Da Bao’s eyes showed astonishment, "Yes, it changed color, it turned yellow."
Xiao Bao was about to cry in an instant.
It really changed color.
Mother was right, his tongue had changed color, how would he go out in the future?
Yun Xiaoxiao, holding a mirror, came to the main room and saw Xiao Bao’s eyes brimming with tears, on the verge of crying.
Da Bao was looking at the enamel tank curiously, then turned to look at Xiao Bao.
What happened to them?
"Mother, I changed color."
You’re not a chameleon, what color could you change into?
And you all, you really need to study; if you had even a kindergarten diploma, you wouldn’t be scared into crying.
"Do you still want to drink it?"
Xiao Bao was reluctant to say goodbye to the beverage that was truly sweet, even sweeter than sugar.
"I want to drink, but it changed color." Xiao Bao glanced at the beverage in the enamel tank, touched his own tongue subconsciously, and wondered how to change it back.
"We’ve already bought this, can’t waste it, you guys wanted to drink this, hurry up and drink!"
The two youngsters didn’t know what waste meant.
They had begged their mother to buy it, and money was spent.
The two brothers, taking turns, drank the beverage like medicine until they finished a bottle.
Yun Xiaoxiao immediately handed them the mirror to check if their tongues had changed color.
"Brother, your tongue is so yellow."
Both are the same, so no one should comment on anyone else.
Seeing their aggrieved expressions, Xiaoxiao held back her laughter and went to the kitchen. At this time, she would cook shrimp ball soup, adding shrimp, seaweed, and chopped green onions to make it especially tasty.
"Time to eat, no more looking in the mirror." Seeing the shrimp balls she had cooked, the two kids were still peering at their tongues in the mirror, looking as if something serious had happened.
How can kids be so amusing?
"I also bought you a toy and a copybook, you need to practice two pages every day."
Handwriting practice should start from when kids are little.
The Rubik’s cube could strengthen patience and brain development.
"Mother, will the tongue stay yellow forever?"
"It will be fine in a couple of days."
In these two days, they wouldn’t dare to go out, afraid that the other children in the village would see them and find them distasteful.
Da Bao and Xiao Bao still went to the kitchen to get their food.
"Mother, sweet potato balls."
A hint of guilt flashed in Xiaoxiao’s eyes.
She had always told the two kids that these were sweet potato balls; they were at a disadvantage for not questioning culture.
"How many characters have you written..."
Da Bao’s attention was diverted, "I’ve written three pages, Xiao Bao has written one page."
"Then I’ll check them in a bit. If they’re well written, there will be a reward, and correspondingly, if they’re not, there will be a punishment."
"Mother, we write slowly."
In fact, Da Bao and Xiao Bao were puzzled, how could the sweet potato balls their mother made be so tasty? They weren’t like the other village kids, who grew weary of eating sweet potatoes.
"Mother, the sweet potato balls you make are especially delicious." Xiao Bao said proudly.
Do you really think these are sweet potato balls?
"So, we’ll eat sweet potato balls every day from now on?" Yun Xiaoxiao teased Xiao Bao on purpose, not letting on that she knew. Although Xiao Bao wasn’t picky, his appetite would decrease a bit if he ate the same thing often.
"Mother, I don’t mind."
Even though they had plenty of snacks at home in the past few months, Da Bao hadn’t developed the habit of being picky, believing that having food to eat was good enough.
Like Er Dan, for the sake of food, he braved the cold every day and went to the mountains to look for food.
Seeing his brother had no objections, Xiao Bao also hurried to say, "I can too."