Female NovelZachary: “It won’t snow in Wiltspoon.”
Sonny: “Why?”
Zachary: “It won’t snow because it won’t snow.”
Sonny: “…”
He still didn’t understand why it didn’t snow in Wiltspoon.
Sonny, who always didn’t want to go to kindergarten, was still carried out of the room by Zachary.
Zachary: “I will send you to kindergarten today.”
Sonny: “Where is my aunt?”
Zachary: “I’ll let your aunt sleep a little longer. She doesn’t have to get up so early. She can go to worklater.”
Sonny immediately pouted and said, “Uncle, you’re biased and won’t let me sleep more. You want myaunt to sleep more. My aunt doesn’t have to get up early or go to work, but I can’t. I still have to go tokindergarten.”
Zachary said, “That’s right, I’m partial and prefer your aunt, because your aunt has lived with me all herlife. When you grow up, you will be someone else’s man. If you get someone else’s cabbage, you willlive like someone else’s cabbage for a for a lifetime. You said that you couldn’t spend your whole lifewith me. Why should I favor you? Of course I favor your aunt.”
Sonny kept blinking.
It was obvious that he couldn’t digest a lot of what Zachary said at once.novelbin
In front of Sonny, Zachary seemed to be eloquent, but why couldn’t he speak well in front of Serenity?He could always fail to speak well to Serenity.
After a while, Sonny asked, “Uncle, I didn’t steal other people’s cabbage. I don’t do petty theft. Ourfamily is not short of cabbage. Do I need to steal cabbage?”
As Sonny said this, he looked very angry. He felt that Zachary said that he was a thief and stole otherpeople’s cabbage.
Sonny added, “I don’t like cabbage either.”
Zachary couldn’t help but laugh. He smiled and said, “Yes, yes, Sonny, don’t do petty theft or stealother people’s cabbage. You don’t like cabbage now, but you liked it when you grew up. Your uncledidn’t eat cabbage before, but now… Your aunt’s favorite food is cabbage.”
“My aunt is not a cabbage!” Sonny retorted with a straight face.
He couldn’t overlap his beautiful aunt and cabbage.
Cabbage is something he hates to eat, so how could it be his favorite aunt?
What Zachary said was so strange.
When Sonny came back from kindergarten in the afternoon, he would tell Serenity to go.
Zachary laughed loudly. “Your aunt is my cabbage, and this cabbage is not that cabbage. If you don’tunderstand it now, you will understand it when you grow up.”
Sonny retorted, unconvinced, “I understand. I understand everything now. I’m not a three-year-old childanymore. I’ve grown up and gone to kindergarten. I understand everything. Who doesn’t understandcabbage? It’s not good anyway to eat cabbage.”
“The cabbage is all the same and doesn’t taste good!”
Sonny also emphasized one sentence.
In his eyes, cabbage is just cabbage—all the same and not tasty.
Zachary also spoke so awkwardly, saying that this cabbage was not that cabbage, bullying him for hisyoung age, and deliberately speaking in a profound way, right?
Zachary said, “Okay, okay, you don’t like cabbage, but I like it. I can’t explain it to you, so I won’t tellyou.”
Sonny snorted twice: “Uncle, I can’t help you.”
Zachary said, “Yes, yes, I can’t say anything to you. You are young, but you are right.”
Zachary didn’t want to continue arguing with this serious and naive little kid, for fear that he wouldn’twin and would cry.