Five years later.
In a small villa near Central Park in New York, a beautiful little girl raised a blue water ball in her hand and threw it at the sofa, "Potato, Im hungry!"
Her twin brother, sitting on the sofa playing computer games, stood up abruptly with a stern face and a thin layer of anger on his cold eyebrows, and shouted: "What did you call me?"
"Hehe..." The little milk bag saw his face turn black and immediately grinned, putting his small fist under his chin and shrinking his neck to sell cuteness, "Dear handsome potato, pickles are hungry."
Jack Smith glared at her discontentedly, "I told you to drink at noon, but you didnt. What do you want to drink now?"
"Im hungry now."
"Wait."
Two minutes later, Jack Smith took out a small bowl from the microwave, sprinkled some salt in it and stirred it a few times, and called his sister, "Drink it slowly, dont burn yourself."
Emily Smith picked up the small spoon and took a sip, frowned her little eyebrows, "Potato, is it salty?"
"You should eat less sugar."
"Potato, are you saying Im fat?" Emily Smith pinched her round little face discontentedly, "This is baby fat, not fat!"
Jack Smiths thinking was very fast, "What is five plus six?"
Emily Smith was stunned for a moment, then she quickly raised her hands and blurted out, "Ten."
"Wrong!" Jack Smith drew a big cross in the air and sternly taught his sister, "If you get fatter, all your brain cells will be squeezed by the fat. Eat salty!"
Emily Smith lowered her little head, looking at her ten chubby fingers like little lotus roots, pouting, and grumbling resentfully, "Its not my fault to be fat, right? Blame Mommy, she made me fat."
Jack Smith ignored her, hearing the phone ring in the living room, he walked over and picked it up, asking seriously, "Have you decided to take us?"
On the other side came the voice of Emily Smiths best friend, Susan Johnson: "Of course, who else will take care of you if your mother has to work overtime to make money? But when you get there, you have to listen to me."
Jack Smiths thin lips slightly hooked, "You are our godmother, who else should we listen to?"
Times Square in New York, full of guests.
Susan Johnson, wearing a gorgeous evening dress, led a pair of cute babies and just entered the magnificent banquet hall, and her boyfriend David Johnson came over with a smile.
"Godfather!" Wearing a pink princess dress, Emily Smith ran over happily, holding his hand and asking excitedly, "Can I see your mayor tonight?"
David Johnson is a college classmate of Emily Smiths brother. He came back from Paris three months ago and started working in the chamber of commerce. His elegant and handsome appearance is very popular with the children.
"I can, but our mayor is very old, does pickle like it?" David Johnson asked with a smile.
Emily Smith nodded, "As long as he is a good person, a handsome guy, and loves children, pickles like him."
"Haha, do you want to arrange a blind date for your mother again?" David Johnson laughed heartily, then picked her up, kissed Susan Johnson, and touched Jack Smiths head, "Ba brother, you are really handsome today!"
Jack Smith smiled lightly, one hand in the small suit pants pocket, standing casually, is also a beautiful scenery.
"Lets go, Ill take you to eat something." David Johnson led them to a long table full of various fruits and food.
The two children picked a few of their favorite foods and just ate a little bit, when there was a burst of applause and cheers from the direction of the rostrum.
Emily Smith stood on tiptoe to look over there, and was shocked to open her mouth wide, the small plate in her hand fell to the ground with a "bang"...