"Daughter, I'm nervous."

He was so nervous that he couldn't sit down and could only squat.

"If you win the competition today, I will let you eat mutton hotpot for three days in a row!"

Zhou Huaishan took a deep breath and sighed melancholy.

"I have played against others countless times in my life. Apart from winning the crickets, I have never won anything else."

Zhou Huaishan quietly muttered in Zhou Qing's ear.

Zhou Qingbai glanced at him, "Have you ever compared to writing with others?"

Zhou Huaishan smiled, "Who dares to compare with me with my word!"

Zhou Qing said, "That's all, you will beat him with words today!"

"But competition is not just about writing."

As he was talking, the mule cart suddenly became slammed, and Zhou Huaishan, who was squatting on the cart, suddenly popped up a series of farts.

Dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-do

Suddenly...

"Dad! I told you to eat less radish. If you don't listen, it's so bad!"

"I'm not thinking about it. If he's too good during the game, I'll fart and disrupt his rhythm and stink him to death!"

Zhou Qing...

"You didn't stinking him, I'll stinking him first!"

"Daughter, I'll fan you, fan you."

Chen Li drove the bus in front, listening to the conversation between their father and daughter, with a smile on his lips.
Chapter completed!