"I don't know why."

"Auntie, give me your hands."

"Where to live?"

"Xiaobai will give you a blow to the thia."

Holding her aunt's big calluses, Xiaobai puffed up her cheeks and blew softly, and kept asking her if she had any better.

"Good chat, forget it, don't swear, let's go home quickly."

"Wait for a moment, aunt, for your claws, your hands are like..."

"What do you think?"

“Like a sand pit.”

Xiaobai finally thought of a more appropriate metaphor. Her aunt's hands were rough, which looked like the sand pit where she often digs sand to play house.

Xiaobai put his smooth little hands on his aunt's rough big hand, looked at her constantly, and asked her with concern if it hurts.

Malanhua pulled away her hand and urged Xiaobai: "Go quickly and go quickly, let's go home and chat."

Take the lead.

Xiaobai trotted to follow her reflection.
Chapter completed!