Little Niangao, however, didn't behave as usual and slipped into the blankets.
Yu Xiaomiao looked surprised, and Lin Xiaoguai explained helplessly, "He seems a bit frightened and now is reluctant to eat anything."
Indeed, since Little Niangao was born, he'd never faced much hardship; his body was exceptionally strong but that also had a downside. His tolerance for pain wasn't as high as other babies his age, and he was still a bit traumatized.
Lin Xiaoguai, feeling sorry for her son, coaxed softly, "Little Niangao, come out. Mommy has cooked some nice porridge for you. If you eat it, your tummy won't hurt anymore."
Little Niangao peeked out a pair of eyes, shining brightly as if asking, "Really?"
"Shall we try a spoonful to see if it's good? If it isn't tasty, we won't eat it," Lin Xiaoguai continued to coax.
Knowing his mother always kept her promises, Little Niangao slowly emerged from the blanket, opened his mouth with an 'ah', and took a taste.
