On the morning of the first day of the new year, Aunt Hui stuffed a sweet into the mouth of the drowsy Chuchu and fed Sisi a small mouth of rice soup paste with sugar added to it. Sisi smiled happily. "Sweet, sweet." Sisi's chubby little hand grabbed the spoon and didn't let go. She still wanted to eat.
Although Sisi wasn't very good with words, Aunt Hui couldn't handle that expression. She made an exception and gave Sisi a small spoonful of porridge. Sisi was so happy that she grinned, showing her small row of teeth. The drool towel was dirty.
Aunt Hui wiped her saliva while holding her forehead. This little buffoon really judged the person before her. Aunt Hui really couldn't withstand this cute attack.
Liang Wen had been very obedient today. His phone had been ringing non-stop since early in the morning, but he had rejected every single one of them. Unable to turn them down, he said, "I can't come. We have a tigress at home."
