“You are intentional.” Fan Shangde nodded.
“Where, this is what grandchildren should do.” The youth scratched his head and smiled.
The girl smiled and hugged to the side of the living room, took out a metal box and waved to the red cinnabar: “Come on fire, these are all for you.”
When she opened the box, she saw that there were more than a dozen kinds of pet foods, flowers, fruits and grass, and sealed insect jars, which were all favorite foods of birds and animals.
Fan Shangde glanced at him and turned to Chi Zhuniao behind him, “Little guy, come and see, someone will bring you something delicious.”
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