Rebirth of the Young Master Farming

Three-year-old Li Xiaojun tilted his little head: "Brother Zhao, is this really a peanut?" (Suspicious look) Seven-year-old Zhao Qian nodded vigorously: "It really is, Xiaojun, try it." (Sincere expression) Eight-year-old Li Le flailed his arms: "Xiaojun..." (A protective older brother, helpless as his mouth was covered.) Li Xiaojun stretched out his fair, tender little hand, took it, and examined it—white, slightly oval, very much like a shelled and peeled peanut. He nodded, certain it was indeed a peanut. Without hesitation, he popped it into his mouth. Instantly, his pretty little face scrunched up like a dumpling, eyes brimming with tears, yet he stubbornly refused to let them fall. "...