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When Wanwan handed Yan Shu the small basket, she gave him some vegetables.

Yan Shu looked at the vegetables in the basket and felt a bit ashamed. “Wanwan, these are yours,” he said.

“Yes, I wanted to share them with you, so now they are yours,” Wanwan replied nonchalantly.

Besides, she didn’t give him all the varieties of vegetables.

She was clever, after all. Uncle Yan had said that the child who found the most types of vegetables could live in the big house, so she wanted to strive to bring her brother along.

Yan Shu reached out and touched Wanwan’s head. “Wanwan, you really are like a little angel.”

Wanwan nodded. “I am a little celestial master.”

Yan Shu looked at Wanwan’s serious expression and couldn’t help but smile shyly.

So adorable.

“I plan to go find my brother. What about you?” Wanwan asked.

Yan Shu looked at the large goose tied to the tree and quickly made up his mind. “I’ll go with you.”