She is simply the spitting image of her daughter. Usually, if her daughter can't do it, she most likely can't either.
She's always by his side, chanting: "Hubby's tired, hubby's so tired... tired, tired, tired..."
And that's pretty much it.
He never saw her display any remarkable strength.
"Then I'll start helping with the count now," said Little Sweetie, stretching out all ten fingers.
"Okay," Wu Zichun took a deep breath, emulating Luo Jinxun's stance at home, legs braced as he began to squat deeply.
"One!"
One successful squat down, and Wu Zichun was immediately delighted. She still had it.
Little Sweetie started counting herself, "Two, three..."
"Five!"
"Two!"
The online audience in the livestream couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Five! Two!"
"Hahaha!"
"Little Sweetie!" Wu Zichun himself almost didn't make it down. His daughter nearly floored him. What comes after five?!
Had she actually counted back down for him?!