Even teeth and tongues knocked against each other sometimes. When two people lived together, arguments were inevitable.
Most of the time, Ding Ding was always accommodating-he seemed to have endless patience for Little Bai, and Bai Congming was just as considerate of him.
But this time, Ding Ding really was a little angry.
"You really can't!"
"Little Bai wants him!"
When Bai Congming got stubborn, not even ten oxen could drag him back. He stood before Ding Ding, his face flushed, competing with him in volume.
"Little Bai can just eat less from now on!"
"...This isn't about how much you eat," Ding Ding said helplessly. "If you want one, we can, in the future..."
"Not in the future!" Bai Congming stamped his foot. "Little Bai wants this one!"
They had a small quarrel, neither persuading the other, then both turned their eyes toward the person sitting on the sofa.
-a child of about three or four, holding a green bag of potato chips and crunching away without pause.
When he saw the two adults looking at him, the child grinned and held out his saliva-wet hands, asking to be picked up.
Bai Congming wiped his face and scooped the child up the way he held Gouzai.
"Mom picked up Little Bai too! Little Bai's grown up! Little Bai can raise a child!"
Seeing how uncomfortable his hold looked, Ding Ding reached out to take the child, only for Bai Congming to dodge him.
"Don't want you! Little Bai will raise him himself!"
"...How?" Ding Ding asked through gritted teeth. "This child obviously has a family. His parents might be looking for him right now!"
"I'm raising him!"
Bai Congming puffed out his cheeks and made a very rebellious decision. "Little Bai's running away from home!"
"..."
Before Ding Ding