"Mother! Mother!"
A little red-faced ball of energy struggled to step over the threshold, holding an orchid in his hand, excitedly running in, and throwing himself onto Wan Hui's legs. He raised his chubby little face, his eyes sparkling, "Flower! Give it to Auntie!"
Wan Hui picked up little Zhengzheng, sitting him on her lap, and laughed softly, "How did you manage to pick your little uncle's favorite orchid? He'll be mad when he finds out!"
"Give it to Auntie!" Zhengzheng waved the poor flower in his hand, smiling brightly.
There was a large suitcase in the room, its lid open, and inside were all kinds of things.
Gold and silver jewelry, vases and scrolls, tea cups and bowls... All of these treasures were "stolen" by Zhengzheng from his grandfather and various uncles and aunts after he returned home.
Anyway, no matter who said something was good, the little guy would claim it as his own, saying it was for "Auntie" or "Uncle Ning"...
