"I thought mom knew everything." Lele sighed.
"Your mom isn't a fairy, how can she know everything?" Ye Zi'an knocked him and also reached out to help pluck them.
"Do you guys want to play?" Yang Chuxia looked down at the children.
"No." Yueyue turned her head, "I don't like persimmons."
"Why?"
"I like hawthorns."
"Haha" The children's world is simple; not liking persimmons because they like hawthorns.
"Why does this tree look so strange?" While picking, Yangyang muttered, "Why are some bright red and some still green?"
"What's strange about that?" Ye Zi'an said, "Even on a single tree, they ripen at different times, just like you and Lele are older than Yueyue and Qingqing in our family."
"That's right." Yangyang nodded, looking at the basket below, "Mom, is it enough?"
Yang Chuxia waved, "It's enough, come down now." Watching him darting around the tree, she spoke again, "Be careful!"
"Got it!" As he was halfway down, he shouted, "Watch my amazing kung fu!"
