This evening, go to the 517 flower nail shop and buy a flower nail.
When I entered the store, I saw four children eating a piece of flower nails, including a boy of about 9 years old, three girls of about 7 years old, 11 and 13 years old, they were talking and laughing, their voices were very loud, and they did not care about others at all.
At first I thought it was the boss's child, but it wasn't until the boy called the parent that I didn't know they were the boss's child.
The boy said on the phone, 'Mom, where are you?' The small portion of the flower nails we had just made was eaten in less than 13 seconds, and we wanted another one. ‘’
At this time, the oldest girl grabbed the mobile phone and said to their mother, 'Mom, transfer some money to our mobile phone, and we will buy another flower nail.' ‘’
My flower nails, the boss weighed me, I carried the flower nails past them, only to see their table, flower carapaces thrown everywhere, a mess, the boy with his fingers, dipped in the flower nail soup spilled on the table, sent to his mouth, he sucked his fingers, while waiting to eat the boss was making.
I walked down the street, still thinking, what kind of a family this is, so many children, enough parents to suffer!
My three children, my husband and I are exhausted!
alas! Too many children, not necessarily a blessing! As the saying goes, how the children suffer!
(Image from the Internet)
