Xibao stretched out his hand and walked forward, and Wang Zhonghua stepped back. Guo Yan turned around, stretched out her hand to block the back of Wang Zhonghua's neck, and held him down.

"Zhonghua, this is Brother Xibao." Guo Yan told Wang Zhonghua softly,

"You are an older brother, you have to take out your brother's posture and don't ignore your younger brother. Come, say hello to my brother, love each other in the future, and be good brothers. Wang Zhonghua looked at Lu Xibao, a good brother who could stick a knife in both sides in the future, but still didn't speak.

"Brother!" Xibao called Wang Zhonghua enthusiastically again, and when he saw that he didn't care about himself, he was immediately aggrieved, pointed to his nose, and said anxiously: "Baby, big baby." It means that he is a baby, Wang Zhonghua should not ignore him.

The wind and snow almost laughed,

"Xibao, didn't grandpa buy you cakes? Is it okay to give it to my brother? ”

"Don't, don't!" Xibao shook his head violently.

"Why?" Everyone thinks it's strange, Xibao is not such a stingy person, does he know that the cake is very expensive, so he is reluctant to share it with others?

But how can a child like him understand the price of goods. Xibao pointed to Wang Zhonghua's hand,

"Yes." Everyone followed his direction and found that Wang Zhonghua was holding a red sausage in his hand, with traces of biting.

"Not for the baby!" Xibao is straightforward. Guo Yan couldn't help but tease him: "My brother won't give it to you, so you won't give it to my brother either, right?" ”

"Hmm!" Xibao looked right. Guo Yan smiled, looked down at her grandson, and said to him in a consultative tone: "Zhonghua, look, my younger brother is young, you are my elder brother, can you give sausages to your younger brother?" Grandma Ming'er will buy you a new one. Xibao suddenly said: "I'm my brother!" Stretched out his hand to compare the height and size of himself and Wang Zhonghua.

In front of Wang Zhonghua, Xibao is white, tall and fat.

"I'm my brother!" Wang Zhonghua finally opened Chrysostom,

"I'm four years old."

"Huh?" Xibao turned his head to look at the wind and snow,

"Mom?" Feng Qingxue replied: "You are two and a half years old this year, more than a year younger than your brother, of course you are your younger brother, call your brother quickly." Xibao was not pleased, and pointed to his nose,

"I'm my brother!"

"Is it because you're fat?" Wang Fengqiao suddenly blessed his soul.

"Hmm!" Xi Bao's head nodded so quickly, and the two little fat hands drew a big arc in front of him,

"Baby." He used the thumb and index finger of his right hand to make a small arc, a very small arc, and pointed at Wang Zhonghua and said, "Brother! Father Lu put down the empty bowl in his hand and said with a smile: "Xibao, everyone knows that you are fat, and you are very blessed, but your brother and brother are not distinguished by whether they are fat or not, you see, my sister is very fat, right?" She is a sister, not an older sister. My brother is thinner than you because he doesn't have anything to eat, so can you give it to your brother? Xibao was dizzy, looking at Father Lu in a daze, looking at Wang Zhonghua with a confused face.

"It's right to give the cake to my brother!" If the wind is light and the snow is light, it is especially crisp and neat. Xibao stretched out his hand to Wang Zhonghua and pointed at the sausage menacingly,

"Give it to me!" Wang Zhonghua was frightened, and quickly put the sausage in his hand, just when the wind and snow were about to get angry, Xibao grabbed the threatening sausage in one hand, ran over and took out the white cake carton with the other hand, and handed it to Wang Zhonghua.

"Eat, cake!" Xibao beckoned him.