Zhan Yin couldn't help laughing and laughed.

He smiled and said, "Yes, yes, we Yangyang don't do petty thieves and don't steal other people's vegetables. You don't like to eat vegetables now. You love to eat them when you grow up. My uncle didn't eat vegetables before. Now my favorite food is your aunt's vegetable.�

�My aunt is not a Wukong dish!�

Yangyang retorted with a flat face.

He couldn't overlap his beautiful aunt with Wukong Cai.

Wukong cuisine is something he hates to eat, how could it be his favorite aunt.

What the uncle said was strange.

When he comes back from school in the afternoon, he will tell his aunt to go.

Zhan Yin smiled haha, �Your aunt is your uncle's Wukong dish. This Wukong dish is not that Wukong dish. You don't understand it now. You will understand it when you grow up.�

Yangyang retorted unconvincingly: �I understand. I understand it now. I'm not a three-year-old child anymore. I've grown up and I'm in kindergarten. I understand it. Wukong cuisine, who doesn't understand it? Anyway, it's Wukong cuisine that Wukong doesn't eat.�

�The dishes are all the same, don't eat them!�

The little guy also emphasized a little bit.

In his eyes, Wukong dishes are Wukong dishes, they are all the same, and they are not eaten by Wukong.

The uncle still said so bitterly, what kind of dish is not that dish, bullying him for his young age, deliberately speaking deeply, right?

�Wukong, you don't like to eat Wukong food. Your uncle likes to eat it. I can't tell you. Let's not talk about it.�

Yangyang snorted twice, �Uncle can't talk about me anymore.�

�Yes, yes, uncle can't talk about you, you are young, you have a point.�

Zhan Yin didn't want to argue with this serious and ignorant little doll, afraid that the little guy would not win the fight and cry.

After Yangyang had a simple breakfast, he carried a small schoolbag and was led out by his uncle.

The rain hasn't stopped yet.

As soon as he left the main house, the little guy shook and said, �Uncle, it's really cold today.�

�It just started to cool down.�

Zhan Yin bent over and picked him up, holding an umbrella with one hand, holding him down the steps, and the car stopped at the door of the house.

�You haven't seen snow, you've had a snowball fight, it's so cold, what are you shaking?"� JrNovels.com