Liu Chang'an took Zhu Juntang and Zhou Dongdong upstairs to wash their hands. After helping Zhou Dongdong wash hers, he dried them with a towel, then poked both of her nostrils with his pinkies.
Poked backward again and again, Zhou Dongdong let out an "Aow!" and promised Brother Chang'an that she would never play with booger balls again.
Because she felt that Brother Chang'an poking her nostrils was a warning: if she kept picking her nose, her nostrils would get bigger and bigger. Then Brother Chang'an would hook two fingers into them and lift her up, or drag her around.
Just thinking about it was terrifying. Zhou Dongdong sniffed, a little pleased that she understood such a truth. It must have been because she had grown up just a tiny bit more.
Zhu Juntang also held both hands high and bounced about to get his attention, waiting for Liu Chang'an to come dry her little hands. But she received no such treatment. After drying Zhou Dongdong's hands, he simply walked out of the kitchen. Furious, Zhu Juntang pounced on him and wiped all the water from her hands onto his back.
"You rotten old man, why won't you dry my hands? Am I not your precious treasure anymore?" Zhu Juntang demanded indignantly. It seemed she needed to invent something that could remind him at all times that Zhu Juntang was his most beloved treasure.
For example, she could give him an alarm clock, with an alarm every morning that said, "Mie~~ Mie Mie Mie Mie Mie~~~ Wake up! Appear before your treasure in five minutes!"
No, that would not work. Liu Chang'an would not use an alarm clock. He might even throw the little sheep out the window. If the alarm annoyed him too much, he might just throw the