Mo Wang nodded solemnly, his mouth mouthing, "Door..." but the words were still unclear. When Wen Xiuqing prompted him, he found that the two words were indeed being uttered.
Gu Xiaobei hugged Mo Wang with joy, kissing his little face fiercely, "My good Mo Wang, finally started to speak."
Wen Xiuqing, while flipping pancakes, laughed and said, "I told you, even if a child doesn't speak, they are keeping count in their hearts. Our Mo Wang has a great memory, he even remembers that his sister didn't say 'doorstep'."
Bai Xiaolan cheerfully recited a nursery rhyme to Mo Wang and Xiaopang, "Little, little boy, sitting on the doorstep..."
Xiaopang cooperated by reciting each sentence. Mo Wang, however, continued to stare wide-eyed, watching Bai Xiaolan silently, his small mouth tightly closed, refusing to speak.
Gu Xiaobei couldn't help but coax, "Mo Wang, you recite it too, 'little, little boy...'" She intentionally said each word very slowly.
