"Xiao'er, my cousin, your nephew will be born in a few months. You wouldn't want him to be terrified by my face, would you?"
"You're going to be a father?" Xiao'er asked, joy in her heart.
"The doctor said it's been two months now. Jingshu can't stop laughing whenever she sees me. She says if she laughs too much, she might harm the baby, so she's banned me from appearing before her before the baby is born. How can that work? I need to be there to take care of her. Xiao'er, you have to help me out!"
"That's certainly a serious problem. Let me think. What if you covered your face, only showing your eyes? Wouldn't that allow you to help my cousin?"
Zhewei looked at Xiao'er with a dejected expression.
"Don't like this idea? Let me think of another one. How about you go to a cosmetics shop, buy some rouge and powder, and apply a thick layer every day before you visit my cousin?"
