Before her tears could fall, she saw her son, cradled in her husband's arms, grinning at her with his little gums showing and waving his tiny hands as if greeting his dear mom.
Shen Yunfang blinked her eyes and finally managed to clear the mist from her vision, which allowed her to see clearly.
Pangpang had something in his mouth. His little mouth was too small; whatever he contained shifted from one side to the other, refusing to spit it out, and with his mouth wide open, it was especially clear.
Shen Yunfang felt a surge of relief. Thankfully, Pangpang knew better than to swallow the quail egg.
Li Hongjun also noticed something in his son's mouth. He brought his large hand near Pangpang's mouth and coaxed him with a tempting voice, "Pangpang, be a good boy. This doesn't taste good, you can't eat it. Spit it out quickly, and daddy will get you some formula milk, okay?"
