The photographer and the children all laughed with excitement.
"Xibao's snot bubbles!"
"Haha, Xibao really is so adorable!"
"How did he time it so perfectly? We have to preserve the photo forever, and show it to him when he grows up."
"Xibao, Xibao, haha! Haha! He really is so cute!"
"Oh, the chubby boy seems very festive. Do you want to retake the photo?" The photographer asked Feng Qingxue.
Feng Qingxue was laughing so hard that she almost cried. She wiped the corners of her eyes and nodded firmly. She responded, "After I wipe his nose, could you please take another photo of father and son?" Just like Lu Tianjun said, the last photo could be considered a family heirloom.
She walked over to wipe Xibao's nose, and then couldn't extricate herself from him.
Seeing her walk away, Xibao became so anxious that his entire body began to shake, and he shouted, "Mom…"