On the west side of the village stood a high hill, from which one could see most of the village. On top of the hill stood a tigerish boy of about five or six years old, gazing at the village with emotion.,So, over the past ten days in this world, Zhu Ping'an has been diligently playing the role of a child. He has been careful and cautious, trying his best not to do anything out of line, for fear of being tied to a wooden frame and grilled. He definitely doesn't want to be someone who speaks up for himself (with salt).,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"。