Little Xiao Xiao tilted his head. "What's wrong with thunder?"
"Because it's going to rain, the sky has turned dark."
"The power outage was probably because of the thunderstorm, too."
"We have candles at home."
"It's okay even if the power goes out."
Little Xiao Xiao thought about whether he'd forgotten to mention anything.
Soon, he thought of something.
"I'll be fine on my own."
"I'm not a little kid anymore."
"I can take care of myself."
Looking at the tea on the table, as well as the pastries they'd overlooked earlier...
This child really had taken good care of himself.
Father Xiao and Madam Xiao thought the same thing.
Then the two of them couldn't help laughing. What did he mean, "I'm not a little kid anymore"?
"You are a little kid."
Madam Xiao reached out and ruffled her child's soft hair.
He was only six years old. What was he doing, acting like a grown-up?
"Haha~"
Remembering how Xiao Xiao, no bigger than a little bean, had solemnly declared that he wasn't a little kid, Madam Xiao laughed even harder.
Xiao Xiao: ...
As soon as Madam Xiao brought it up, the forgotten memory gradually grew clearer in his mind.
He remembered every detail from that time, even the expressions on Father Xiao and Madam Xiao's faces.
"What's going on? What are you talking about that's so funny?"
Father Xiao looked toward the mother and son as they walked over to the dining table, asking with some interest.
The two elderly people also looked curious.
"We were talking about something Xiao Xiao did when he was little."
Madam Xiao stopped laughing, though her voice still carried a trace of amusement as she replied, "A few little guests came