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 pinky.
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, he would poke her nostrils bigger and bigger. Then he would hook two fingers into them and lift her up, or drag her around.
Just thinking about it was terrifying. Zhou Dongdong sniffled, a little pleased that she understood such a principle. It must be because she had grown up a tiny bit more.
Zhu Juntang also raised both hands high and bounced about to attract his attention, waiting for Liu Chang'an to come dry her hands too. But she received no such treatment. After drying Zhou Dongdong's hands, he walked out of the kitchen, making Zhu Juntang so angry that she pounced on him and wiped the water from her hands all over his back.
"You lousy old man, why didn't you dry my hands? Am I not your precious treasure anymore?" Zhu Juntang demanded indignantly. It seemed she needed to invent something that would remind him at every moment that Zhu Juntang was his most beloved treasure.
For instance, she could give him an alarm clock, with an alarm every morning that said, "Mie~~ Mie Mie Mie Mie Mie~~~ Get up! Appear before your treasure in five minutes!"
No, Liu Chang'an would not use an alarm clock. He might even throw the little sheep out the window. If the alarm annoyed him, he might simply toss the clock away.
Right, she could