Lu Sheng looked carefully at the baby from up close.
The skinny infant's face was flushed from all the crying. However, when he got close, the infant quickly calmed down. His wrinkled face suddenly wore a sweet smile.
"What's his name?"
"Ziquan. Xu Ziquan. I hope that he can have a healthy, peaceful, and wholesome life," replied the beautiful woman gently.
"I'll give you this pinwheel." From the side, Little Jun had somehow produced another blue pinwheel and gave it to the little infant in the beautiful woman's arms.
The beautiful woman smiled. She received the pinwheel, and ruffled Little Jun's hair.
Lu Sheng made some preparations. Then, he painted a dot of cinnabar on the infant's let ear with a brush in all apparent seriousness.
"I wish you happiness and health," he said with a smile.
"Thank you, apothecary!" Squire Xu beamed as he placed a stack of notes on the table.
