On the twenty-fourth of the twelfth lunar month, Wang Dashuan and Shen Yougen came again with the horse-drawn cart, but what they didn't expect was that just four or five days had passed, and when they entered the ward, Yunfang's big belly had deflated, and there was suddenly a child by her side.
"Born, born?" Wang Dashuan stammered, scared.
"Nonsense, where else would Pangpang come from?" Dashuan's wife glared at her husband, inwardly reproaching him for making a fuss over nothing.
Coming to the hospital was for giving birth, after all, so isn't it normal to see an additional child upon reuniting?
"Pangpang?" Dashuan didn't understand.
"Yes, this is our Pangpang." Dashuan's wife smiled broadly as she lifted the plump little boy from Shen Yunfang's arms to show the other two people in the room. "Come on, say hello to your Uncle Dashuan and Grandpa Yougen."
Pangpang obligingly yawned a big yawn, which counted as a greeting for the two.
