Saint Sa, carrying a rabbit that had grown to over fifty pounds, returned to Su's Restaurant.
"Zulu—I sent Little Youyou," Saint Sa's words were interrupted as someone emerged from inside.
Sally looked at her delightfully growing young son, "Come, let me hold you."
"Mom," Little Youyou's voice still had a childish tone. He kicked Saint Sa with his hind legs and jumped into Sally's arms.
Sally hugged her young son, kissed his round cheeks, and looked at Saint Sa, who was almost knocked over by Little Youyou, "Are you okay?"
"Getting by." Saint Sa clutched his chest, "Just shy of coughing up blood."
"...Haha." Sally pretended to smack Little Youyou's butt twice, "You can't do this anymore. It's easy to hurt someone."
"I know, Mom." Little Youyou acted coy in Sally's embrace. But his size was indeed a bit too big, making it difficult for Sally to hold him.
