After Lu Jiang had left, Feng Qingxue turned around and replenished the stove with some cow dung.
The stove was connected to the kang, and with the constant combustion of cow dung in the stove, the kang maintained relatively high heat.
"Little master, I have to serve you every day! I hope since I'm serving you now, you'll be willing to care for me when I'm old!" murmured Feng Qingxue as she undressed Xibao, wiped his hands, feet, and face with baby cream, changed his diaper, dressed him in light cotton pajamas over thermal underwear, and put him in a sleeping bag she had made. She situated his head on his tiny pillow, covered him with a blanket, and left him be.
Only when he was sleeping, was the little quiet guy an angel.
His tiny hands raised in a surrender gesture, curled into little fists.
Leaning against the edge of the kang, Feng Qingxue quietly gazed at her son, how handsome he looked, even in sleep, he was a little handsome guy. Just a bit chubby!