The vegetable plot of the third uncle's house in the village. The third uncle said: "The radishes are not good this season. Alas, it was all in vain." The third aunt said: "No, I will take advantage of the good weather and take advantage of the morning to dry the radishes. The big ones will be stewed in pork rib soup tomorrow." The boy was so frightened that he grew hands and feet all night, dug himself out, and ran away.
Intention: I am lucky to get it
Ahhhhhh, support my wife.