Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glare at Xiao Anman, who didn't even know if he had enough to eat and still had to share some with the silly dog.
It turns out that there really are people in this world who are called "idiots".
Hmm?
As expected of the little cat owner who bears the heavy responsibility of 'supporting' Grandpa Doubao, An'an looked up at the two brothers next to him with a question in his big, clear eyes, just like the gas cylinder from before.
Who was looking at me just now?
Yes, the suspect, who had already looked away, had perfectly concealed himself.
So naturally, An'an didn't find the answer.
Blue sky and white clouds, a boy with two little dumplings, and a snow-white, silly dog that can keep eating and munching away—the scene looks surprisingly harmonious.
The two little ones, who had their first ever picnic, were full of energy after eating.
Zhong Jiarui led them on a walk along the grassy lake.
Watching the two little dumplings and the snowball-like puppy laughing and playing, I wondered if they would ever roll on the ground.
Gradually, a faint smile appeared on his cold face, one that he himself was unaware of.
"Quickly, get your stupid dog off me!"
Before she knew it, Doubao had knocked Zhong Jiayi to the ground.
It wasn't just a simple pounce; Doubao also licked Zhong Jiayi's face with its tongue.
This means that Grandpa Doubao likes him and wants to play with him.
So An'an didn't let Doubao come down; they might even become good friends if they spent more time together.
Nobody wants to be friends with this stupid dog.
Zhong Jiayi was once again unable to dodge and his face was covered in spit from the steamed bun. It was Zhong Jiarui, who was behind him, who saw that he was struggling so hard that he stepped forward and lifted the chubby steamed bun off.
"Don't let your stupid dog come near me again!"
The little blue-eyed boy, who was vigorously wiping his face with a wet wipe, felt that his face was not clean no matter how much he wiped it, and that it still smelled like a silly dog's drool.
The cheerful little dumpling tried to jump over, but An'an held it tightly in her arms, so it couldn't jump over.
Doubao isn't a silly dog.
Grandpa Doubao is super smart, okay?
The noisy group of people eventually arrived at a fishing spot.
I don’t know if this kind of thing is related to gender monopoly, but the two Zhong brothers stopped at the place where they rented hoisting equipment without prior arrangement.
Xiao Anman, who had no idea what those long poles were, held the chubby little ball in her arms and looked at the two people in front of her who seemed to have suddenly stopped walking.
Then, on a sunny spot by the lake, two anglers appeared, sitting on small stools in identical poses.
It might have been just a spur-of-the-moment thing, but Zhong Jiarui caught a big fish in less than five minutes after casting his line.
They were lively and energetic, very festive.
Zhong Jiayi was envious and also wanted to get to the hidden big fish, so he started to take it seriously and focused on his premonition.
Squatting next to Zhong Jiarui's orange fish bucket, Xiao Anman stared at the large fish inside with a look of wonder.
Is it really true that you can catch fish by just letting out that long pole?
This time, she became somewhat interested.
Grandpa Doubao likes to eat meat, that's true, but he's not particularly fond of fish, so while the three of them were focused on keeping the lake surface afloat, he went off to play by himself.
However, given its already excessive amount of exercise today, it didn't actually jump around for more than a few minutes. Then it simply chose a relatively soft patch of grass and started sunbathing, rolling over with its furry belly.
Almost an hour has passed.
Zhong Jiarui, who was next to Xiao Anman, had fish one after another, while Liang Jingjing's poor little blue bucket had not a single fish in it.
Being short and having a short fishing rod, Zhong Jiayi was once again severely discouraged by her older brother, whom she could never surpass.
Why... is there not a single fish...?
It felt like the fish on my brother's side were almost overflowing from the bucket. I wish I could catch even one small fish.
Liang Jingjing stared intently at the water's surface, afraid of missing even the slightest movement.
After visiting the long-legged brother's bountiful fish harvest, Xiao Anman finally remembered Zhong Jiayi, who was just as small as herself.
Judging from his determined look at his fishing rod, he probably won't give up until he catches a fish today.
But these things really seem to depend on luck.
Xiao Anman, who ran up to Zhong Jiayi, glanced at Zhong Jiayi's pitiful, empty blue bucket again.
"Sparkling..."
Before she could even utter a word of sympathy, Zhong Jiayi interrupted her.
"Don't speak."
The little boy's face was a little red, whether he was embarrassed because his empty bucket had been seen or he was still angry with himself.
An'an obediently covered her little mouth and looked over at Zhong Jiayi's fishing rod, which hadn't moved in ages.
"fish..."
Xiao An, covering her mouth, let out a muffled shout.
Zhong Jiayi was about to tell her to stop talking when she noticed that Xiao Anman's gaze was fixed on her fishing rod.
He followed Xiao Anman's gaze.
Sure enough, it moved! There's a fish!
Now Zhong Jiayi felt full of energy and immediately got up from his small stool.
Scholar Zhong Jiayi began to cast his line.
Zhong Jiarui, of course, heard everything the two little ones made.
He had been thinking that he had finally gotten what his mischievous kid had been waiting for, and even if it was just a small fish, he would probably be happy all day.
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