Shen Yunfang left Commander Wu's house and hurried back to her own. Upon arriving, she immediately poked at the stove to stoke the fire. Then, she cracked the door open to ventilate the place, ensuring the air was fresh and the room was warm, before she began to unwrap the small quilt from around her child.
Little Pangpang was quite displeased, protesting to his mother with a series of grunts and ultimately raising his tiny fists indignantly.
"Did you have a hard day, son? Wait until mommy makes you something delicious tonight," Shen Yunfang kissed her son's little cheek with affection.
Pangpang was restless inside the quilt at Commander Wu's house, constantly wriggling and kicking, trying to escape from his confines. He had never been bound hand and foot for such a long time, at least not while awake, and therefore was quite unhappy about it.
