Xiao Wu and Acheng were setting off fireworks, and later Song Mingbo also ran over to join in.
Asheng was once again lifted up by his uncle and rode on his neck.
Just as Asheng was about to wave his little hands, he didn't expect to be slapped on his chubby bottom by his mother. Xia Guilan said, "This isn't like watching a movie or a play. The fireworks are in the sky; you could see them even if you were lying on the ground. Don't tire out your uncle."
Asheng pouted with grievance.
His mother was still biased, even saying you could see from the ground. But could that be the same?
Has Mom forgotten it's winter?
The ground is cold and icy. How can you lie down on it?
It's much more comfortable riding on uncle's neck, with warmth right under your bottom.
Xia Xindong spoke gently, "It's fine, I like carrying Asheng."
Old Mrs. Song was a bit displeased.
