Little One Tears the Villain’s Script

She Also Wanted a Perfect Score (3)

Although the sound of his voice through the phone was a bit distorted, Jiang Xiaoman still recognized it.

“Hello!” Jiang Xiaoman was so happy that she almost jumped up. She touched her head, not knowing how to continue, so she asked him, “Have you eaten?”

“I have eaten, how about you?”

“I have eaten too.” What she ate was a Big Flower. The New Year Pig can be eaten for a long time. The meat that you could not finish could be cured and smoked; the bacon was very delicious.

Jiang Xiaoman enthusiastically invited him. “Are you going to come to my house to play?”

Yu Qingshi still had a very vivid memory of the village. He wanted to refuse but did not want to seem impolite, so he tried to find a perfect excuse.

It was a pity that before he could find a perfect excuse, Jiang Xiaoman already seemed to see through him and said in a low voice. “Don’t be afraid. There are no worms in the winter. It’s really quiet here. Even if there were any, I would help catch them. I’m awesome.”

Yu Qingshi’s small face flushed with anger.

He roared. “I’m not afraid of worms!”

“Then what are you afraid of?”

“I’m not afraid of anything.” Yu Qingshi didn’t want to speak to her anymore, but Jiang Xiaoman always made him talk about it every time. “I have a cat. It cannot be left alone, so I can’t go to your house to play.”

The cat was adopted after returning from Jiang Xiaoman’s house. Yu Qingshi named it Miaomiao.

He heard on TV that cats were very agile, and they could catch mice and cockroaches. Yu Qingshi was very tempted and immediately asked his father for a cat.

Yu Wencheng would naturally agree with whatever his son asked, and soon got him a cat as a playmate.

The cat was orange. When it first came to his house, it was just a small cat, but now it was very big and fat. Half a year later, and it never caught even a single worm. Not only that, it was getting fatter and lazier, even lazier than its master, and now Yu Qingshi could barely even hold it.

But he still liked it even though it only ate and never worked.

Speaking of his cat at home, Yu Qingshi’s tone was lighter, and he talked more than usual. “Miaomiao likes me very much and only eats what I feed her. If I go to your house to play, she won’t eat.”

So it was like that, Jiang Xiaoman understood.

She said, “My Mrs. Flower is also waiting for me to feed her. If I didn’t secretly give her more pigweed, she would scream all night.”

“Pigweed?”

“Mrs. Flower is my pig.”

“…oh.” Yu Qingshi didn’t understand why anyone would raise pigs as pets, but it was quite novel, and he asked her. “Is Mrs. Flower obedient? What are the benefits of raising pigs?”

“Raising pigs…raising pigs…” Jiang Xiaoman scratched her head and chin in a hurry, “Raising pigs … has tangible benefits.”

“Hmm?”

“Mrs. Flower can give birth. Pork is delicious.”

“…” Yu Qingshi was silent again.

Jiang Xiaoman spoke on the phone happily for a long time. After inviting him to play with no result, she asked if he could write a letter. She now knew a lot of words and could write them well. If he could receive them, she would send him a letter.

Yu Qingshi didn’t understand how she could be so confident, speaking with that tone of showing off.

She always thought that she was the smartest child.

Yu Qingshi didn’t want to lose and nodded vigorously. “Okay, I also learned a lot of words. I also got a perfect score in the handicraft class. I will show you the clay figurines I made.”

The two decided so happily.

After hanging up, Jiang Xiaoman hurriedly ran to the yard to dig the soil, but it was winter, and the ground was freezing hard. She was just a child who couldn’t explore well, and soon her whole body was already sweating.

Yu Qingshi said that he got a perfect score for crafting a clay figurine, so she wanted to compose one.

She also wanted to get a perfect score.

Jiang Xing glanced at her a few times and said, “You might as well make a snowman.”

Jiang Xiaoman’s eyes lit up, and she thought that it was a good idea. It was all handmade figurines anyway, was there any difference between a snowman and a clay figurine? No!

It was just that the snow that fell two days ago had almost melted, so she had to wait for the next heavy snowfall.

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