Wow~" The ghostly cry scared away the wild cats taking a rest in the spring, and the tranquility of the old yard in the lazy afternoon was also broken by the cry.
A tall and thick man dropped the spatula in his hand and ran to the cradle in the yard. He didn't mind the baby whose face was covered in tears and snot. He wiped it clean with his hands, then held the baby in his arms and clumsily patted the pink little guy.
"Little ancestor, be good and be good."
"Little ancestor, stop crying"
Half an hour later "Let's cry together! "
This is the childhood of our protagonist. As for what will happen next, we will wait and see.