âWenwen, we are leaving now!â Fu Yunruoâs voice came from outside. Wenwen turned around and ran out of the kitchen. He stopped in front of the electric scooter and looked around. He didnât see any large object, only a small square-shaped thing wrapped in a bag in the front basket.
Wenwen tried to sniff the air. But unfortunately, the fragrant smell of braised meat that had permeated the yard for a day had yet to dissipate. Unable to obtain any clue from the smell, Wenwen raised his head and asked his mother: âMom, did you forget something?â
Fu Yunruo looked at Wenwen strangely: âNo, I have got everything here.â
Fu Yunruo pointed to the tightly wrapped bag, âIsnât it here?â
Hearing the answer, Wenwenâs eyes widened in disbelief. There were so many braised pork; how could the box be so small?
Fu Yunruo knew what her son was thinking at a glance. She said: âMom shared it with our neighbors. Your Grandpa Mei likes to eat braised head pork meat with wine. Do you feel reluctant to share some? Grandma Mei taught Mom how to braise pork. Donât you think we shouldnât send some? AndâŠâ
Listening to Fu Yunruoâs explanation one by one, little Wenwen was convinced that the meat needed to be shared away. After calculating, only a little bit was left. Wenwen head drooped sadly. Thinking that he could eat braised pork to his heartâs content, he flew over as fast as possible, but the reality was different from what he had imaginedâŠ
Fu Yunruo and Wenwen went back to the flower garden. Seeing the boyâs listless expression, Uncle Guo asked in concern: âWenwen, what happens? Did you get bullied?â
Fu Yunruo laughed: âWho will bully him, ah? Everyone protects Wenwen! He is unhappy because he doesnât have enough braised pork.â
Uncle Guo was distressed: âWenwen donât be sad, Grandpa Guo will buy you braised pork!â
Fu Yunruo gestured at the lunch box: âIâve made some today. Uncle Guo, no need to buy more. Wenwen shouldnât eat too much.â
When it came to Wenwenâs health, Uncle Guo couldnât say anything. He took the childâs hand and coaxed: âCome on, Wenwen. Letâs take a look at your orchid. How much has it grown?â
Hearing this, Wenwen immediately cheered up, âOrchid!â The orchid he raised by himself!
So Wenwen and Uncle Guo went to the flower shed while Fu Yunruo went to the kitchen and started cooking.
Wenwen subconsciously speeded up and rushed to his little pot of orchid. He squatted down to take a look. Seeing the little green sprout, he grinned happily: âIt looks so good!â
Uncle Guo stood on the side and praised: âYes, Wenwen is amazing!â
Wenwen became even happier, and he proudly watched the orchid that finally survived his care.
Of course. His mother could grow orchids so well; how could he not be able to raise them!
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Since Wenwen could run and jump, he was very sensible and wanted to help his mother and Grandpa Guo. The shovel and other tools used by adults were too heavy and big for his small body, so Fu Yunruo bought him a set of childrenâs gardening tools. Wenwen couldnât do much, but he still could dig and plant small flowers.
But what Wenwen didnât expect was that all the flowers he planted would be dead. Both his mother and Grandpa Guo didnât take it to heart. They probably felt that it was already good enough for a two or three-year-old child that he didnât destroy anything. How could they still expect him to grow the flowers?
But Wenwen was totally distressed. He didnât know what went wrong, so he decided to start by focusing on a single flower. However, that single flower died within a few days of his care. No flower had ever lived for more than ten days in his hands.
Uncle Guo didnât get angry even after seeing Wenwen killed so many orchids. As a child, it was normal for him to be very curious about new things and was keen to explore.
Wenwen was happy for a moment when he was stunned suddenly. His eyes looked at the little leaf strangely. He remembered that two days ago, he had accidentally pulled a leaf from the seedlings. However, these leaves had no missing corners.
Wenwen observed carefully. He was so happy just now that he didnât notice. But at this moment, the more he looked, the more he felt that this was not the plant he had raised before.
Wenwen raised his face, âThis is not my orchidâŠâ
âUhâŠâ Uncle Guo was dumbfounded, but he still tried to reassure the child: âWhy not? This is your little orchid.â
âMy orchid has a leaf with a mark, but this one doesnât!â Wenwen retorted.
Uncle Guo was stunned. What mark? The seedling had turned yellow when he saw it, so he didnât notice.
âMy orchid died.â Wenwen said certainly. He observed Grandpa Guoâs expression and got the answer.
Uncle Guo couldnât find a rebuttal, so he cautiously said: âIt was Grandpa Guoâs fault. You asked Grandpa to take care of the orchid, but Grandpa let it dieâŠâ Uncle Guo took the responsibility on himself.
In fact, two days ago, when Wenwen solemnly entrusted the orchid he raised, Uncle Guo knew at a glance that the plant couldnât survive. He tried to save it for two days, but it still withered and died in the end.
Uncle Guo was in a panic. Knowing that Wenwen was about to come back, he quickly found a seedling with a very similar appearance to replace Wenwenâs dead orchid. Unexpectedly, the boy still saw it through.