Nianzhi climbed off the sofa and saw Qin Yin heading to the kitchen to bring out the soup. He pitter-pattered to the bedroom, then tiptoed, trying to lock the door, but he was too small to reach. So he pitter-pattered over again, grabbed a little stool, climbed up on it, and finally locked the door.
Qin Yin called him from outside for a while, "Nianzhi, time to eat."
Little Nianzhi sprawled on the bed, determined not to eat that green vegetable cucumber soup, it was really too awful to drink.
But what kind of person is Daddy after all? Would he have three heads and six arms, like Nezha? Is that why he likes to drink such awful things?
Nianzhi's little head was filled with all sorts of strange thoughts, and suddenly he really wanted to see what Daddy looked like.
"Nianzhi, eat," Qin Yin called again from outside, placing the soup and dishes on the table, then went to push the bedroom door.
Huh, why won't it open?
"Nianzhi."
