The pair were pushing the baby carriage along the road. When they were finished with the small roads and could not push anymore, they started to plan their division of labor.
"We should have asked mom to take the carriage back," Xu Zhong said.
Wanqing took out the carrier, "Can you help me? I will carry Dingding on my back and then hold Dangdang in my arms, while you push the carriage."
As Xu Zhong helped her strap on the baby, he said, "How about I hold Dangdang, and you push the carriage?" Even though the road was a narrow cobblestone path, pushing an empty carriage was still relatively smooth.
Wanqing nodded. After strapping on the child, she pushed the carriage with both hands, while Xu Zhong stumbled clumsily with Dangdang in his arms.
At this moment, a voice came from the street, "What kind of father are you? The child is already six months old, and you still don't know how to hold him properly!"
Both turned around and saw Miaomiao walking over with a travel bag.
