Su Ergou was a little unwilling. "Dad! I only chopped off so much. Don't throw it all away!"
"I know, I know!"
Although Su Cheng said that, he did not hesitate to throw more, causing Su Ergou's heart to ache!
"Dahu, Erhu, Xiaohu, Grandpa will throw with you! Come!" Su Cheng picked them up one by one, held their soft hands to grab the bamboo, and threw.
Crack!
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The three little ones heard the firecrackers that they had blown up and shouted excitedly!
"It's Xiaohu's turn! It's Xiaohu's turn!" Xiao Hu shook Father Su's thigh, strongly protesting that his brothers had already played two rounds!
It was Father Su's fault for not being able to differentiate between the three little fellows and often carrying the wrong one.
"Okay, okay, okay. It's Xiaohu's turn." Father Su put down Dahu.
When he turned around, he was carrying Erhu again.
