"Lil' Fatty, come here," Zhao Mingqing beckoned to the lively boy in front. That Lil' Fatty was the child with outstanding memory. Although he was chubby, he was very well-liked.
Lil' Fatty ran over swiftly. In the past, he used to be in a wheelchair and he had already been very lively then. Now that he could run, he was even livelier.
"Grandpa…" Lil' Fatty stood in front of Zhao Mingqing and smiled as his mucus flowed down from his nostrils.
"Come, extend your leg for Grandpa to see," said Zhao Mingqing.
Lil' Fatty extended his leg, then said, "Grandpa, you've already touched it many times. If you touch it any more, I'll be frightened."
"Cheeky boy," said Zhao Mingqing as he rubbed Lil' Fatty's head. Then, he pressed down, "Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"
Lil' Fatty shook his head, "No."
