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

The two little ones cried their hearts out at home, but Le Bao, who was already at the Zheng family's house, had no time to think about them.

At this moment, she was holding a watermelon bigger than her head and wielding a spoon in a battle.

A bamboo mat was laid on the floor of the main room, where Le Bao sat cross-legged steadily.

He held a watermelon cut in half in his arms; the flesh was a bright red, and juice dripped down the edges of the rind.

She held the watermelon tightly with one hand and gripped a large stainless steel spoon with the other, scooping out large mouthfuls of flesh as if charging into battle with a weapon in hand.

With its chubby cheeks, sweet juice overflowed from the corners of its mouth with every bite, staining its chin and nose with red melon juice.

This was the first time she had ever held most of a watermelon and ate it without restraint; it was fresh and enjoyable.

Ranran's parents are simple and warm-hearted; they were overjoyed the moment they saw the chubby little Le Bao.

The little girl has a sweet tongue. She calls her grandpa and grandma affectionately. When her grandpa hands her some chilled fruit, she will bow and thank him.

When her grandmother fanned her with a palm leaf fan, she even reached out to massage the old woman's shoulders.

In no time, she was chatting warmly with the Zheng family elders. The three of them talked and laughed, just like a real granddaughter.

There was a rustling sound outside. Le Bao looked up at the sound and saw Shen Shilan had changed into a dirty coarse cloth short-sleeved shirt, with a wide straw hat on his head, and a sharp sickle in his hand. He was about to walk outside.

She immediately placed the watermelon on the mat, tossed the spoon aside, and rushed forward with her short legs, grabbing Shen Shilan's clothes with both little hands and refusing to let go.

"Uncle, where are you going? I want to come with you!"

"Stay home and keep your aunt company, and look after your little brother. Your grandpa, your older brother, and I are going to the fields to harvest rice."

After saying that, he shouldered his sickle and strode towards the brand-new silver tricycle outside the yard.

He bought the car on a whim when he accompanied Ranran to the market some time ago.

Previously, the Zheng family relied entirely on carrying sacks of grain home by hand, which was both physically demanding and time-consuming.

Since we got the tricycle, transporting rice and farm tools has become ten times easier.

Mr. Zheng cherished the car very much. When it was not in use, he would always wipe it until it shone, not leaving a speck of dust.

Le Bao stared longingly at the tricycle, itching to get rid of it. He turned around, rushed into the house, pulled out a small straw hat, and haphazardly put it on his head.

The straw hat was too big, and the wide brim slipped down, completely obscuring her face. She could only grope around with her chubby little hands, staggering towards the door.

"Uncle, I'm ready, I can get out of bed and help!"

Seeing this, Shen Shilan couldn't help but chubby and reached out to pinch her soft little cheeks and gently pull them apart:

"You still want to go to the fields? You think you're not tanned enough? If you go back after another round of sunbathing, your grandma will tear me apart."

Le Bao's cheeks stung slightly from being pinched, and she immediately let go of the hem of Ran Ran's clothes, turning around and rushing to her side.

"Auntie! Uncle pinched my cheek, and it hurt!"

Ranran rolled her eyes at Shen Shilan, then gently rubbed Le Bao's cheeks, which had been pinched red.

"How many times have I told you not to pinch a child's cheeks? It makes them drool. Don't you remember?"

Shen Shilan felt guilty after being told this. He awkwardly scratched the back of his head, not daring to argue further. He picked up his farm tools, quickly got on the tricycle, and followed Mr. Zheng towards the rice paddies with the sputtering sound of the engine.

Ranran grabbed Lebao's wrist and led her back to sit down on the mat.

"Be good and play at home with your brother. The midday sun is scorching. Wait until the heat dissipates in the evening, and your aunt will take you to stroll along the paths around the village and pick wild fruits."

Both of them were focused on comforting Le Bao, and neither of them noticed the movement of the mat behind them.

Shen Zijin had been eyeing the watermelon in her sister's arms since early morning, her mouth watering. Now that the adults were too busy to watch over her, it was the perfect opportunity to sneak a taste of the delicious treat.

The little one crawled to the watermelon on all fours, buried his tiny body in half of it, pressed his face against the bright red flesh, and took big bites.

He was too weak to pry the flesh off the fruit, so he simply buried his head in it and sucked on it, his saliva mixed with watermelon juice dripping all over the flesh.

Le Bao turned around and saw her younger brother buried in the watermelon. Her pupils dilated instantly, and she raised her voice in shock:

"Shen Zijin, what are you doing!"

She had only scooped out three or four spoonfuls of watermelon when the whole piece was covered in the little guy's glistening saliva, making the half-eaten watermelon completely inedible.

Shen Zijing lifted her small face, which was covered in red juice, her eyebrows curving into crescent moons, and grinned foolishly, drool dripping down her chin as she mumbled indistinctly:

"Hehehe, hehe, so sweet!"

Ranran quickly stepped forward, took out a handkerchief to wipe the watermelon juice and saliva off her son's face, shook her head helplessly, and moved the watermelon with saliva on it aside.

Watching the farce unfold, Zheng's mother smiled and turned around to bring the other half of the intact watermelon from the kitchen, placing it steadily in front of Le Bao.

"Thank you, Grandma!"

Le Bao immediately suppressed her anger, raised her little face, and sweetly thanked him.

"Eat slowly, Grandma will go to the kitchen later and fry you some crispy potato fries."

Zheng's mother gently patted her head and turned to go into the kitchen to get busy.

The whole afternoon passed quickly as Le Bao happily ate the new watermelon and accompanied Shen Zijin in chasing chicks and collecting pebbles in the yard.

Around five or six in the afternoon, the scorching sun in the sky softened its intensity, and a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of rice paddies wafted into the courtyard.

Ranran found a thermos, filled it with chilled mung bean soup, added a plate of sliced ​​bitter melon, and with one arm around Shen Zijin and the other holding Le Bao's hand, slowly walked towards the rice paddy.

The endless rice paddies rippled with golden waves, and three figures could be seen bending over to harvest the rice in the distance.

Shen Shilan, Zheng's father, and Ranran's younger brother were bent over and buried in the field.

The back of his clothes was already soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his body.

"Let's take some cool water over to Grandpa, Uncle, and Brother to help them cool down."

"Hold it carefully, don't spill the mung bean soup."

Le Bao nodded vigorously, wrapped her two little hands around the round insulated bucket, and followed carefully beside her aunt, her eyes fixed on the endless paddy fields below.

The clear water gently washed over the yellow mud, tender green water plants floated on the surface, and occasionally small fish darted through the muddy water, making her itch with desire.

The group walked to the edge of the field, and Ranran put Shen Zijin down from her arms, raising her hand and shouting into the field:

"Dad, Shilan, Xiaolei, come and rest for a while, have some cool soup!"

Upon hearing the sound, the three people in the field stopped using their sickles, straightened up, and walked towards the edge of the field, wiping the sweat from their brows.

Ranran was busy opening the lid to pour mung bean soup and wiping the dirt off her husband and father's faces with a towel. Everyone's attention was focused on the cool water and snacks to relieve the heat, and no one was watching Le Bao for a while.

Le Bao stared at the shallow muddy water in the field, his curiosity completely overwhelmed.

She quickly looked around to make sure all the adults had their backs to her, then bent down, grabbed her sandals with both hands, and swung them onto the grassy ridge, revealing her chubby little feet.

She held her breath, pulled up her trouser legs with her small hands, and carefully stepped into the paddy field.

The cool, muddy water reached above my ankles, and the soft, slippery mud enveloped my soles.

Le Bao's eyes lit up with excitement. Her little feet rubbed gently back and forth in the mud, and with a flick of her toes, she splashed up tiny droplets of water.

Several small paddy field fish in the water were startled and scurried away, wagging their tails.

Le Bao immediately bent down and gently chased after the little fish with his chubby little hands.

She moved forward lightly, going deeper and deeper into the rice paddies. The hem of her trousers was soaked in mud and covered in yellow mud, but she didn't care at all, her mind only on chasing the nimble little fish.

Shen Zijing sat on the edge of the field and immediately saw her older sister standing in the mud, clapping her little hands and giggling, shouting indistinctly:

"Hehehe! Water! Play!"

The laughter drew everyone's attention. Ranran turned around and saw Le Bao covered in mud in the field. She was instantly both amused and exasperated.

"Le Bao! Come up here quickly! Be careful not to cut your foot!"

When Le Bao heard his aunt calling him, instead of going back, he deliberately stomped hard on the muddy water, splashing a lot of yellow mud and water, and laughed heartily.