“Tuntun! Mom and Dad finished cooling right your five-thousand-ship Tanghulu popsicle! Come take several big bites before lunch—and remember to spit the sailors inside Grandpa Fu’s brig and the shiny reactor marbles inside Little Fifth’s bucket!”
On the front porch of the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard Star-Cruiser], nine-year-old Jiang Tuntun didn’t need to be told twice!
“COMING, MOM AND DAD!! THANK YOU FOR THE GIANT TANGHULU POPSICLE!!”
Wearing her orange hand-knitted sweater with the giant stretchy tummy pouch and her snow-white [SNACK TIME IS SACRED] dining bib tied snugly around her neck, the nine-year-old girl kicked off the wooden porch railing with her short legs and rocketed straight out into the starry void like a cheerful orange meteor!
Right behind her on the porch deck, Grandpa Fu tapped his [Jade-Abacus Cane] to open the golden spatial reception gates of the courtyard’s Rehabilitation & Lunch Brig, while three-year-old toddler Little Fifth (Ao Xing) dragged out a giant, ten-foot-wide galvanized iron wash-bucket with both chubby hands and planted himself eagerly on the bow lawn:
“Fourth Sister! Spit the shiny marbles right into Little Fifth’s bucket! Don’t swallow the marbles!”
“Don’t worry, Little Fifth—I practiced my Selective Cherry-Pit Spitting Technique with Dad’s watermelons all week!”
