Xibao sat upright on the heated bed, swinging his legs, and curiously watching his mother bustling about like a good child.
When he saw his mother unpack a heap of delicious food, all familiar stuff, his eyes lit up and he impatiently cried out, "Mom, Mom, mine, mine, Guoguo!" He pointed at the can.
"How sharp are your eyes?" Feng Qingxue said while still opening the can for him, pouring half of it into a bowl.
Xibao skillfully crawled back onto the bed, humming to himself as he pulled the table from the inside to the middle. He sat down in front of the table, placing his little paws on the edge, happily watching the bowl in front of him. Oh, there were slices of mandarin and sugar water inside the bowl. His chubby little hand reached out to the side and took the spoon that Feng Qingxue handed over, immediately scooping up a mandarin slice and putting it into his mouth.
Feng Qingxue tried putting a bib on him, but the little guy shook his head violently, saying "No, no!"