"Mama, what is the little panda doing?"
Yingying finally got it right!
Liu Xueqing took the opportunity to start teaching, "The red panda is washing its face, look how seriously it's doing it. So, baby, we also need to practice good hygiene, wash our face often, wash our hands often. That way we can avoid getting sick and avoid injections, right?"
Yingying looked at the red panda, then at her mother, pondered for a long while without speaking, and after a while, responded with a "Hmm"!
Perhaps she understood?
Just then, with the "squeak" of a bolt sliding, the door for staff on the side of the exhibit, which had been naturally disguised with an uneven, yellow-brown earthen wall, opened!
Dressed in a director's uniform, Fang Ye walked out from inside and closed the door behind him.
"Huh, what is the director doing?"
"Is he going to feed the red panda an apple? But it looks a bit too little, is it enough?" Some sharp-eyed visitors had already spotted the apple in his hand.