Lin Baogen stopped fluttering. He knew how well he had completed his homework. He didn't want to have nothing to eat tomorrow morning.

The little chubby Dun'er picked up the dishes on the table with clumsy steps. Seeing him shaking the chopsticks and bowls, Lin Xiuxiu wanted to help but was stopped by Anhua, "You can do whatever you want."

, let him do it by himself. He has not exercised all day long. He has grown so fat at such a young age. I don’t know how fat he will be in the future. I also want him to have a healthy body. Otherwise, I will see which little girl dares to marry him.

give him!"

Lin Xiuxiu looked at Lin Baogen hesitantly and felt that what her mother said made sense, so she stopped trying to help him.

The light of expectation in Lin Baohe's eyes was extinguished in an instant, and he could only accept his fate and pick up the plates and bowls and wash them.

He has never done these tasks before. Anhua and Lin Xiuxiu have always been busy at home, and he has always been the uncle on the side. Unexpectedly, these tasks seem simple, but they are so tiring to do!

Lin Baogen held out his belly and sighed sincerely.

Anhua didn't rush him, and he didn't care if Lin Baogen got all wet. He just let Lin Baogen wash himself slowly, and it would be counted when he finished washing. The education of the baby should start from an early age. Lin Baogen was already too late now.

In the past, rural children could cook for themselves by the age of ten, but Lin Baogen could only eat what others fed him.

When Lin Baogen finally washed the dishes with great effort, he was as wet as if he had taken a bath, and the floor was covered with water. Fortunately, he washed it in the pool in the yard, otherwise Anwar would still be there.

Let him mop the floor.

I thought that this extremely hard night was over. When Lin Baogen dragged his tired and fat body back to the room, he saw his mother checking his homework book, and the flesh on his body suddenly tightened!

Something was very wrong with his mother tonight. He had a feeling that something bad would happen next!

In times of crisis, people's heads tend to spin very fast. Now Lin Baogen's head, which was covered in grease, started to spin so fast. Little Fatty suddenly covered his stomach with both hands, with a painful expression on his face, and screamed ouch, ouch, ouch,

"Mom, my stomach hurts so much! It must be because I didn't eat meat just now! Mom, please help me, my stomach hurts so much!"

Anwar was completely unmoved. He held his homework book in his hand, pointed at the colorful handwriting on it, and said, "Young Master, you have used these tricks countless times. Do you think I will still be fooled? Come here.

Look, tell me what you wrote! This dog-like character is written by you?! Come on, read it to me. You must be able to accurately read what the character is. I will give it to you tomorrow morning.

You eat meat!”

Unexpectedly, this trick didn't work. Lin Baogen could only put down his hands with regret, reluctantly came to Anhua's side, and looked at his homework book. He didn't recognize the words on the notebook, and he didn't recognize him either.

The handwriting of the words made him confused. At that time, he just wanted to finish writing it quickly. He didn't know what was written on it, but he had to make it up for the meat tomorrow morning!

"This is...um...Li Liyuan Shangcao..."

Lin Baogen's little cleverness made Anhua laugh angrily. She pointed to the four words in the notebook and said, "There are only four words in total. Are you telling me this is Li Li Yuan Shang Cao? You have to make it up, right?"

!”

She slapped the notebook on the table, and the pencil case on the table was shaken by her. Lin Baogen was so frightened that the fat on his body also trembled a few times, woo woo woo, good evening, mom.

Fierce, so terrible!

"Erase and rewrite all of this! Look at what you wrote, it's not half as good as what your sister wrote! The teachers praised your sister for her neat handwriting and being a role model for the students to learn from. Look at you! You are the opposite of a student.

Textbook! I'm here to watch you write. If you don't write well, you won't be able to sleep tonight!"

Lin Baogen retorted weakly, "But Mom, you just said that if I wash the dishes, I don't have to do my homework..."

Seeing Anhua squinting at him, Lin Baogen's voice became quieter and quieter.

"Do you think your mother and I have lost memory as we get older? I clearly said that if you finish brushing your homework, even if you haven't finished it, I will let you eat tomorrow morning, but I didn't say that I won't let you do your homework again. Don't

Be clever, now! Write it right away!"

Anhua's roar frightened Lin Baogen. He quickly sat down at the table, spread out his homework and started writing again.

Anhua originally thought that the homework Lin Baogen just wrote was enough to give her a headache, but she didn't expect that the next step would be even hell-like torture.

Anhua's fingers were about to pierce through Lin Baogen's homework, and his voice got louder and louder, "Xiao Ming has three apples, sister has four apples, Xiao Ming took two apples from her sister, how many apples does Xiao Ming have in total?"

"

"Such a simple question, how did you get it wrong? Seven? Why seven? I have already made a hypothesis with you. If you have three apples and your sister has four apples, then you ask your sister for two

Apple, how many apples do you have in your hand now?"

Lin Baogen retorted confidently, "That's seven! Mom, didn't you say that? My sister's things are mine. If my sister has four apples, I will definitely take them all!"

Anwar is defeated!

Who can be blamed for this? It’s the education of the original owner!

Anwar yelled even louder, "What's your sister's is your sister's, what's yours is yours, let me use the analogy again, if! Listen, I'm talking about if, if you have three apples,

Me! Your mother has four apples! Now you take two apples from me, how many apples do you have in your hand now?"

Lin Baogen checked it with his fingers and answered without thinking, "It's still seven!"

Anhua pinched his palms hard to prevent them from smashing the table into pieces, "Tell me why this time, you dare to snatch your mother's apples?!"

Lin Baogen stared at himself and looked at Anwar innocently, "Mom, didn't you say this? Have you forgotten? Didn't you always say that everything you own is mine? And you

Leave all the good things for me to eat. Then you must give all the four apples to me. Mom, didn’t you say that I am your darling? You wouldn’t be willing to give me even four apples!

"

Anwar really couldn't bear it anymore, and his roar was like knocking off the roof, "You can't take more! You can only take two from my hand! If you dare to take away all four apples, I will break your legs."

! Recalculate! You have three apples in your hand, and I have four in my hand. Take two from me, how many do you have in your hand!"

Lin Baogen felt a little aggrieved after being yelled at. He counted it several times with his stubby fingers and calculated silently in his heart. Three apples were too few and he must have finished them long ago. He took two from his mother and saw

If he didn't have enough to eat, his mother would definitely give him the remaining two, and he answered with certainty, "There are four!"
Chapter completed!