The young Qi Xiuyuan carefully carried the medicine bowl to his mother's bed with both hands and said crisply, "Mother, it's time for you to drink the medicine."
Zhu Wan looked up and saw that her son's round face was covered in sweat. She couldn't help but smile. After propping herself up, she took the bowl and downed it in one gulp. Smiling at her son, she said, "Alright, Mother has taken the medicine. Xiuyuan, go take care of your younger brother."
Qi Xiuyuan cheered up and asked, "Mother, Little Brother is getting more and more adorable by the day. You can give him a name now."
Zhu Wan hesitated. "Your father has to be the one to come up with the name."
Qi Xiuyuan was a little displeased. Although he was young, he could already differentiate between those who were close to him and those who were not. Though he did not have a good impression of his father, he rarely refuted his mother. Therefore, he could gaze at his mother expectantly with those round eyes of his.
