The control group was torn apart by hand, and the four-year-old milk bag led the parents to countera

Peng Zien was in a bad mood, and after a few mouthfuls he didn't want to eat anymore.

Seeing that he didn't open his mouth for a long time, Wu Zhaodi blew patiently: "Have another bite, how about this shrimp ball is delicious..."

Seeing that the person in front of him didn't follow his wishes, the pent-up breath in my heart seemed to finally have a vent,
Standing up abruptly, he reached out and swept the bowl and two lunch boxes on the table to the ground.He didn't think it was enough, so he picked up two lunch boxes full of hot soup and splashed it on Wu Zhaodi's face.

At only seven years old, his little face is distorted and cruel, which is completely different from his usual withdrawn and shy appearance.

It wasn't until the teacher who heard the movement rushed over that he waved his hands and rushed out of the cafeteria with his head down.

There was a brief silence in the cafeteria, followed by a buzzing discussion.

Wu Zhaodi stood there blankly for a while, then subconsciously raised her hand to wipe her face, her face was scorched hot and uncomfortable, and her clothes were soaked in soup.

A teacher came over and took her to change clothes, and all the students passing by were looking at her.She tried to hold back the tears.

If possible, she would like to be like an ordinary child, simply go to and from school, and not have to wait on people all day like a maid.

But what can be done?Her parents are just servants of the Peng family. As long as she takes good care of Peng Zien, the wife will give her parents 5000 yuan a month.The parents then used the money to enroll the younger brother in various interest classes.

If she is disobedient, she will be sent back to her hometown and will not have the opportunity to study for the rest of her life.

Ever since she was a child, she was used to seeing the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and she knew early on that only by studying hard can she be successful.

In order to save money, her parents didn't pay her for food. In the past, she always ate what Peng Zien left over.

After finally tidying herself up, she lay on the desk, hungry and uncomfortable.

After a while, the children who had finished their meal returned to the classroom one after another. Youyou and Mi Le came back with a bag of snacks.

Youyou smiled and raised the bag in his hand: "I was very lucky today. I bought ten packets of crispy noodles and won a lottery in a row. Everyone who sees it will have a share!"

Mi Le took the bag with a smile: "I'll send it, I'll send it! Wu Sitong, do you want it?"

The little girl who was called shook her head: "No, I was so full just now!"

Although it is not an aristocratic kindergarten, most of the children in the class are from well-to-do families. Now it is no different from before. There are only one or two children in each family, and they will never be short of food. Now they are all full.

So it was distributed in a circle, almost no one wanted it, and finally it was sent to Wu Zhaodi.

Youyou made a please gesture to her from a distance: "Help me, if my mother finds out that I have eaten so many instant noodles secretly, she will beat me to death."

Mi Le stuffed the bag directly into her arms.

Wu Zhaodi hugged the bag, and finally couldn't hold back her tears, obviously she didn't cry when Peng Zien poured food all over her body just now.

The two of them are using this method, not only want to help her, but also carefully maintain her self-esteem.

……

Mi Le returned to her seat and gave Youyou a happy high-five. She tilted her head and leaned on the table:
"Is this what it feels like to help others? It feels good, so the teacher is right, we should always be willing to help others.

But, why does Wu Zhaodi hang around Peng Zien all day? Does her family care? "

Youyou's little hand fiddling with the paintbrush paused: "Not every pair of parents in this world loves their children."

Throughout the ages, the times are progressing, but the patriarchal thought is still tenaciously standing upright.

It's better in modern times. When she was in the Dajing Dynasty, almost half of the ten girls in the peasant family were called "Zhaodi Pandi". At the moment they were born, their parents used this method to look forward to another day. The arrival of a child.

……

Zhao Yumei saw Peng Zien's incident in the kindergarten clearly through surveillance.

So after school, while the Youyou children were waiting for the school bus, Zhao Yumei squatted down and hugged Peng Zien, coaxing her all the time, as if she felt that her son had been wronged so much at school. Yu's face said deliberately:

"Good boy, not everyone is qualified to be your friend. Jiang Youyou's mother is a clothes seller. You are different. Your father is a big boss. Half of the building where her mother sells clothes is our house. of……"

Youyou sucked on the lollipop, and asked in a childish voice: "I heard that the Peng family relies on Grandpa Peng to collect the rags, so this auntie said, which is more decent, collecting rags or selling clothes?"

"You..." Being gagged by a child, Zhao Yumei pointed at her, speechless angrily.
At this time the school bus came, Youyou was too lazy to see the annoying person, flicked her braids, and ran into the bus.

As for how she knew these things, of course it was because of Tangtang!

The Peng family is somewhat wealthy, some information will be included in the database of the department, of course it is only on the surface, if you want to know more details, you have to ask someone to investigate.

After Youyou finished her homework, she leaned crookedly on the sofa at Grandma Tao's house and watched the video.

Since the little guy likes so many things, and they are all exposed to all kinds of rain and dew, big data can't do anything to her, so the videos she swipes are really varied and of all types.From all kinds of "digging, digging, digging", down to watching anchors that retired uncles and aunts like compete with each other,

She slid her little hand, and it read on the screen [A certain Internet celebrity was fined x tens of millions for tax evasion...]

Youyou wowed in his heart, he was so rich, the taxes alone were so much, how much money would he have to earn?
Thinking of something, her eyes lit up, she tilted her head and asked Tao Pingan, who was painstakingly doing homework:
"Brother Ping An, isn't it very profitable to do short video live broadcasts!"

Tao Pingan copied the answer vigorously, and casually perfunctory a sentence that sounded quite philosophical: "360 lines, every line will be the best. As long as you do well, you can make money in any line of work."

Youyou: "..." It sounds like nonsense at first glance, but it is actually nonsense.

……