"Then, do we have to write it with three 'humans'?" San Bao looked up and asked Qiao Nan. "Mom, look. Da Bao likes to eat meat. Er Bao likes to eat meat. San Bao also likes to eat meat. One, two, three. There are three humans."
Qiao Nan smiled and held San Bao's hand. "No matter how good meat is, we can't overeat. As such, it's enough for two 'humans'. It won't change. For example, you are called San Bao today. You will still be called San Bao tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."
"Oh…"
Er Bao nodded, expressing that he already recognized the 'meat' word.
Even if Da Bao and San Bao didn't say anything, Qiao Nan knew that they were the same as Er Bao. They would have a deep impression of this 'meat' word and wouldn't forget how to write it in the future.
There was no choice. At this age, aside from playing, the three children would be particularly obsessed with eating.
