I was originally the orphan Tang San of Bashu, fortunate enough to receive the mercy of the heavens and be reborn in a new life as Qian San.
Although my mother unfortunately died of dystocia when giving birth to me, I had a father who cherished me.
Father was wealthy and generous, finding me many wet nurses.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven—every day of the week was different, and they were all big-chested wet nurses.
The swaying chests were milky white.
There was more than I could finish, truly more than I could finish; there was simply too much milk.
Rock and sway, sway and rock, the rocking chair made no creaking sounds, sleeping without fuss and resting with peace of mind.
Plump cheeks, plump little hands, plump body, plump legs and feet—plump Qian San was a big, chubby boy.
In the first year of the Tang San era, Qian San wore diapers and ate, then slept, sleeping then eating, living a life without worries.
In the first year of Tang San's life, Qian San learned to crawl and became a crawling expert.
In the second year of Tang San's life, Qian San learned to walk on two feet, stumbling along.
In the third year of Tang San's life, in order to eat White Rabbit Creamy Candy, Qian San picked up a wooden sword to practice swordsmanship.
In the fourth year of Tang San's life, so that he could eat Mala Hot Pot Rabbit Meat, Qian San washed his dad's feet and massaged his shoulders and back.
In the fifth year of Tang San's life, because he practiced Purple Demon Eye and refused to sleep early in the morning, he was given a scolding by his dad.
In the sixth year of Tang San's life, today was the