! Tuanzi will always listen to Mommy!" the little one argued.
The rascal clearly didn't believe it, so he picked out another lump and stuffed it into the mouth of the little stone next to him.
Sweet potatoes, yams, and potatoes were all scooped out into chunks and fed to the two little ones. Every now and then, Big Black would even manage to eat a few pieces.
In the end, it seems that this little hooligan didn't eat a single piece!
Upon noticing this, the little dumpling looked at the hooligan in front of it, about to speak, but was interrupted by the hooligan's voice:
What's your dad's phone number?
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