"Looks about the same age as Xiao Yue," Gu Junzhu said, "all by himself, without any help."
He patted Xiao Shumiao's head, "Our son's language skills are strong. The way that kid hunted the wild boar was just like our son described: casually, as if it wasn't a wild boar but a piglet."
Ye Xingbei: "Whose child is this? It's unbelievable!"
"I don't know," Gu Junzhu said, "but I've sent someone to follow him, we'll know soon enough."
"Mom, is the fresh mushroom soup ready?" Xiao Shumiao ran to the bonfire, sniffing with his little nose, his eyes closed in delight, "It smells so good!"
"The mushroom soup is ready, you can drink it now," Ye Xingbei walked over to him, smiling as she patted his head, "Little foodie! The chicken soup needs to wait a bit longer to taste better."
