"Tch!" This old man is stingy again, and his face is grumpy!
He didn't want to appoint this man as the Great General who conquers the world. His only Great General is Brother Nanxun; this cranky old man can only be his little soldier!
The child imagined in his mind a flying kick taking down Long Xiliang.
Meanwhile, at the kitchen stove, Long Xiliang picked up a knife and chopped down.
"Bang!" The noise startled the child, almost jumping off the chair.
He turned his head, trembling, and asked, "What are you chopping?"
The reply was another "Bang!" sound.
Then Long Xiliang finally said two words, "Pork bones."
Sitting curled up on the chair, the child gently patted his chest with his palm.
He asked again, "Why are you chopping pork bones?"
No matter how smart a child is, as long as he's two years old, he's a "Why-Why-Why" machine.
Long Xiliang washed the chopped pork bones with clean water.
But this time, he didn't answer the child's question.
