"My good boy," Ren Li hugged the rascal and planted a big kiss on his cheek, then returned home to breastfeed him. If not for her nutritious breast milk, how could the little boy grow up so robustly?
With her little brother gone, Tang Yuxin played with her medicinal herbs. Every day, she carried her bamboo basket, climbed into the mountains to gather herbs, and then returned home to play with Little Fatty.
After a few days, Ji Miaomiao and his friends arrived, bringing all their luggage with them, clearly indicating their plan to stay for a while.
And one by one, they watched Little Fatty with such longing eyes, as if they wanted to eat him up.
Little Fatty, long graceful and cute, with a gentle nature and, most importantly, his sweet words. He greeted everyone with a smile, liked to nuzzle his face against theirs, and wasn't too picky either.
Moreover, being the youngest, he received the most affection.
However, Little Fatty's favorite was still his sister.
