Sensible peas

On Sunday morning, Peas are lying in bed and sleeping late, hehe! The stomach is a little hungry. It’s already more than ten o’clock in the blink of an eye. Why didn’t my mother come to call me to eat? Pushing open the door of the mother, seeing her lying on the bed, with a towel on her forehead, as if she was sick and has a fever. How to do it? Mom can't help me cook, will her stomach be hungry? Peas thought. Hey, I helped my mother cook the noodle soup. When I went to the kitchen, I remembered the way my mother cooked the noodles. According to the gourd painting, I was in a hurry, and finally a bowl of hot face appeared in front of me. She carefully carried the hot noodles and sent them to her mother's hands. At this time, her mother's eyes were red and moist, and she moved and said, "We are sensible."

Fifth grade: happy brother figure