"Hahaha... Father Huang is so worried."
"I feel like Father Huang is going to be angered to death by Pengpeng.”
"Teacher Huang, the slippers aren't powerful enough. Let's change to a stick.”
"Peng Peng ran too fast. Looking at this scene, it looks like I was beaten up when I was young.”
“666...”
There was a burst of joy in the live broadcast room. Everyone looked at Peng Peng as he ran away and could not help but think of their childhood.
This was simply similar to a god.
"Uncle Huang, don't hit me.”
Little Qiu Ming opened his small hands and looked at Huang Lei, like a well-behaved little brother who was worried about his brother getting hurt.
"Pengpeng, did you see that? Lian Mingming is protecting you. Can't you be more promising? You child, you're really infuriating me.”
Huang Lei was disappointed. He patted little Qiu Ming's head and then sat down to drink his tea.
"Tongtong set the price."
Peng Peng was wronged.
"If you dare to accuse me wrongly, I'll fight it out with you.”
Li Yitong refused to admit it and bared her fangs and brandished her claws.
"Sigh, the tragedy of a straight man. It'll be difficult for Pengpeng to find a girlfriend in the future.”
He Jiong sighed.
"This silly child doesn't even have this bit of responsibility. A small matter actually offended a beauty.”
Huang Lei shook his head and sighed.
After playing around for a while, Huang Lei started to get busy preparing lunch.
He Jiong went over to help, while Peng Peng split the firewood with all his might to show off.
Li Yitong was listening to music under the pavilion with earplugs.
Zhang Zifeng and Ju Jingyi went back to their room to try on clothes. Both of them were very fond of beauty. They were always worried about what to wear. Whenever they had time, they would try on new clothes.
Little Qiu Ming was the only one who walked toward the back of the mountain with the fruit knife that Ju Jingyi had placed on the window without anyone noticing.
...
"What is Baby Ming doing alone?”
"Baby Ming, you have to be careful with the fruit knife.”
"Oh my god, isn't there anyone watching Baby Ming? It's very dangerous.”
"I hope Baby Ming is fine.”
"The cameraman is following us. What are you worried about?”
...
There was a bamboo forest behind the mushroom house.
Little Qiu Ming came to the bamboo forest with the fruit knife. He stopped and looked at the surrounding bamboos.
The cameraman had already understood what Little Qiu Ming was thinking. He just continued to broadcast with the camera and did not help.
Little Qiu Ming took the fruit knife and found a bamboo the size of a finger. Then, he began to cut it with the fruit knife.
Qiu Ming wasn't strong enough. If he wanted to cut down a bamboo, he could only use a fruit knife to sawn it bit by bit.
This kind of action should have been strenuous and unrewarding, but with little Qiu Ming's action, the bamboo was easily cut.
"It's finally done."
Little Qiu Ming heaved a sigh of relief and happily cleaned the branches and leaves on the bamboo. Then, he sat on a rock and took out a fruit knife to start working.
...
"Is Baby Ming preparing to make a piccolo for Tongtong?”
"No way, Baby Ming can make piccolo?”
"I feel that this kind of thing is beyond the ability of a four-year-old child.”
"Baby Ming, don't scare me. If you even know this, then I've really lived for decades in vain.”
"I made it myself. It can't be blown, right?"
"Whether or not it can be blown, at least Ming Ming's sincerity has really touched me.”
...
Even the audience in the live stream room had already guessed Qiu Ming's motive.
Yes, a piccolo.
From the moment he bought the fruit knife, Little Qiu Ming already had this plan.
Since he didn't sell it, he would make it himself.
After cutting the bamboo with a fruit knife, Little Qiu Ming found a small stick and stabbed it through.
The bamboo joints inside the small bamboo were not very tough. They could be pierced through with a little force.
After doing all this, Little Qiu Ming used a knife to drill holes on it and then cleaned the opposite part.
Qiu Ming's every move was very slow, very serious, and very careful, as if he was afraid of breaking the flute.
Under the camera, Little Qiu Ming's serious look fascinated many viewers.
It was said that a serious man was the most handsome. At this moment, the serious little Qiu Ming became the cutest.
...
"Where's Ming Ming?"
"Yeah, where's Ming Ming?"
Meanwhile, in the mushroom house, Ju Jingyi and Zhang Zifeng had changed into a new set of clothes before coming out of the room.
The first thing they thought of was Qiu Ming, but they didn't see him.
"I didn't see him."
Peng Peng shook his head. Tired from chopping firewood, he was sitting on a wooden stool at the side to rest.
"I didn't see Baby Ming either."
Li Yitong took off her earplugs and looked around blankly.
"What's wrong?"
He Jiong came out of the kitchen.
"Teacher He, is Ming Ming in the kitchen?”
Zhang Zifeng quickly asked.
"He's not here. Aren't you playing in the courtyard?”
Even He Jiong was frightened.
After all, Little Qiu Ming was just a child. How could he not be worried if he went missing?
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