PRACTICE MAKES A MAN PERFECT

Han Changhong took Han Luo and carried her in his arms. "Come Luo'er, I'll make you the biggest dollhouse with a hundred dolls." He looked at his son and called out, "Sheng Ming?"

Han Sheng Ming was never caught off guard. "Yes, father?"

"Why don't you come and choose some dolls and a big dollhouse for your little sister?" Han Changhong had regained his composure.

His son smiled brightly. "I will! I will do that!" He felt overjoyed to help his beloved Luo Luo, feeling as though she were his closest sibling. The three of them left without a word.

When Han Luilui had heard that Han Luo was getting a bigger dollhouse, she was puzzled. But then, at the sight of seeing her father and brother leave with that cousin of hers, she started to bawl in distress. "Mommy! Daddy scolded me again!" Han Luilui just wanted her mother's attention.

"Shut up!" Du Liu couldn't believe that her husband would do such a thing. Her burning anger fell on Han Luo. 'What a cursed girl! Right after she came to my house, she snatched my husband and my son from me. It's disgusting that a two year old child learned how to seduce men at this age. So dangerous!'

Du Liu spitefully cursed Han Luo alone while Han Changhong took Han Luo and Han Sheng Ming to a fancy restaurant. This restaurant is known for traditional Chinese food. The quality of food is first grade and that's why the meals are expensive. Only those who have enough money to taste wonderful flavors come here to eat. Some people come with family, some come for dates, and some come for business negotiations. The place wasn't crowded when the three of them came. Han Changhong finally breathed in relief. "You two can order whatever you want."

"Yay! Daddy is the best!" Han Sheng Ming rejoiced. He took the menu from the waiter and excitedly told Han Luo, "Little Luo Luo, what do you want to eat? Look at the pictures. All the meals look yummy, don't they?"

Han Luo nodded in awe. The two of them ordered their favorite dishes and waited for their meals. After the meals were served, Han Sheng Ming tried to feed his little sister. Since he was too young for feeding other people, he was clumsy and covered Han Luo's mouth in soy sauce.

Han Changhong watched them from the side and laughed heartily. To lessen the mess, he wiped little Han Luo's face. Her doting uncle then placed a napkin over her lap and another one over her top. "Let me feed you, Luo'er."

Han Sheng Ming was disappointed, his starry-eyes widening. "But I want to feed little Luo Luo."

Han Changhong grinned at his son's enthusiasm. "When Sheng Ming grows up, then he can feed Luo'er."

Han Sheng Ming eagerly asked, "When will that be?" He was eager to feed his cousin-sister. He never thought that feeding others was fun until he started feeding his little Luo Luo.

Han Changhong coughed. He answered with a seemingly serious expression, "When Sheng Ming is ten years old." Although he was only joking, his son didn't realize this.

Han Sheng Ming was in despair. Unhappiness was written all over his face. He put his hands on his small head and cried, "Aww! That's too long! Little Luo Luo will grow up by then and she won't need me to feed her."

"Practice… big brother!" Han Luo's eyes were as clear as water when she gazed at him. She was her big brother's fountain of encouragement. She meant that if he practiced every day, he could eventually feed her. Little Luo had a very sincere face when she spoke, and her expression was so cute that even the waiter couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Yes! Then I can feed you every day." Han Sheng Ming's eyes sparkled. He awkwardly cut a piece of steak with great difficulties and tried to feed Han Luo, but his right hand was shaking in so much elation that, before it could touch little Han Luo's mouth, the piece of steak fell on her napkin.

"Ah!" Han Sheng Ming cried out in disappointment.

"See? I told you." Han Changhong changed Han Luo's napkin. "Sheng Ming, maybe you should feed your sister at home, all right?"

"I always feed little Luo Luo because mommy won't feed her." Han Sheng Ming admitted. This was the truth; children never lie.

Han Changhong's expression fell as he gravely looked at his son. He asked in a serious tone, "Is this true?"

Han Sheng Ming nodded vigorously. "Yes, daddy. Mommy always said that we should let Luo Luo eat by herself so that she learns to take care of herself. I didn't listen to mommy and fed her. But Luilui complained to mommy. Mommy then told me that little Luo Luo has no family, so we should let her do everything by herself, so she isn't a burden on anyone."

Han Changhong clenched his fists, feeling his chest heat up. He was horrified by what his son had told him. "Nonsense! We are Luo'er's family too. Next time your mommy says something like that, tell her that."

Han Sheng Ming proudly responded, "All right, daddy. Sheng Ming is happy to have little Luo Luo as his sister. If I'm cute, my sister has to be cute. Luilui and Wanwan aren't cute at all. They look as ugly as mommy." Han Sheng Ming blurted his inner thoughts out, but he didn't mean that his mother was physically ugly – she was ugly inside when she badmouthed Han Luo.

Han Changhong gasped drily, slightly amused by his son's bold comment. "Sheng Ming."

Han Sheng Ming looked at his father. "Yes, daddy."

Han Changhong said, "Don't call your mommy ugly in front of her. She might die of a heart attack."

He knew how much his wife loved their one and only son. If Han Sheng Ming ever told Du Liu that she was ugly, her self-esteem would be so damaged that her pained heart would stop pounding.