Zhulan got up and put away the needlework in her hands, and when she came back, she glared, "Don't tease our son like that. If he starts crying, you'll have to comfort him."
Zhou Shuren never seems to learn!
Zhou Shuren watched his son flailing about like a little turtle, his eyes filled with amusement, "Don't you think it's fun? He's all spread out like a little starfish."
Zhulan rolled her eyes internally. The boy might be easy to soothe, but when he got angry, he sure had a temper. Zhou Shuren continued to flip the child over, leaving Zhulan speechless, resolved not to be the one to soothe him later.
With a loud "wah," the little guy got angry, just lying there without moving, crying his heart out.
Zhou Shuren, on the other hand, laughed heartily. Now the little guy cried even harder. Zhou Shuren coughed, afraid the little stinker would hurt his throat from crying and picked him up, "Alright, Daddy won't tease you anymore. No more crying, okay?"
