After changing the baby's diaper and wiping his little bottom clean, the child finally stopped crying.
His tightly closed eyes opened as well, and Xiaoxiao noticed they were quite long, with lengthy eyelashes too—at the rate they were growing, he would definitely have big eyes in the future.
The more Xiaoxiao looked at him, the more she liked him, and she couldn't help but pick him up again. The child's eyes kept rolling, constantly staring at Xiaoxiao.
It wasn't long before Yang Ming's mother brought in some rice soup. Such a small child couldn't eat solid rice, so they had to settle for thick rice soup.
Since there were no bottles available, Xiaoxiao had to feed him spoonful by spoonful. The child swallowed quite well and ate a good amount, which finally put Xiaoxiao at ease.
Seeing it was getting late, Xiaoxiao spoke up, "Dad, Mom, it's getting late, everyone should head back first."
