My baby is two and a half years old. Daddy, hurry up and make some milk!

Le Bao, who has no summer homework, has gone completely crazy this summer!

The constraints of kindergarten have been swept away, and the little one has completely entered free-range mode, never touching the ground all day long and never coming home.

They would scramble to leave the house as soon as it was light, spend the day playing on the lawn and in the playground, and only return home covered in sweat when it was completely dark.

She herself had a healthy tan on her face and arms, and her three younger brothers, who were taken around by their older sister to play every day, all got a full tan.

Their originally fair and soft faces have lost their milky white color, becoming evenly and adorably dark. When the four siblings stand together, they look exactly like four little dark dumplings that have just rolled out of the sun, creating a delightful contrast.

Shen Wanning, seeing Le Bao becoming increasingly unruly, had considered curbing her temper and enrolling her in some extracurricular classes to cultivate some proper interests.

Ballet, painting, piano, public speaking, handicrafts—she meticulously selected and researched all the interest classes suitable for little girls on the market, and even took Le Bao to try out offline classes.

Unfortunately, the little girl was very stubborn. She rejected all sorts of interests presented to her, only taking a liking to Taekwondo.

Aside from his enthusiastic and proactive Taekwondo class, Le Bao showed absolutely no interest in any other course and refused to attend class obediently no matter what.

Previously, Shen Wanning, unwilling to give up, tried enrolling her in a trial painting class.

As soon as we put her in the classroom and she was seated, the little one took advantage of the moment the teacher turned around to teach, pried open the classroom door herself, ran out of the training institution, and squatted by the flower bed at the gate to catch ants.

The classroom was suddenly empty, and the teacher panicked. Unable to find anyone, she immediately contacted the parents and even called the police.

Having learned their lesson, Lu Chenyue and Shen Wanning completely abandoned the idea of ​​sending Le Bao to various extracurricular classes, and dared not casually send their little darling to interest classes again.

Not having to attend extracurricular classes or do summer homework doesn't mean that Le Bao can completely slack off and not learn anything during the entire summer vacation.

With the little one about to enter primary school, we can't let him fall behind in basic knowledge.

Shen Wanning specially selected a book of arithmetic exercises for the transition from kindergarten to primary school, and set rules requiring Le Bao to complete one page of arithmetic problems every night to build a solid foundation in arithmetic.

Since Lu Shulang was sent to stay at his maternal grandmother's house temporarily, the huge Lu family mansion has been silent for a long time, without the sound of his aunt's signature shrewish roar.

The constant sounds of scolding and pleas for help during homework sessions that used to fill the house have completely disappeared, and the house has been quiet for quite some time now.

But the whole family knew perfectly well that the lion's roar that had disappeared had not completely vanished; it had simply shifted its position perfectly, from the eldest aunt to Shen Wanning.

Every night, during the time we do our homework, that's when the atmosphere at home is at its most tense.

To help Le Bao, who was away from home, concentrate on his homework, everyone in the family voluntarily kept quiet.

The large living room was quiet and still; even the television wasn't on.

The servants walked very quietly, not daring to make the slightest sound, for fear of disturbing their little darling who was doing her homework.

Le Bao sat cross-legged on the living room carpet, leaning over the large coffee table, intently working on his arithmetic problems.

The once neat and tidy braids were now completely messy.

Her messy hair clung to her forehead, her braids were loose, and a few strands of hair stood up high on top of her head, making her look like a bird's nest. Her disheveled appearance was both embarrassing and cute.

The small arithmetic workbook lay open in the center of the coffee table, her pencil clutched tightly, her brows furrowed into a small knot.

Her little face was tense, with a look of deep resentment, as if what lay before her was not a simple addition or subtraction problem within ten, but some intractable century-old puzzle.

Le Bao is young and has a limited number of fingers, so he relies on counting his fingers the most when doing arithmetic problems.

The little girl didn't have enough fingers, but luckily she had a younger brother, Lu Ziguan, who was always clinging to her.

The little guy grabbed his younger brother's chubby little hand, forcibly spread his palm open, and neatly arranged each finger, holding it next to his own hand as a "counting tool".

Lu Ziguan was too young to sit still; he could only behave for three seconds.

Le Bao lowered his head and counted carefully, muttering the numbers to himself.

With fingertips pointing one by one at the siblings' hands, they finally managed to match the numbers and figure out the answer. They had just reached the last digit and were about to calculate the answer.

As a result, Lu Ziguan, who was standing beside him, pulled his small hand back and gently curled his fingertips, directly taking back the "tool hand" that Le Bao had borrowed.

Le Bao's train of thought was instantly disrupted. The numbers in front of him were all jumbled up, and the result he had painstakingly counted was completely wiped out.

It was fine once or twice; the little guy patiently counted again.

But his younger brother kept causing trouble. Le Bao would count the number of times, and then he would stop. This went on for four or five times.

Having exhausted all her patience, the little girl's temper suddenly became uncontrollable.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound rang out.

Le Bao raised her little hand and slapped Lu Ziguan's hand lightly without any mercy, her tone both anxious and angry, full of despair:

"Don't move! I just finished counting, and you've made it all disappear again!"

She puffed out her cheeks angrily, her eyes wide open, her little face flushed red with worry. Looking at her younger brother's bewildered and innocent expression, she became even angrier.

Lu Ziguan froze instantly after being slapped on the back of the hand.

He raised his chubby little hands in a daze, put them behind his back, and gently rubbed the spot that had been patted back and forth, his palms turning slightly red.

The little guy didn't dare to say a word, and his big, dark eyes instantly filled with glistening tears.

Her big, watery eyes stared unblinkingly at her angry older sister, looking incredibly wronged, her little mouth slightly pouting, on the verge of tears.

Seeing her younger brother's tearful and pitiful appearance, Le Bao, who had just been furious, instantly had her anger extinguished and completely vanished.

Children's tempers come on quickly and go away even faster.

Once she calmed down, Le Bao's heart softened instantly. Seeing her younger brother's aggrieved expression, she felt a pang of guilt.

She immediately suppressed all her temper, gently reached out her little hand, and hugged the soft and small Lu Ziguan.

She pulled him into her arms, gently patted his back, and apologized sincerely in a soft, flustered voice:

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm sorry, little brother, I didn't mean it. I love you!"

While clumsily coaxing him, she reached out and gently rubbed her younger brother's reddened hand, rubbing her little head against the top of his head, her attitude sincere and gentle, trying her best to make up for her impulsiveness just now.

But once a child's grievances resurface, an apology alone is not enough to soothe them.

Lu Ziguan, who had been silently holding back his tears, was gently coaxed by his sister, and all the pent-up grievances he had been holding back instantly burst forth.

"Waaaaaahh ...

A loud cry instantly echoed through the quiet living room.

He wrapped his arms tightly around Le Bao's neck, buried his head in his sister's shoulder, and burst into tears.

She was crying her heart out, her shoulders trembling.

Warm tears and sticky snot all smeared onto Le Bao's clean little clothes, making her collar wet and dirty.

The siblings' bizarre way of getting along—arguing and making up in a second, crying and then immediately comforting each other—has long been commonplace and no longer surprising to anyone in the family.

One is willing to hit, and the other is willing to be hit.

One second they were at each other's throats, arguing and red in the face, the older sister scolding the younger brother and the younger brother crying in grievance;

They can break the ice in an instant, kissing and hugging each other, sticking together like one person, inseparable, neither able to live without the other.

After crying for less than two minutes, Lu Ziguan's crying gradually subsided with Le Bao's constant patting and gentle coaxing, but he still clung tightly to his sister and refused to let go.

Le Bao completely lost interest in doing her homework and cautiously glanced at her mother.

Seeing that Shen Wanning didn't say anything, the little girl chuckled, thinking she had gotten away with it for the night.