Three-And-A-Half-Year-Old Little Bun: I Want to Be the Top Pick

If the three-and-a-half-year-old little Baozi knew that the mouthful of sophora flower cake he was chewing on the doorstep of the clan school would change the fate of the entire Dasheng Dynasty, he would probably only blink his big eyes and ask: "Can I add another egg?" In Qingshi Alley, smoke curled up from cooking stoves, and Little Baozi and his grandmother cooked their days over a broken pot. His mother was embroidering under the lamp, her stitches were like poems, and his grandmother was cooking for four seasons on the stove, while he was squatting on the doorstep, learning how to learn from the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs, memorizing the "Thousand-Character Classic", and the abacus. Life is like a crumpled paper, but he can always find sweetness in the folds. The turning point of fate was never a chance encounter from heaven. It was when he exchanged a plate of sweet and sour radish for the prince's words at the family dinner table: "You boy, you are quite interesting." From then on, the book mountain and the sea of questions became his playground. The old chief examiner in the science examination room stared at the sky-high braid on his head and was stunned - how can this kid solve questions faster than eating candy? But there is no free candy in life, every candy comes with a price. The greater the reputation, the more severe the storm; the younger you are, the heavier the responsibility. He is the "little favorite" that everyone holds in the palm of their hands, and he is also the one who holds the light alone in the dark night.