Ye Xiaoxi squatted in front of the chicken coop by the door, unbothered by the smell. She kept slapping the coop with a twig, chanting, "Hit, hit, hit!" The chickens inside huddled together.
Before long, she was swinging her twig as she went across to find the ducks.
She had a wonderful time playing by herself.
Only when Ye Yaodong came out with half an apple and called her did she race over like a fluttering butterfly, excitedly hugging his thigh. "Dada..."
"Time for an apple. Come inside with me."
Ye Xiaoxi happily toddled after him.
Just then, the two brothers, who were asking for a beating, came home in high spirits too. They were soaked from head to toe, without a dry spot on them, but still shouted happily the moment they entered the yard.
"Mom, I'm home!"
"I'm home too!"
"Oh! You cut an apple! Ah! Why does our little sister get half all to herself? She's so little!"
Ye Chenghu was delighted to see Ye Yaodong holding half an apple as soon as he entered. But when he saw him pick up an iron spoon, scoop out a spoonful, and feed it to Ye Xiaoxi, his eyes suddenly widened, and he protested indignantly.
Lin Xiuqing snatched up the palm frond she had prepared on the table and lashed it at him. "You've got the nerve to complain! Instead of coming home after school, you stayed out playing in the water. Look how soaked you are!"
Ye Chenghu jumped in pain and dodged sideways. "I didn't! I got wet because it rained!"
He wanted to run outside, but he could not bear to leave the apple on the table behind.
Lin Xiuqing lashed at him again. Although he dodged in time, the leaves were long and plentiful enough