My sister is smart, cute, innocent and romantic, with glossy black hair, big eyes, flashing eyelashes, and a small dimple on each cheek when she smiles.

The most noteworthy thing is that she also has a greedy little mouth!

There are many stories about this.

I remember that my 10th birthday was very lively at home.

My mother bought drinks, my father bought fruits, and grandma bought a furry doll and a big cake. The doll was given to me, and the big cake was kept in the refrigerator to keep fresh.

That day, my sister also came back from the countryside.

Grandma selects, washes, and chops vegetables, while my parents cook and cook, while I read in the room and my sister watches cartoons in the living room. A warm atmosphere envelopes the whole family, peaceful and comfortable.

5 minutes passed, 10 minutes passed, half an hour passed, and my sister walked in "mysteriously" with a secretive smile. She seemed a little uneasy, didn't know what to eat, and had a lot of things stuck to her face.

, sitting next to me and trying desperately to please me.

"Could it be that she did something bad?" I speculated silently in my mind.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it. What 'bad' things can a 6-year-old kid do?" I thought again in my mind.

So, I once again looked at my beloved composition book with confidence.

"Baby, it's time to eat!" A very familiar mother's voice came into my eardrums.

My sister and I walked into the kitchen as quickly as possible, and together with the adults we were busy with the last step of the birthday party preparations - placing the prepared meals on the table and placing the cake in the middle.

When the cake box was opened and the candles were put in, everyone found that the beautiful cake was missing a piece, and some of the butter flowers decorated on it were missing some petals and stamens. Everyone looked at me and looked at you. I don’t know what happened to you.

I suddenly remembered my sister's behavior before, and seemed to understand something. Then I looked at my sister standing next to me, "Hey, why is she missing?" I called out curiously, but did not respond.

I searched around and saw that she was quietly moving her fat, meaty ball-like body to hide behind the sofa.

I called her in without hesitation, and after unanimous "interrogation" by the whole family, she finally "confessed."

My sister's gluttony is well-known in the kissing circle, and that hasn't changed yet.