"Acheng, look after Xibao for me. I'm going to make his food." At over seven months, we can't just rely on breast milk and formula. He should begin to have some solid food.'
Guan Cheng understood and immediately took Xibao back.
Leaving the fragrant, soft embrace, Xibao began to whimper. Lu Tianjun quickly picked up a pellet drum and shook it in front of him. This drum, which he and Guan Cheng had bought for twenty cents at a used goods market, had probably belonged to a wealthy family. It was beautifully crafted in rosewood and red lacquer with double-sided painted images, the colors bright and alluring, soon grabbing Xibao's attention. His tears were rapidly put away.
"It seems that children like bright colors. Next time we'll try to find something interesting," Guan Cheng said, looking down at Xibao's chubby white face, unable not to give his cheek a little kiss.