Xibao, after finishing his business in the toilet, joyfully bounced into the house. He tumbled in like a ball with his father, Lu following him into the yard to clean up. Feng Qingxue could hardly contain her laughter as she hugged Xibao and showered him with kisses.
"Baby, you're so good and smart. How did you think to use the cake as bait?" How can I not be proud of having such a son?
Xibao giggled from her kisses, leaning his face back, pouting, and eagerly returning the kisses, leaving Feng Qingxue's face wet with drool.
As for Feng Qingxue's question, Xibao looked clueless.
Seeing Xibao's confused face, Feng Qingxue was stunned for a moment, "Xibao, Mommy is asking why you used cake as bait?"
"Fishing! Fish! Fish!"
When father Lu came in, he said "Xibao, do you remember the next line for the poem 'Jiang Taigong fishing'?"
"Got hooked!" Xibao exclaimed loudly.
