What was there to fuss over with boys?
Whose sons didn't fight as children?
Ye Yaodong thought nothing of it. Boys just needed to be left to their own devices. Raise them long enough, and they would grow up on their own anyway.
A daughter was different. He had to keep an eye on her, or some little bastard might snatch her away the moment he wasn't looking.
Just thinking about it made his heart ache a little.
Best not to think about it.
Ye Yaodong took the bowl the Old Lady was holding. "I'll feed her. Go chant your sutras and listen to the radio."
"Be careful, then. Blow on it a little more. Don't burn her."
"Mm."
Ye Yaodong scooped up a little with the spoon and blew on it. Before he could feed her, Ye Xiaoxi held the railing and shakily pulled herself upright again, starting another round of "Ah, ah, ah!"
"Coming, coming. You'll get to eat in a second."
Before the spoon even reached her, her mouth was already open, as though she were starving.
"Don't you normally feed her?"
He was puzzled. Why did she look so impatient?
"Who doesn't feed her? I'm not her stepmother." Lin Xiuqing glanced back at the father and daughter and said irritably, "Look at how chubby she is, like a little ball of flesh. Does she look like someone who doesn't get fed?"
"When has she ever gone a day without a whole egg to herself? Even her two brothers never got that treatment."
True enough!
She was plump and pudgy!
The flesh on her cheeks was almost sagging. It was soft and tender, and she even had a double chin.
With all her winter clothes on, he couldn't see her arms with their lotus-root folds, but she