The children in the city are much richer than the children in the countryside. They have everything from milk candy, chocolate candy, soft candy, peanut candy, wafer biscuits, oranges, apples, and dried meat.
Even Wangdi's tiny, beady eyes were stunned. Completely shameless, he flapped his wings and blurted out, "Hello, hello, my name is Yunbao. 'Moonlight before my bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground…' The bolder the man, the greater the harvest… Focus on production, serve the people…"
The children were amused and giggled; this parrot must have listened to the radio quite a bit!
They generously peeled off the snack wrappers and fed it to the animal.
After playing with the birds for a while, they noticed Qin Yuanjiu and Ke's father, who were already sparring.
Boys love to roughhouse and play, so I couldn't help but gather around them.
"Uncle, are you really serious about this?"
Qin Yuanjiu raised an eyebrow, took a few steps back, crossed his arms, smiled faintly, and raised his chin, "You can come forward and try."
These children come from well-off families; almost every household has a small television, and they often gesture with each other when they play together.
They exchanged glances, then looked at Ke's father. He was tall and strong, like a bear, and his mere presence was intimidating; he was clearly not someone to be trifled with.
The more this happened, the more their blood boiled with passion.
A bold child yelled and rushed forward, mimicking the poses seen on TV, swinging his fist as if to punch someone in the chest.
However, before he could get close, Ke's father smiled and reached out to hold him tightly in place.
The little guy, not to be outdone, stretched out his leg to kick him, but at that moment, he seemed too short and his legs too short to reach him no matter how much he struggled.
The group of friends burst into laughter, clutching their stomachs.
With a slight exertion of force, Ke's father forced the man to the ground.
As soon as he let go, the little guy rolled up his sleeves in protest, his face flushed, and shouted, "Again! I wasn't ready!"
After saying that, the little guy headbutted the other like a calf.
Father Ke spread his hand again, blocking the person at arm's length distance, and with a flick of his finger, the little guy spun around like a top.
The other kids clapped enthusiastically and cheered.
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