Chapter 654
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Dream Small Theater One: (Seeking monthly votes and guaranteed monthly votes for next month)
Eldest Young Master, Old Master; Second Young Master, Madam, guest star!
Today, Eldest Young Master said to Old Master, "Daddy, I want to go to the wildlife park."
Didn't Old Master just go the day before yesterday? Why did he want to go again? Thus, he asked, "Eldest Young Master, what are you going there for?"
Eldest Young Master said thoughtfully, "I want to see monkeys."
Old Master wanted to go three times a week, but he couldn't afford it. As expected, raising a baby was too expensive. He had an idea and coaxed, "Then you don't have to go to the wildlife park."
Eldest Young Master, who had just turned three, had question marks all over his head.
Old Master smiled and said to Eldest Young Master, "Just look at Daddy!" Old Master's zodiac sign was a monkey.
Eldest Young Master stared blankly at Old Master for a long time … then suddenly changed his mind. "Then I want to see a pony!"
Old Master smiled and said, "You can see Second Young Master."
Eldest Young Master turned to look at Second Young Master, who was lying in the crib and only knew how to spit bubbles and gnaw on his own feet … Damn it! He couldn't wait for the pony in his mind!
Eldest Young Master turned his head resolutely and shouted at Old Master, "I want to see a tiger!"
Old Master was still smiling and said calmly, "That's even easier. Look at Mommy."
Eldest Young Master's little head was filled with question marks again. What did this have to do with Mommy?
Old Master kindly explained, "Haven't you heard of a tigress? Your Mommy is one! "
Eldest Young Master: … (Can you still play happily?) Flips table!
Eldest Young Master: Did you see the small theater? Do you know what to do?
All the readers shook their heads inexplicably, indicating that they didn't know.
Eldest Young Master's eyes flashed coldly. "Do you want to read 500 words for free?"
All the readers were stunned and shook their heads vigorously, indicating that they didn't dare.
"Then why don't you give me all your monthly votes? And next month's guaranteed monthly votes, don't leave a single one for me! " Eldest Young Master took out a prop knife from his pocket and stabbed it into the table, as if he didn't want to give the monthly votes.
With a "pa" sound, the toy knife broke directly (Can it be stabbed into the table? As expected of a three-year-old child, he has no common sense at all).
"Wah … Mama, my knife is broken!" Young Master cried sadly and turned to look at a certain corner. Her favorite vegetable knife …
"Buy!"
Madam's helpless sigh came from the corner. Asking Young Master to come forward and ask for a monthly ticket cost … Life was indeed incomparably difficult! I can't afford to raise a baby anymore!
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