Lu Xibao sat on Lu Jiang's lap, his mouth wide open as he swallowed a forkful of noodles that Feng Qingxue handed him.
The noodles, said to be sent by Lu Jiang's comrade-in-arms and taken from the pantry, were about an inch long each having been broken into pieces before being cooked. They were boiled in crucian carp soup and then served in a bowl. Using the silver soup spoon, she dished out just enough for the small child to handle. Standing outside for a while had cooled the noodles and soup which Xibao seemed to find irresistible.
Upon hearing Wang Zhengguo's words, Feng Qingxue, who was about to feed Lu Xibao another spoonful, trembled. The spoon tilted and the noodles spilled onto Lu Xibao's bib, instead of his mouth.
"Ah!"
Xibao yelled, lowering his head and trying to lick the noodles off his bib. But he couldn't reach them, so he continued yelling.
"Xibao dear, mommy will get you a new scoop."
