The three of them were still young. Too violent a storm would make them die early.
Da Bao knew his limits. When Er Bao and San Bao coaxed Miao Jing together, they would often not care about anything else. "It's time to eat soon. Both of you follow me to the washroom to wash your hands. Something like this isn't good, after all. Don't be so stubborn just because grandma always pampers you." Da Bao, who had a conscience, pulled Er Bao and San Bao into the washroom. The three of them stood in a row and started to wash their hands.
Er Bao exhaled. "When I first came in, I seemed to have seen grandpa's face turning dark. What's wrong? Grandma is throwing tantrums again and refusing to cook for grandpa now that we're leaving?" Their situation was really an unexpected calamity. They weren't the ones who asked their grandma to stop cooking for their grandpa. Their grandma was just following her mood. How could their grandpa vent all his anger on the three of them?
