Spring passed and autumn arrived, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a year had passed.
"Sister-in-law, where is Little Niangao? Why can't I find him in the room?" Shen Xiu asked with a frown and a worried expression.
"Try looking under the table," Lin Xiaoguai responded without looking up from the handkerchief she was embroidering.
Sure enough, Shen Xiu found Little Niangao under the table. The little boy was sound asleep with his arms and legs spread out, his small chest rising and falling rhythmically.
She couldn't help but laugh softly and carefully picked up the little boy from under the table.
No wonder her sister-in-law had insisted on covering the house with rugs. With a lively nephew like theirs, it really was necessary.
Weighing the child in her arms, Shen Xiu exclaimed in surprise, "Sister-in-law, what have you been feeding Little Niangao? I haven't held him for just a month, and he's become so heavy?"
