Feng Qingxue quickly turned around, holding her son's chubby hand, only to get a handful of cream on her own hand, "Xibao, everyone knows the floral dress is yours, but you're eating cake with your brother right now. Look, you've got cream all over you. If you get your clothes dirty, they won't look good. Can Mommy put it away for you and you can wear it tomorrow?"
Xibao tilted his big head and thought for a while before he understood Feng Qingxue's words. He cheerfully nodded his head and said, "Wear it tomorrow!"
Then he started licking the cream off his fingers, not just his own, but also Feng Qingxue's. After licking them clean, the little guy turned back to his cake, only to find that Wang Zhonghua's spoon was moving faster than his own.
"Huahua, my cake!" Xibao pounced on it and started gnawing on it, smearing cream all over his face.
Seizing this opportunity, Feng Qingxue quickly put the clothes away.