"It hurts..."
The little pig was lying on the ground with tears in his eyes. It was hot now. He was wearing shorts. His knees were in close contact with the ground, and his skin was torn.
Ye Qingqing noticed that the little guy's knees were red and bloodshot, which made her heart hurt even more, but she had to endure it. As if she didn't see it, she pulled the rope hard and pulled the little pig straight up.
"It's not broken yet, what's it called, hurry up!"
Ye Qingqing dragged the little pig and continued to walk. Along the way, he met many residents of the community, all of them looked at their mothers in surprise, what the hell!
There is an old lady next to her with her grandson to go to school. This boy is two years older than Xiao Zhu. His name is Xiaojie. She is also thinner than the piglet.
Ye Qingqing knows this child. His parents seem to be executives of foreign-funded companies. The annual salary is very generous, but he is also very busy with his work.
So the children are basically brought by grandparents, mainly grandma. The old lady really loves this rare grandson, because Xiaojie's father is a doctor and his mother is a postdoctoral fellow. They wanted children, and the elderly on both sides strongly demanded that they have children, so Xiaojie's mother gave birth to Xiaojie at the age of forty-two.
Just after taking maternity leave, Xiaojie's mother went back to work and didn't dare to take a day off, but this is the case, Xiaojie's mother's original promotion opportunity was snatched by her former subordinates. Fortunately, Xiaojie's mother is real. He was very capable, so he simply left the original company and went to another foreign company through a headhunting company.
Xiaojie usually only chats with his parents on video, and spends a lot of time with his grandparents in his life.
The precious grandson that the two old people finally asked for, they were afraid that they would melt in their mouths.
I like KFC, my grandfather packs the whole family barrels every three to five, likes Coke, it’s okay, wholesale a box, enough, I like chocolate, buy the best, and eat enough every day.
I don't like to eat, no problem. I eat KFC and drink Coke. Anyway, my family has money.
In this way, Xiaojie was successfully developed by the second old man into the bad habit of being picky eaters, and there was also a developmental problem. The five-year-old child was too thin and short. Ye Qingqing had reminded the second old man before, but his good intentions were not rewarded. , The two old people gave her a blank look and spoke in a strange way.
"Xiaojie, take another bite, darling!"
The old lady was carrying a schoolbag, holding a boiled egg that had been peeled off the shell, breaking a piece of egg yolk, and trotting after her grandson to feed her, Ye Qingqing knew at a glance that Xiaojie definitely didn't eat breakfast.
It used to be like this. As soon as it was time for dinner, the two elders took their grandsons out for a walk. The old lady took the meals and the old man took the toys. The two elders, like Caiyi entertaining relatives, tried their best to tease the grandson to eat, and a meal lasted at least an hour. , It's fine in summer, but in winter, I have to go back a few times to warm up. Ye Qingqing felt exhausted just looking at it.
And every time at this time, she would feel that her brat was pretty good. She was not good enough, she was more than good, at least a hundred times stronger than Xiaojie. She didn't need adults to worry about eating, she just ate a little slower.
"Don't eat... I hate egg yolks!"
Xiaojie ran faster, and the old lady couldn't catch up. He didn't want to eat disgusting egg yolks, he wanted fried chicken legs.
"Oh... run slower... don't fall!" The old lady almost fell, and she was worried that her baby grandson would fall.