"Phooey, you're only five," Chen lowered her head and looked at her five-year-old son as he said this, a strange feeling of amusement washing over her. Her youngest son, with his energetic and lively nature, was much more spirited than his older brother.,"Old Third, don't plead for him! That scoundrel is just a troublemaker who can't stay out of mischief for three days." Mrs. Chen said, grabbing Little Zhu Ping'an by the ear and dragging him into the kitchen.,The little mischievous one, Mrs. Chen chuckled and tapped Zhu Ping'an's forehead lightly, saying in a low voice, "Eat quickly, it will be served on the table soon. Is your mind wandering so far to that Mumu again, all glued to the eldest house"。