In the courtyard, Xu Minglei had already taken out the wooden sword he had made.
"Doudou, look, do you like it?" Xu Minglei placed the small sword in the little one's hand. It was specially made for the little one, and the wooden sword wasn't big.
"So pretty, so pretty, thank you, Uncle!" The little rascal's eyes sparkled, and the sword handle was painted black, with a purple tassel hanging from it, looking quite nice.
The little guy swung the wooden sword around the courtyard, and Xu Mumu, watching him, thought of those swordsmen she had seen on TV. She didn't expect the little rascal had learned this; his imitation skills were quite strong.
Xu Mumu noticed this too and mentioned it to Yin Yang.
Yin Yang made a mental note of it, but this wasn't the time to talk about such things.
The Xu Family was bustling, and Xu Mumu also saw her cousin, who had been away for years and just returned.
