Yangyang was in a bind.
Feeding someone sounded easy enough.
It wasn't her first time doing it...
But the situation was special now. To describe Mom's single-threaded state as having not a shred of intelligence would be praise beyond measure.
So how was she supposed to feed her?
Yangyang held the tray, cheeks puffed out as she hesitated.
Suddenly, she met a pair of shimmering red eyes.
Ye Xiaoyao was under the covers, poking her head out and eyeing Yangyang suspiciously...
Yangyang didn't lose her nerve. She smiled. "Mom, it's me."
I tilted my head.
She took one step forward.
I tilted my head again...
Yangyang moved closer once more.
At that moment.
I was trying to figure out how my daughter had suddenly gone from an egg that looked like a little kitten to such a big human...
Was an egg this big also something I had given birth to?
Were you born from me too?
I burrowed my head into the covers and carefully examined myself.
The word "confused" might as well have been written across my forehead.
I probably... couldn't give birth to a baby this big.
Seeing what her mother was doing, Yangyang's little face grew even more stiff.
As the baby from the previous pregnancy, pretending to be the Angel Egg from this one was just too difficult.
The main problem was that Mom had lately started thinking she, too, had popped out of an eggshell...
Yangyang was already standing beside the bed.
Ye Qingxian quietly hid in the shadows.
Junior Sister's increasingly adorable little gestures made it impossible for her to look away, even for a second.
So adorable.
A serious question came to mind: did Junior Sister know how cute she was?
She probably didn't, right!?
Ye Qingxian thought back to how Junior