In the evening, when they returned home, Little Asheng still had tears in his eyes. In the end, he hugged Song Yunuan, his voice choked up as he said, "Sister, if I could go with you, I could still help my sister."
Song Yunuan hesitated for a moment.
Taking advantage of the victory, Little Asheng pressed on, "Sister, I promise I'll be obedient, and I can take care of myself. Oh, and apart from cooking, I can do everything else, like farming, catching bugs, cutting grass, and feeding horses, you're not as good as me in those."
The children of the poor took charge early in life.
Song Yunuan felt ashamed.
Indeed, when it came to farm work and household chores, she was useless, not nearly as skilled as Asheng.
She couldn't even tell wheat from weeds.
Little Asheng added, "Sister, I know you want to protect me and don't want others to know, but I'm just going to play with you, nobody will find out."
"Sister, wuwu... I really want to go out and play with you."
