Daohua and Xiao Yeyang, as newly-minted moms and dads, were truly flustered for several days before they gradually figured out how to take care of their son.
"This little rascal, he really has quite the temper!"
Xiao Yeyang, drenched in sweat from changing his son's diaper, then slumped into a chair.
He felt that changing diapers was even more tiring than fighting a battle.
Daohua glared at him, cradling Little Baozi, gently swaying him while walking slowly around the room: "Your temper wasn't any better when you were little."
Xiao Yeyang sheepishly touched his nose.
Daohua felt Little Baozi nudge against her chest, and seeing the little one pout his mouth, she knew he was hungry for milk, hurriedly sat on the edge of the bed, and opened her blouse to feed the child.
Seeing Xiao Yeyang staring in her direction, Daohua turned away, her back facing him.
