"I just ate! There's still plenty at home!" Lady Zou urged them to eat, took her son in her arms, and let Pei Qin enjoy some melon.
The little guy was about to turn five months old, and at home during meals, they would always dip a chopstick in some mushy food to feed him. As soon as he saw food being brought out, he would excitedly reach out his little hands wanting some, and whoever pretended to bring their hand to his mouth, even without feeding him anything, he would immediately pucker up, ready to eat, and everyone enjoyed teasing him.
Lady Zou held him and stood under the eaves, looking at the sweet potato vines in the yard, "They are growing so vigorously! Can these things really cover several acres?"
"We can only start with a small area to try it out, after all, it's the first year and we've never planted these before." Pei Qin, munching on a melon, came out and wiped a bit of the melon juice on little Xingwang's face, and the little guy was happily smacking his lips.
