Huyan Xiaozhe likes to eat meat, and only meat; he will never touch vegetables.
During the meal, he ate quite a lot of meat, but he only ate the lean parts and threw away all the fatty ones.
Hu Yanzhe let out a burp. His stomach was aching slightly from eating too much, and his lower abdomen was also aching.
But Huyan Xiaoze had no time to worry about his physical discomfort, because he saw the little dumpling playing there.
Hu Yanzhe couldn't help but step forward and ask, "Hey, what are you playing?"
The little dumpling was having a great time, holding up the arrow in its hand and saying to Huyan Xiaozhe:
"Pitch-pot."
"Pitch-pot?" Huyan Xiaozhe shook his head and said, "I've never played it before. Why don't you tell me how to play it?"
The four Mu brothers heard their younger sister talking to a little boy and all looked over.
The little dumpling raised the arrow, aimed at the two-eared pot in the distance, and said, "Just stand here and throw the arrow into that pot over there."
After saying that, the little dumpling threw out the arrow in its hand and demonstrated it to Huyan Xiaozhe.
The arrow landed steadily in the mouth of the pot in the middle.
The people around immediately applauded and cheered.
"At first, it hit the spout of the pot perfectly. The little princess is really amazing."
"Such accuracy in pitch-pot at such a young age, truly amazing!"
Hearing everyone's praise, Hu Yanxiao scoffed dismissively.
"Just throw the arrow in, it's such a simple game, anyone can do it!"
"Yes, this game is really simple." The little dumpling wasn't angry at all; instead, she said with a grin.
Today was also her first time playing the game of pitch-pot. After Su Ruiling taught her once, she learned it.
So she felt that this was indeed not a very difficult game.
Su Ruiling said gently to Huyan Xiaozhe, "Young Master, why don't you come and play too? You can keep Tuan'er company."
Huyan Xiaoze touched his nose, walked arrogantly to the little dumpling's side, and drew an arrow from the quiver beside him.
"Watch closely, and see how this young master wins on his first try!"
Huyan Xiaozhe said to the little dumpling with great pride.
The little dumpling nodded and stood obediently to the side watching.
The four sons of the Mu family had already silently stood behind the two, all four of their eyes fixed on Huyan Xiaozhe.
They wanted to see how this kid was going to show off!
Huyan Xiaozhe got into position, aimed the arrow at the mouth of the pot, and threw it hard.
Splat!
The arrow traced an arc in the air and landed perfectly and precisely on the ground beside the pot.
It didn't even touch the pot, let alone put it in.
"Huh?" Huyan Xiaozhe exclaimed in surprise, "How is that possible! I was sure I aimed correctly!"
After saying that, he took three more arrows, still not convinced, and threw them out with all his might.
All three arrows missed.
Hu Yanzhe felt his palms getting sweaty and stood there awkwardly.
Although those around him remained quiet out of respect for his status as the heir apparent, smiles were already appearing on their faces.
The little dumpling didn't laugh at Huyan Xiaozhe, but said:
"Young man, you're doing it wrong. You're using too much force."
The little dumpling took an arrow and handed it to Huyan Xiaozhe.
"You should throw it like this."
As the little dumpling spoke, it reached out to grasp Huyan Xiaozhe's hand, preparing to teach him how to throw.
The four sons of the Mu family changed their expressions and quickly separated the two.
“Good boy, you can leave the task of teaching him step by step to your fourth brother.”
Mu Jinyi pulled the little girl in front of him and pressed her shoulders.
"But I know how! Why won't you let me teach you!"
The little dumpling looked up and asked its second brother in confusion.
Seeing that there were other people around, Mu Jinyi squatted down and whispered in the little dumpling's ear:
"You can tell him how to play pitch-pot, you don't need to teach this brat yourself."
Hu Yanzhe looked at the older brother who was going to teach him, not understanding why he looked so unhappy.
Mu Jinnian clapped his hands and said in a gruff voice, "Come on, big brother will teach you!"
With the help of the four, Hu Yanxiaoze and Xiaotuanzi, who were just standing together, were now separated by a distance equivalent to the Milky Way.
Huyan Xiaozhe tried to get closer to the little dumpling several times, but the four of them held him back.
The lively atmosphere just moments ago instantly transformed into a thick, jealous smell emanating from the four men.
As night deepened, the family dinner came to an end.
The bustling Fuyang Palace, which had been lively all day, had now quieted down.
Huyan Xiaozhe sat in the chair, his hand covering his stomach.
He didn't feel anything while playing, but now that he's calmed down, he feels bloated and painful in his abdomen.
Only when the pain became unbearable did Hu Yanxiaoze, his face deathly pale, shout to Yu Yiman:
"Mom, my stomach hurts so much!"
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