The railing by the pond was very high, and Lu Xiaoqian ran around here and there, but in the end, he probably stayed because only Ran Yu was having any luck, and he clung to this spot, looking at the crabs in the bucket with a milky voice and asked, "Xiaoyin, what is this?"
"This is a crab."
"Crab?"
"Yes."
"And this?"
Ran Yu glanced over, "This is pork."
"Pork?"
"Yes."
"Then what is this?"
"This." Ran Yu nudged Lu Ziheng, "What is this?"
Lu Ziheng replied, "Duck liver."
"Duck liver!"
"Duck liver." Lu Xiaoqian parroted back, then nodded convincingly, signaling he understood.
The little guy was nearly three years old and was in a phase of being curious about everything around him, his thirst for knowledge was strong, and he was much more articulate than before, his little milky voice crisp and clear, questions following one after the other as if they were never-ending.
After a while.
"Xiaoyin, I want to ride a big horse!"
Ran Yu: "..."
