"Baobao, Sister won't tell a story tonight. How about you tell your own story to Sister?"
Le Tong asked and couldn't help but bury her head into Ji Baby's soft hair, taking a deep breath.
The little one just had a bath, the light fragrance mixed with the milky scent, making Le Tong want to take a big bite.
Ji Baby hugged her, straddling her legs on either side and swaying them comfortably. He tilted his head, considering Le Tong's proposal for a moment before speaking.
"If Sister makes curry fish balls for Baobao tomorrow, Baobao will tell..."
"Tsk! You little foodie!" Le Tong scolded playfully, but affectionately kissed his forehead.
"Hee hee..." Ji Baby didn't mind the nickname at all. In fact, he seemed to find it amusing. "So, what do you think?"
Le Tong patted his head, "Deal!"
This little guy must have inherited almost all of his daddy's business acumen and precision; whenever possible, he would never make a losing deal.
