Rise of the Humble O

“Little Piglet, Little Piglet, it's time to go home. Be careful, or your mother will beat you until you cry.”,“Mother, oh, it hurts, it hurts! I'm not a child of two or three anymore,” Zhu Ping’an cried for mercy, his chubby little hand clutching Chen’s arm, tiptoeing to lessen the pain.,Eggs! Zhu Ping'an's eyes lit up. After ten days of coarse tea and plain rice, he finally saw some meat.。