"Zheng'er, Rong'er, have the two younger boys woken up?"
The two little children watched over the two even smaller children, their big eyes filled with curiosity.
Zheng'er turned around and looked at Aunt Ju. "No, Grandma Ju. They are still sleeping."
The two babies had been sleeping very soundly ever since they had some rice paste after they were rescued. Zheng'er felt that they would be easy to raise—perhaps even easier than he and Rong'er when they were younger.
In that case, their mother would not have to tire herself out raising them.
Of course, they would still help her take care of their two younger brothers.
"I touched their faces too. They're not hot," Rong'er added.
"Good boy."
Aunt Ju placed the two bowls of rice paste on a small table and caressed their faces.
