As a native Chinese, Zhou Li couldn't possibly have not watched Calabash Baby.
At the age of three, after watching the little gourd superhero, Zhou Li was so excited that he put a water bottle on his head, hung two leaves on his chest, and pretended to be the Fourth Baby spitting Seven-Up at the Money Snake being raised by the farmers. Then, he received a resounding mixed doubles beating from both his dear mom and dad, a memory that ensured Zhou Li would remember the animation for a lifetime.
And now, the memories of his childhood had come to life right before his eyes. The adorable and naïve appearance, the slightly spoiled yet comforting demeanor, and the clear, pure heart of a child--they were all exactly the same as the Calabash Baby in Zhou Li's memory.
Except for the gender.
Looking at the pretty young girl in front of him, blinking her moist, clear eyes and with a face full of curiosity and joy, Zhou Li couldn't help but think of the Samoyed he once had.
No good.
