The father and son hurt each other.
Wu Ti: "Do you really like Miaomiao's sister?"
"She's great, better than my sister at home."
The little boy pouted, "Why is my sister not as good as Miaomiao's?"
Wu Ti was speechless.
The little boy recalled the things his two-year-old sister did.
She bit him, kicked him, pulled his hair, stole his food, disturbed his reading or sleep, cried a lot, and was noisy.
He lifted his little head, "Can I trade my sister?"
Wu Ti's temple throbbed.
Wu Yu continued, "Give my sister to Mr. Gu, and Miaomiao will be my sister."
Wu Ti hurriedly gave him a bowl of jujubes and chased him out.
"Don't say this in front of your sister."
"I know, saying it would make her tear my book again."
The little boy walked away grumpily with the bowl.
Sigh, other people's sisters are better.
Tuanzi and Su Chaomu squatted in front of the fence watching the chicks and ducklings.
Su Chaomu suddenly turned off the microphone.
"Sister, turn it off, turn it off."
