Little Eleven shook his head: “I don’t know you.” Why can’t you guess, how can such a small child play word games?
Zhang Xiaojun beckoned to him, then picked up a small biscuit: “Do you want to eat?”
Xiao Shi walked up to him, took the biscuits, took a bite, and then made a crisp biscuits sound, and then asked, “Who are you?”
Zhang Xiaojun: “I’m your uncle.”
Xiao Shi’s eyes widened, he put the biscuits into Zhang Xiaojun’s hand, and then stretched out his fingers to break it: “Uncle eldest, uncle third, uncle fourth, uncle little… just broke four fingers, and then Looking at Zhang Xiaojun, it means that you are not any uncle.
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