At this moment, Tuantuan, the older brother, grew impatient. His dad was always fawning over his sister, and the little boy wanted attention too. With a swift kick, he planted his tiny foot on Zhuang Zhixi's arm. His little hands flailed so fast they almost left behind blurry shadows. He let out a series of sounds—"Ao ao ao wu wu"—nobody could quite make out what he was trying to say, but his saliva splattered all over Zhuang Zhixi's face...
Zhuang Zhixi: "Oh, come on!"
He exclaimed, "You little rascal, you're like a little spray bottle!"
Undeterred, he repeated, "Call me 'Papa,' Papa~"
Tuantuan and Yuanyuan: "A wu a wu!"
"Pfft!" The onlookers burst out laughing. Bai Fendou teased Zhuang Zhixi, saying, "The kids are just babbling. They're not actually calling you 'Papa.' What makes you think so much into it? Such young babies can't possibly say words yet."
Zhou Qun chimed in, "Exactly, they're too young for that."
