"Oh, my car."

"Don't make trouble, wait for someone to send you back."

Hawthorne was driving in the driver's seat, and Mu Chudi was forced to sit in the co-driver's seat.

Tooth holds the box, opens the lid and passes it.

"Mommy, grapes."

The grapes were washed and put in the car as if they had been expected.

Mu Chudi took one and stuffed it into his mouth. It was sweet.

"Ah, Mommy, I want it too."

Portugal coquettishly sells germinating grapes.

Mu Chudi couldn't help admiring him. Through the rearview mirror, his teeth perceived Lao Huo's sight.

Glancing at Lao Ho, he shrewdly said, "Mommy, there's Lao Ho. He's...