Lao Yi looked at Xiu Shengli in surprise, "You had one more slice of cake than us, how nice that is, couldn’t that shut your mouth?"
"But you almost choked me to death!" Xiu Shengli pouted.
Lao Yi said, matter-of-factly, "Don’t you know? Xibao originally gave each of us a slice of cake. Whoever ate more would choke, and if he choked to death, it was nobody else’s fault but his own for being gluttonous!"
"I didn’t mean to eat more. You stuffed it into my mouth."
The additional cake was really delicious. Xiu Shengli wondered if it would make him gain some weight, and his eyes were gleaming.
Lao Yi said, "Well, I didn’t want it to be eaten by a villain. You’re the youngest among us, so naturally, it’s a treat for you."
Wang Zilong agreed, "Yeah, I wish I were the youngest, so I could eat an extra piece."
Xiu Shengli pondered, then shook his head. "Actually, the youngest one is Xibao. It’s pitiful how he cried. Do you think he’ll get spanked? He’s so small, it must hurt a lot when an adult spanks him on the butt."
"My family’s security uncle Wu is holding him!" Lao Yi turned to Wu Yijiang: "Uncle Wu, you must protect Xibao!"
Wang Zilong and Xiu Shengli chorused, "Uncle Wu, this glorious and significant task is entrusted to you!"
The three kids echoed each other. Along with Wu Yijiang who solemnly replied, "Please be assured, dear young children, I, Wu Yijiang, promise to complete the mission and prevent Little Xibao from getting a single bit of punishment from adults!"
Mother Su was furious, "You...you..."
Someone had already hurried to inform the third leader who was nearby for a walk. This leader, after hearing the whole story on his way, arrived on the scene and looked at each kid, saying, "Okay, okay, Comrade Su, isn’t it common for children to fight? The senior leader has never criticized any child for this. It’s not a big deal. Why make it seem bigger than a nuclear explosion?"
As an important aide of the senior leader, his words made Mother Su immediately lost her bluster. She pointed at Su Ping, "What do you mean by a small problem? Look, just look at my grandson. See what Lu Xibao did to his face."
Xibao was very familiar with this leader. He slipped down from Wu Yijiang’s arms, quickly hugged the leader’s thigh. Before he could say anything, tears started to roll down his cheeks and the sobbing continued, "Grandpa, baby is scared, baby’s cake, is gone, the bad guy took it, Huahua’s cake is gone, no more cake!"
The leader saw the pitiful crying kid. Since his arm was injured, he wasn’t able to lift the chubby kid up, so he bent down and used his handkerchief to wipe his tears, "Don’t cry, when grandpa gets his salary next month, grandpa will buy cake for you, okay?"
"No, no!" Xibao shook his head vehemently, touching the patch on the leader’s knee, "It’s broken! No money."
The leader understood his meaning, "You mean because grandpa’s clothes are broken, he doesn’t have money, so he shouldn’t buy it, is that right?"
"Yes! Daddy makes money, mommy buys, grandpa not need to buy!" Xibao said cheerfully. But then he suddenly hugged the leader’s thigh again and pled pathetically, "No buying, no buying, there are bad people, bad people snatch, snatch cake!"
Guo Yan was left dumbfounded at what she saw and heard. Looking around, aside from Mother Su, everyone else wore expressions of pity.