I’m yearning to be a Fuwa

The four-year-old Qiu Ming didn’t know where he was.

But everyone he met was friendly.

What if he wanted to eat chicken?

What was that? The wild pheasant was killed in an accident?

What if there was no music to dance to?

What was that? Bird accompaniment?

What if he didn’t have a dance partner?

What was that? Butterfly dance?

Uncle Huang,"Can you stop hitting my face?"

Teacher He: Are you trying to kill me with laughter? Teacher Huang was about to shut herself up.

Peng Peng: Ming Ming, can you eat your drumstick?

Little Ju: Ming Ming’s right cheek is mine.

Zifeng: Ming Ming’s left cheek is mine.