Ling Chengyan finished the paperwork and waited with the two children in the reception room.
Little Shi Tou woke up, and Ling Chengyan placed him on the bench, feeding him with a cake in one hand and a milk bottle in the other.
Fearing hot water might be inconvenient, Ling Chengyan didn't prepare formula for Shi Tou, but brought soft cake with water instead.
Shi Tou was already ten months old, with strong little legs that could stand steadily while holding onto the back of a chair.
The sunlight outside the window was warm, and little Shi Tou watched a few sparrows hopping on the branches, babbling noisily, even more so than the sparrows outside.
Ling Chengyan broke off a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth, silencing the little one momentarily.
Xing'er held a piece of cake, eating and wiping the crumbs and drool from her brother's mouth with a handkerchief.
"Mom, why does Shi Tou drool so much?" Xing'er complained.
