Qiao Desheng and Sang Hong came apprehensively and left satisfied.
Xibao immediately rolled over, got up from the ground, and followed them. He was nabbed by Feng Qingxue who grabbed the waistband of his cotton pants.
"Xibao, where are you going?"
"To play!" Xibao innocently blinked his big round eyes, tugging hard at his mom to keep moving, repeatedly babbling, "Play, mommy, let's play! Mommy! Let's play!"
Feng Qingxue stood still, "Look, it's getting dark and cold. How about we play at home?"
"No! No!" Xibao shook his head like a rattle drum while pulling on Feng Qingxue's hand, trying hard to tug her along.
He may be small, but he was a good eater and had gotten rather plump, so his grip was quite strong.
Feng Qingxue put on a stern face, "Lu Xibao! If you want to go out, you can go by yourself. If you get blown away by the wind, you won't see your mommy and daddy anymore. Now, let go. Mommy needs to cook dinner. If you don't behave, you won't get any food!"
