Zachary: “It won’t snow in Wiltspoon.”

Sonny: “Why is that?”

Zachary: “It won’t snow simply because it won’t snow.”

Sonny: “…”

He still didn’t understand why snow never fell in Wiltspoon.

Sonny, who always disliked going to kindergarten, was being carried out of the room by Zachary.

Zachary: “I’m taking you to kindergarten today.”

Sonny: “Where is my aunt?”

Zachary: “I’ll let your aunt sleep a bit longer. She doesn’t need to get up so early and can go to work later.”

Sonny immediately pouted and said, “Uncle, you’re being unfair! You want my aunt to sleep more while I can’t. She doesn’t have to wake up early or go to work, but I still have to go to kindergarten.”

Zachary replied, “That’s true; I’m partial to your aunt because she has been with me all her life. When you grow up, you’ll belong to someone else. If you end up with someone else’s cabbage, you’ll live like someone else’s cabbage for a lifetime. You’ve said you can’t spend your whole life with me, so why should I favor you? Of course, I favor your aunt.”

Sonny kept blinking.

It was clear that he was struggling to process a lot of what Zachary had said.

In Sonny’s presence, Zachary appeared articulate, but why couldn’t he express himself as well in front of Serenity? He always seemed to falter when speaking to her.

After a moment, Sonny asked, “Uncle, I didn’t steal anyone’s cabbage. I don’t engage in petty theft. Our family has plenty of cabbage. Why would I need to steal?”

As he spoke, Sonny looked quite upset, feeling as though Zachary had accused him of being a thief.

Sonny added, “I don’t even like cabbage!”

Zachary couldn’t help but laugh. He smiled and said, “Yes, yes, Sonny, don’t engage in petty theft or steal anyone’s cabbage. You…”

You don’t like cabbage now, but you enjoyed it while growing up. Your uncle didn’t eat cabbage in the past, but his preferences have changed. Meanwhile, your aunt’s favorite food is cabbage.

“My aunt is not a cabbage!” Sonny replied, maintaining a serious expression.

He couldn’t reconcile the image of his lovely aunt with cabbage, a food he despised. How could cabbage be his favorite aunt?

Zachary’s comment struck him as peculiar. When Sonny returned from kindergarten in the afternoon, he would urge Serenity to leave.

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Zachary chuckled heartily. “Your aunt is my cabbage, but this cabbage is not the same as that cabbage. If you don’t understand now, you will when you grow up.”

Sonny, unconvinced, shot back, “I understand. I understand everything now! I’m not a three-year-old anymore; I’m in kindergarten. I get it. Who doesn’t know about cabbage? It’s not good to eat anyway.”

“All cabbages are the same and taste bad!” Sonny insisted.

In his eyes, cabbage was simply cabbage—uniform and unappetizing.

Zachary’s awkward phrasing about “this cabbage” versus “that cabbage” felt like he was teasing him for being young and deliberately speaking in a complicated way.

Zachary conceded, “Alright, you don’t like cabbage, but I do. I can’t explain it to you, so I won’t try.”

Sonny scoffed, “Uncle, I can’t help you.”

Zachary replied, “Yes, you’re right. I can’t argue with you. You’re young, but you’re correct.”

He didn’t want to continue the debate with this earnest and innocent little boy, fearing he might lose and cause him to cry.