"Grandma Xiaojie, since two legs are not as good as one leg, why don't you give Xiaojie mushrooms?" Ye Qingqing couldn't help but grumble.
Xiaojie is obviously malnourished. This old lady is still self-righteous and doesn't listen to other people's good advice. She thought it was for the good of her grandson, but she was actually harming her grandson in the name of love.
The old lady choked, her old face was a little overwhelmed, she glared at Ye Qingqing angrily, "My family's Xiaojie likes to eat chicken legs, and my family is not bad for money."
After she finished speaking, she dragged Xiaojie to go to school, walking in a rage, with Xiaojie staggering behind him, and with a tall grandmother standing against her, the little boy became more and more weak and frail.
Speaking of which, Xiaojie's grandparents and parents are not short, the male is burly and the female is tall, genetically speaking, Xiaojie will also be tall, at least not short.
But now Xiaojie is five years old, obviously shorter than the children of the same age. The little pig who is less than three years old is taller and cannot keep up with the weight. The back is too thin, and his face is pale and faintly blue. Good obvious symptoms, which is often referred to as chancre accumulation.
In the past, there were basically old ladies in the village who would pick on the chancre. They would put a sewing needle on the fire and bake it, and then pick a few needles on the child's finger and squeeze out a few drops of blood. wide open.
Such old ladies are not common now, and many young parents believe in hospitals more, and are skeptical of folk remedies. Of course, it is a good thing to believe in science, but folk remedies are actually quite effective.
Ye Qingqing sighed and didn't say any more. This old lady was stubborn and she said it for nothing. Let's talk about it when I meet Xiaojie's mother.
She has met Xiaojie's mother a few times before. She is a very intellectual woman. She is well-mannered and flamboyant. She feels very comfortable. She must be more reasonable than Xiaojie's grandma.
Looking down at the little pig who was slowly eating eggs, Ye Qingqing couldn't help laughing. She also said that it was not good for others to take care of children. In fact, she was not qualified.
Ye Qingqing tugged hard, and the egg in Little Pig's hand almost fell. He was so frightened that he tightly covered it. He ran and stuffed it into his mouth.
Under Ye Qingqing's "dog walk" method, Xiao Zhutou arrived at school one minute earlier, and the uncle of the guard was shocked, even more shocked than the sun came from the west.
For the next few days, Ye Qingqing still used the same method to train the pig, but the effect was not ideal.
Ye Qingqing is not discouraged, at least the problem of being late for school has been corrected a lot. Generally, he can arrive at school a minute or two earlier. I believe that if the time is longer, the little pig's grumble will be corrected. Ye Qingqing is very confident.
The weekend is here, Xiaozhu doesn't have to go to school, Ye Qingqing usually sleeps late, but in order to train Xiaozhu, she gave up the beauty sleep, woke Xiaozhu at six o'clock as usual, took him out for a run, and let Lu Mo sleep for a while .
There is a running track in the community, and there is a park next to it. The scenery is very good. Many people in the community are running. Ye Qingqing took the little pig for a lap and saw Xiaojie rolling on the ground, next to his mother, with a sullen face.
"Get up, you have to exercise so that you don't get sick all the time." Xiaojie's mother said in a deep voice.
"Don't, don't...don't..."
Xiaojie let go of the scoundrel, sloppy, and Xiaojie's mother's eyes became more and more angry.