They ran into the soft and familiar embrace, breathing in the breath that made them feel at ease.
"Mother, Xiaohu misses you."
It was rare for Xiaohu to speak before his two brothers.
Dahu and Erhu also expressed that they also missed their mother very much.
As the saying went, a child with a mother was a treasure. Without a mother, they were three mere stalks of grass.
For the past few days, they had been eating their grandfather's grass every day!
How disgusting!
Su Xiaoxiao patted their heads and rubbed their chubby faces.
They were quite cold.
"Have you been waiting long?" she asked.
Xiao Hu said seriously, "I waited."
It took Su Xiaoxiao a while to realize that Xiaohu had been waiting since morning.
She was puzzled. Where did he get that accent from?
