Nan Fei couldn't help but laugh, "You're so young, what do you know about respect?"
The little baby looked earnest, "Of course I know, respect is like how I treat my big nephew Wenxi."
"Well, what you said is true," Nan Fei thought for a moment and asked, "Did your dad teach you that?"
"No!" The little baby shook his head, "Dad never teaches me about respect; he says respect is earned through strength."
"Uh..." Where did this twisted logic come from? How can all this nonsense be taught to his son?
"Mom, the kitchen smells too strong of cooking oil, let's go play in my study!" The little baby suggested thoughtfully.
"Alright!" Nan Fei immediately picked up the little baby, turned around, and walked out without even glancing at a certain man who looked particularly aggrieved.
The little baby was picked up by Nan Fei and giggled shyly, whispering, "Mom, you carry the little baby, which makes the little baby feel so embarrassed! Dad says, a man shouldn't let mom carry him."
