Xibao ran over to touch the large sweet potato and was about to open his mouth for a bite when Wang Xinsheng stopped him.
"Grandpa!" Xibao pointed at the dark red large sweet potato.
Wang Xinsheng said, "This isn't your grandpa, this is the large sweet potato your grandpa sent over."
"Grandpa!" Xibao insisted.
"No, it's a sweet potato!"
"Sweet, grandpa!" Xibao made another arc in front of it, saying, "Lot, lot! Big cart oh!"
The old leader probably understood Xibao's meaning, patted his head, "Right, this is the large sweet potato your grandpa grew. There are a lot of sweet potatoes in your hometown, loaded cart by cart to feed everyone."
"Um!" Xibao nodded, at least he stopped arguing with Wang Xinsheng about whether it was a sweet potato or grandpa.
