General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming novel Chapter 708

Chapter 708: Little Seven Is Here

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They saw an adult sitting in a chair playing with a rattle.

Eh?

Did adults play this game too?

They had not played with rattle drums for a long time and could not help but be a little envious.

What was worse was that that lord had many rattle drums in his hand. Every one of them was different, and they were all especially beautiful.

Zhuge Qing sensed the sizing up outside the door. He raised his eyes calmly and looked at the door.

The three little ones retracted their heads.

Zhuge Qing did not care too much and retracted his gaze.

The three little ones peeked out again.

As long as Zhuge Qing looked out, they would retract their heads. After repeating this a few times, they even thought that Zhuge Qing was playing with them.

The three of them became bold and walked into the courtyard to Zhuge Qing’s stone table.

Last night, it rained in the west and water entered the study. The coachman carried the damp book out to dry.

He immediately saw three babies in the courtyard. They looked like triplets. Triplets were rare these days.

His Master rarely visited with his neighbors. Perhaps it was because he was in a wheelchair, but the children always guessed that he had no legs and felt that it was scary. Almost no one dared to walk in. These little fellows were the first.

The three of them did not stare at Sir’s leg like the other children.

They probably won’t be chased out… the coachman thought.

As the eldest brother, Dahu was the first to speak. “Are these your rattle drums?”

Zhuge Qing looked at the three sweating little fellows in front of him and paused for a moment before saying, “They’re mine.”

Dahu pointed at the largest red rattle. “This is the best-looking.”

Erhu pointed at a blue rattle. “I think this is the best-looking.”

“M-m-m-m…” Xiaohu stood on his tiptoes and pointed at the rest of the table.

“They’re all the good-looking.”

Zhuge Qing was speechless.

Xiaohu said, “I have a rattle drum at home too!”

Sister Xivue’s!

Zhuge Qing said, “It’s not as good-looking as mine.”

Xiaohu said, “No! The one is my house is the best!”

This adult was not sensible at all. He did not even invite them to play.

Although the three little ones were very envious, their mother had taught them not to touch others’ things without their permission.

Other than a few newly bought rattle drums on the stone table, there was also an unfinished chess game.

A leaf fell on the stone chess piece. Erhu kindly removed the leaf, but his sleeve was a little wide, causing the chess game to be messed up. A few chess pieces even fell to the ground.

Erhu cried out, “Aiya.”

Dahu squatted down, picked up the chess pieces, and placed them back in their original positions. The pieces also returned to their positions one by one, exactly the same as the original chess game.

Zhuge Qing looked at Dahu in surprise. “How old are you?”

“Three years old,” Da Hu said.

“You know how to play chess?” Zhuge Qing asked.

Dahu shook his head.

“Xiaohu knows how to play chess!” Xiaohu said.

Zhuge Qing wanted to ask more, but Xing’er came over and brought the three little ones back to the inn.

“Ah Yuan.”

The coachman called Ah Yuan put down the half-done book and walked forward. “Sir.”

Zhuge Qing picked three rattle drums. “Send them to those three little fellows.”

Ah Yuan was shocked. This was the first time Master had given something to unfamiliar children.

He agreed. “Yes.”