The little rascal beside looked particularly like mother and son too, in a white sweatshirt and black shorts, and all the way, the rascal kept questioning Jiang Lai.
"Teach me, I'll give you whatever you want when we get back."
"I'm your mom, do I need you to give me stuff?"
"That's a lie, come on, teach me."
"Let's see how you perform, I'll teach you if you do well in the next few days."
They passed a golden yellow rice field, it's the season for mid-stage rice maturity now, and every piece of land along the way had people working hard in the fields.
"What are they doing?"
The rascal started speaking.
Jiang Lai glanced at him.
"Harvesting rice."
"Why harvest rice?"
"If you don't harvest rice, where do you get the rice to eat? Little brat, have you been sleeping during school?"
[Exaggerating, how can a five or six-year-old kid not know what rice is]
