In the beautiful autumn days, Little Prince celebrated his most joyful birthday of the year once again.
Little Mengbao was now six.
Su Qingluo personally cooked for him again, making him a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup.
Little Prince enjoyed eating it very much, with his sister sitting on his left side and a little tiger cub lying on his right, making him cheerfully bubble with joy.
The harvest season passed in the blink of an eye, and winter arrived. Just as the first snow sealed the mountains, Su Qingluo turned nine years old.
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"Hehe!"
"Haha!"
At the open space beside the village entrance's big locust tree, more than ten children, aged from five to eight, basked in the warm winter noon sun, and pretended to practice martial arts with their small fists.
Wang Meng served as their Master and, with a straight face, shouted slogans while leading the young radish heads to strengthen their bodies.