The little one is almost one year old.
The almost one-year-old little one is extremely adorable.
He has four tiny teeth, babbles every day, with spirited expressions, crawling everywhere.
With curiosity about the entire world, he even wants to taste the flavor of passing dog poop.
If it weren't for Shen Que's sharp eyes and quick hands, the little one would have succeeded.
After being scooped up by Shen Que by his collar, Zhaung Zhuang's little mouth puckered, and he opened his mouth to cry.
"Don't cry... You can't eat that, it's stinky!"
Shen Que tiptoed as he carried Zhaung Zhuang, walking with a sneaky gait in his own house.
"My little ancestor, don't cry, your little uncle is taking the college entrance exam and your little aunt is taking the high school entrance exam. Can we bear it for a bit?"
Whether it was because Shen Que was overly humble, or that the little Zhaung Zhuang understood, he really gave face and did not cry.
