The baby ran in and out of the kitchen, telling his uncle what was being cooked in the kitchen.
Cheng Che sat on the couch, drinking tea and playing Go with his grandmother. He was calm and happy.
When Mu Chen came back, he saw his energetic son sitting in Cheng Che's arms, sucking on his thumb as he watched his uncle and great-grandmother playing Go.
As soon as the baby saw his father, he broke free of Cheng Che's arms and ran like the wind toward his father. "Dad!"
Mu Chen took two steps forward and caught his son. He chided his son gently, "You can't run like this next time. It's very dangerous. What if you fall?"
"It won't hurt!" the baby said in his childish voice.
Mu Chen could not help but laugh. In fact, he knew it was useless to say those things. The only way was for the baby to learn from the fall. When the baby tried to climb up his arms, he said, "Don't make a fuss. Otherwise, Mommy will be unhappy when she gets home."
