Remember the age of six, I was a little ChanMao. One day, the mother bought a bag of tomatoes, hanging in the kitchen. I asked my mother, she is the only laugh. When you take a nap after lunch, I slipped into the kitchen, open on see, red red. I took one of the biggest, a bite, juice spilled my face, I cried. Mother rushed over and see me this disheveled appearance, laughed and said, "but this bell peppers, small ChanMao!" 給發(fā)拉