Aunt Wang and Aunt Zhou thought about it and agreed with Zhao Guihua's reasoning.
Ming Mei, standing nearby, was eager to chime in. "If I weren't so busy with the baby, I'd take time off to accompany Wang Zhaodi back to her family. If anyone dared to talk nonsense, I wouldn't hold back. It'd be a good chance to practice my skills."
The three elderly women exchanged glances.
"You just want to pick a fight, don't you?"
"Come on, give it a rest," Zhao Guihua said. "Stay home and take care of the baby."
Ming Mei shrugged. "I know, I know."
"Mm-mm…" A soft, cooing sound came from the bed. Ming Mei turned around and saw that her little boy had woken up. The moment he opened his eyes, he started looking for his mom, wriggling and puckering his lips.
Ming Mei immediately climbed onto the bed, turning her back to the others, and began nursing the baby.
As soon as she put Little Tuan Tuan down, Little Yuan Yuan started waving her tiny hands impatiently.
