Junior Ms. Qian placed the cakes in front of her and said, "Do you think that levee is made of paper, that it would burst just from talking about it? Hurry up and eat, then go to school."
Manbao no longer needed anyone to escort her to and from school. After finishing her breakfast, she carried her small book box and trotted to school.
Just as she reached the intersection in front of the school, she saw Mr. Zhuang standing by the roadside, looking in her direction. Manbao immediately ran over, and with her head tilted back, asked, "Sir, are you waiting for me?"
Mr. Zhuang smiled faintly, averted his gaze, and while patting her head, asked, "Why is there such a commotion in the village?"
"The Chief is calling for a meeting. I don't know if it's for another fishing expedition."
Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but laugh, his worries somewhat alleviated by her childlike speech.
