"Go check if Dongxue is in the yard, and if so, bring her over to my house too. Your third aunt made meat buns today."
After Yang Chuxia said this, Yang Qingbao still stood dumbfounded. Yang Chuxia raised her voice a little, "What are you standing there for, you little brat? Itching for a beating?"
"Oh, oh, I'll go now." Yang Qingbao quickly ran towards the yard when he saw that Yang Chuxia seemed unhappy.
Yang Chuxia rolled her eyes; this little brat wouldn't know to behave unless you were tough with him.
Yang Dayong laughed from behind, "You've really scared the poor kid."
"That's good. He'll grow up to be more disciplined and won't end up like his parents." Yang Chuxia shrugged her shoulders.
"Right? They say you can predict a child's future character at three and seven years old. This kid probably won't be like his parents, looks promising."
As they talked, Yang Qingbao brought Yang Dongxue out with him.