The Qi Lei family, just about to have their meal, was interrupted by a burst of loud knocking on the door.
Following the knocks came a chaotic bout of urging voices.
"Uncle Qi Lei! Little Xiahua! Little Xiahua, I'm here!"
"Open the door! Uncle Qi Lei! Little Xiahua! Grandpa, Grandma!"
"Open the door! Let me in! I want to come in!"
"Coming, coming."
Qi Lei hurried over, thinking this is unbelievable; it's so early, the fog in the yard hasn't even cleared, and the kids are already here?
He opened the yard door, and before he could take a good look, the three little ones had already rushed in impatiently.
Wearing a beige down jacket, McDull's small face was round, his little body was round, his big eyes were round, everything about him was round, looking more like a dumpling, so white and round.
Meanwhile, George, in a fruit green down jacket, also seemed to have gained weight, appearing oval-shaped, faintly resembling a meatball.
