"Quickly thank your great-uncle and great-aunt, your eldest cousin and eldest cousin's wife, and your second cousin."
As if they understood, the three children clasped their little hands together in a gesture of congratulations to everyone, and squinted their eyes, wrinkled their little noses, and giggled, making the adults laugh heartily.
"It's so smart, it can understand human speech at such a young age."
Everyone was incredibly excited. After much pleading, Mo Ziyang finally took the three treasures from his father and started teasing them with various toys. Just now, when he was teasing the three little ones with toys, the other two little ones were laughing hysterically.
He felt a sense of frustration that the child didn't laugh out loud this time. So he held the child in his arms and tried everything he could to make the child laugh. He refused to believe that he couldn't make the child laugh.
He shook the rattle drum loudly, and Sanbao's little eyebrows visibly furrowed.
"You don't like this? Then let's play with the cloth tiger! Awooo, the tiger is coming—"
Sanbao rolled his eyes: This is the first time I've ever heard a tiger roar like that!
"Two tigers, two tigers, running fast, running fast, one has no ears, one has no eyes, how strange..."
Seeing that his little brows were furrowing more and more tightly, Mo Ziyang sang a children's song with all his might. However, while others sing for money, this person's singing was deadly. And since Sanbao was the closest to him, he couldn't stand it.
She had to find a way to escape, and it would be best if she never had to be held by this little cousin again. Her big eyes darted around, and finally her gaze fell on the tin bell, which looked like it could easily cut her hand.
The little hand reached for the tin bell, and when Mo Ziyang saw this, he quickly put down the cloth tiger and went to help take the bell.
"So you like this rattle. Your little cousin will get it for you."
Mo Ziyang was overjoyed; finally, Sanbao had a toy he liked. But the next second, he froze. The little guy stretched out his index finger and gently touched the metal sheet, and a small cut appeared on his pink little finger, with blood still oozing out.
The little guy didn't cry out loud, he just pouted and stuck out his bloody little finger for everyone to see, looking as wronged as could be.
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