By the weekend, Ye Qingci had to keep her promise and take Xiao Ahling along to the back mountain to view the scenery with Laoer and Laosan.
The two little ones were clearly ahead in their babbling skills compared to other babies, able to mumble "papa, mama" at seven or eight months, truly little geniuses.
But when it came to walking, they were like other babies; they could only sit and crawl and hadn't learned to walk yet.
Xiao Ahling was troubled: "Mom, the brothers can't walk yet, how can they see the scenery?"
Ye Qingci laughed and said: "We can push them in the stroller."
Xiao Ahling said regretfully: "It's more fun to run around on their own; the brothers are so pitiful."
Ye Qingci lovingly ruffled his hair: "Ah Ling, don't worry. In just two or three more months, they'll be walking, and you can take them everywhere to play."
Xiao Ahling clapped happily: "Great! I love taking the brothers out to play!"
