Song Dabai ate happily, and after finishing, couldn't help patting his little tummy lightly: "Ah, I'm so full."
Song Yinyin was both amused and exasperated.
Yan Xue watched, feeling extremely delighted.
She took out a tissue, personally wiped off the grains of rice stuck to Song Dabai's mouth corner, and asked, "Dabai, I have some photos of your daddy from when he was very, very small. Do you want to see them?"
"Very, very small, how small is that? Like I am now?" Song Dabai blinked playfully, full of curiosity.
Yan Xue laughed and said, "No, even smaller than you are now. They're photos of your daddy as a baby, roughly... hmm, maybe from around this big."
As she spoke, she gestured.
Song Dabai's little face lit up, "Wow, that small? Is it photos of when daddy was a tiny little baby?"
"Yes."
