"Mom, we're so pitiful, why does aunt have to snatch our food, why does she hit us, it hurts so much, wuwuwu, so pitiful."
"So pitiful, wuwuwu, don't snatch, wuwuwu." Si Lang usually acts like a little shadow, following his brothers around, mimicking whatever they do, especially when he heard aunt was going to snatch their food. He sat on the ground crying just like San Lang, a truly heartbreaking sight, as eating was what Si Lang loved most.
Lin Yue watched San Lang and Si Lang with concealed joy. She really had raised several good sons, thought Lin Yue. Even at a critical moment, the two younger ones performed no worse than their brothers, showing great potential for the future.