After dinner, Zhuoran was in a good mood. He even took out a book to teach Wan Jiahao how to recognize things. He was really serious as a teacher. He pointed at the picture with great seriousness and said, "Big lion."

"Daxiji."

Unfortunately, the thought of Wan Jiahao's milky voice was enough to destroy his power.

"It's not the Big Western Table, it's the Big Lion!" Zhuo Ran taught him many times but still couldn't correct it. Then he held up another picture, frowned, and patiently taught, "Little squirrel."

"Xiao Ji Xu."

"Ahhh..." Zhuo Ran scratched his head irritably, almost bald from scratching his head.

My sister likes it. He should love Wujiwu... but...

What should I do if I just can’t like this baby who hasn’t shed her milk yet?

Zhuo Ran increasingly felt that his unruly younger brother could not be as good as his soft, cute and fragrant younger sister?

Even if he mispronounced it, that smiling face was a good medicine to cure everything. He could not get angry at all. On the contrary, he would giggle along with it.

But Zhuoran didn't know that his second brother thought the same way.

Suddenly, he received a tap on his face like a dragonfly. Zhuoran raised his head with a confused expression, and met Wan Jiahao's big, watery eyes. Wan Jiahao's voice was loud, but his voice was vague, "Brother, I like it."

You, you are good to Haohao..."

Children are like this, there is no overnight hatred, and they fall in love after a while.

Zhuo Ran scratched his head, inexplicably feeling that this boy was quite cute, but he didn't feel happy, only burdened, "You are not allowed to like me!"

OS in my heart: I only like my sister.

"No, Haohao wants to kiss you..."

Only this sentence, Wan Jiahao said very clearly.

So the two carrot heads, one big and one small, circled around the chair. Wan Jiahao insisted on kissing Zhuo Ran, but Zhuo Ran refused and started a pursuit battle.

Zhuoran was so frightened that he jumped like a cat afraid of mice.

Xiaotuanzi knelt down on the chair, holding his chin and resting his hands on the edge of the chair, looking at the busy third brother with a smile on his face.

It's good to have a rough and tumble tenderness.

…………

The summer is hot and the heat is unbearable.

This year became the hottest summer in many years.

It has been sunny for days and not a drop of rain has fallen.

But the more uncomfortable the weather is, the happier Zhuo Qingfeng feels, because in this case, business will be booming.

Although the skin is almost peeling off from the sun, not a single popsicle is left in the foam box every day. Even adults, not to mention children, can't resist.

Zhuo Qingfeng actually has a lot of business acumen, so he specially developed a popsicle for this purpose, which does not have so many bells and whistles, is sold at a cheaper price, and is specially sold to these physical people who just want to cool down.

Seeing that school was about to start in September, Yu Xiuli inquired about the registration date and prepared to take her two children to the primary school in the town to register.

As soon as the elder and two younger children walked out of the door, a neighbor looked at them and said, "Why are you taking your children out on such a hot day? Why don't you stay comfortably at home?"

Yu Xiuli lowered her eyes, looked at Xiaotuanzi and Zhuoran, smiled and said, "The children are going to school soon, there is no need to delay."

The neighbors looked at Yu Xiuli in surprise.

Most children in the village start school late, and there are quite a few who start first grade at the age of eight or nine. In towns, it starts a little earlier, and the average age is seven.

But the two little babies Yu Xiuli had were only over six years old, so it was too early.
Chapter completed!