Zachary: âIt wonât snow in Wiltspoon.â
Sonny: âWhy?â
Zachary: âIt wonât snow because it wonât snow.â
Sonny: ââ¦â
He still didnât understand why it didnât snow in Wiltspoon.
Sonny, who always didnât want to go to kindergarten, was still carried out of the room by Zachary.
Zachary: âI will send you to kindergarten today.â
Sonny: âWhere is my aunt?â
Zachary: âIâll let your aunt sleep a little longer. She doesnât have to get up so early. She can go to work
later.â
Sonny immediately pouted and said, âUncle, youâre biased and wonât let me sleep more. You want my
aunt to sleep more. My aunt doesnât have to get up early or go to work, but I canât. I still have to go to
kindergarten.â
Zachary said, âThatâs right, Iâm partial and prefer your aunt, because your aunt has lived with me all her
life. When you grow up, you will be someone elseâs man. If you get someone elseâs cabbage, you will
live like someone elseâs cabbage for a for a lifetime. You said that you couldnât spend your whole life
with me. Why should I favor you? Of course I favor your aunt.â
Sonny kept blinking.
It was obvious that he couldnât digest a lot of what Zachary said at once.
In front of Sonny, Zachary seemed to be eloquent, but why couldnât he speak well in front of Serenity?
He could always fail to speak well to Serenity.
After a while, Sonny asked, âUncle, I didnât steal other peopleâs cabbage. I donât do petty theft. Our
family is not short of cabbage. Do I need to steal cabbage?â
As Sonny said this, he looked very angry. He felt that Zachary said that he was a thief and stole other
peopleâs cabbage.
Sonny added, âI donât like cabbage either.â
Zachary couldnât help but laugh. He smiled and said, âYes, yes, Sonny, donât do petty theft or steal
other peopleâs cabbage. You donât like cabbage now, but you liked it when you grew up. Your uncle
didnât eat cabbage before, but now⦠Your auntâs favorite food is cabbage.â
âMy aunt is not a cabbage!â Sonny retorted with a straight face.
He couldnât overlap his beautiful aunt and cabbage.
Cabbage is something he hates to eat, so how could it be his favorite aunt?
What Zachary said was so strange.
When Sonny came back from kindergarten in the afternoon, he would tell Serenity to go.
Zachary laughed loudly. âYour aunt is my cabbage, and this cabbage is not that cabbage. If you donât
understand it now, you will understand it when you grow up.â
Sonny retorted, unconvinced, âI understand. I understand everything now. Iâm not a three-year-old child
anymore. Iâve grown up and gone to kindergarten. I understand everything. Who doesnât understand
cabbage? Itâs not good anyway to eat cabbage.â
âThe cabbage is all the same and doesnât taste good!â
Sonny also emphasized one sentence.
In his eyes, cabbage is just cabbageâall the same and not tasty.
Zachary also spoke so awkwardly, saying that this cabbage was not that cabbage, bullying him for his
young age, and deliberately speaking in a profound way, right?
Zachary said, âOkay, okay, you donât like cabbage, but I like it. I canât explain it to you, so I wonât tell
you.â
Sonny snorted twice: âUncle, I canât help you.â
Zachary said, âYes, yes, I canât say anything to you. You are young, but you are right.â
Zachary didnât want to continue arguing with this serious and naive little kid, for fear that he wouldnât
win and would cry.