The pot of dumplings came out of the pot. Sang Zhi had one bowl and Sang Bei had two. While eating, he hesitated and asked, "Sister, Aunt Hong has a child about my age. Can I play with him?"
Sangzhi readily agreed.
After interacting with Wei Lingdong, even the shyest child can become a successful person in society.
When she first found him, Sangzhi never dreamed that he would take the initiative to make friends with others.
But before he could go find the other person, a tanned child with thick eyebrows and big eyes was looking out the door.
Sister Hong followed anxiously.
She twisted her son's ear and lectured him, "I told you long ago that you can go play with your friends, but wait until they have finished their meal. But you ran away while I was trying to get something."
The child's ear was twisted and he cried out in pain.
But the moment his mother softened her heart, she escaped, grimacing as she ran away, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt!"
This thing deserves a beating.
Sang Bei stuffed the last few dumplings into his mouth, said something to Sang Zhi, and ran out.
I heard there are a lot of fun things to do on this farm.
There are cows, sheep, and tractors, and if you are lucky you may even see wolves.
"This kid is like a bull, he has endless energy."
After scolding him, he felt embarrassed and said, "Dumplings are so precious, you can just eat them yourself, why give them to him?"
Those who settled on the farm had a much better life than those outside.
But he still ate less meat. My son had already eaten a full meal at noon, but when he saw the dumplings, he still ate twenty of them.
If she hadn't stopped him, the kid would have eaten the whole bowl.
During the conversation, Sangzhi finally found out.
It turns out that her husband was also a disciplinarian, and was the lucky one who managed to get through that chaotic period safely.
When dealing with sincere people, Sangzhi always can't bear to play tricks.
I simply didn't hide it from her and told her that the brother and sister were here to look for their eldest brother.
"Who is your brother? What's his name? I don't think I've heard of anyone with the last name Sang.
Or maybe he's not from our branch farm, but a grain depot employee?"
Sang Zhi shook her head. "No, it's in there. It's an article my brother wrote years ago, but someone switched it, and then my uncle and aunt reported it."
There is no need to say more about the rest, the other party can also guess it.
Hong Yan suddenly understood.
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