The little girl walked unsteadily, holding onto the wall. When she stopped, Chen Sanmei reached out and pressed her down onto the bed, handing her the milk bottle.
"De-de-de!" The little dumpling reached out to grab the milk bottle.
Shen Sanmei suddenly stopped.
The little dumpling, finding itself holding nothing, cried out in a flurry of "Awoo!" and "Ah-oh!" as it crawled over to try and snatch the food away.
Shen Sanmei reached out and pressed down, clearly uttering two words: "Brother, brother."
"De de!" The little dumpling uttered two words as if riding a horse.
Shen Sanmei looked at her coldly: "Mom."
"Mommy! Okay~" the little dumpling called out quite clearly.
Shen Sanmei lowered his head slightly, his eyes behind his hair carrying a sense of pressure: "Father."
"Daddy!" the little dumpling said clearly.
"elder brother."
"Clatter, clatter!"
The little dumpling raised its smiling face and reached out to slap Shen Sanmei's cold eyebrows and eyes, shattering the aloof mask with this slap.
He used to be a cold and aloof young man, until he raised a baby...
Chen Sanmei sighed and resignedly handed her the bottle. The little dumpling gulped down the milk, then slumped over and crawled to him, shaking the bottle.
“That’s all.” Shen Sanmei said succinctly.
"Boo hoo!" The little dumpling slapped its face, rolled around, and threw the milk bottle.
Shen Sanmei caught the bottle precisely and placed it down. He then skillfully walked to the bedside in a few steps, scooped up the little bundle of joy that was desperately trying to climb down, and put it back on the bed like a kitten.
The little dumpling still wanted to eat, and angrily barked, refusing to call out "brother".
"It's lunchtime," Shen Sanmei explained one last time before lying back down on the bed, offering no further explanation.
The baby has been weaned and is now primarily fed solid foods, except for breastfeeding in the morning.
No matter how much the little dumpling crawled and ran around on the big bed, Chen Sanmei could always reach out and scoop him up accurately.
After fussing for a while, the little dumpling grabbed a toy from the bedside and calmed down.
Having had nightmares all night, Shen Sanmei had a headache and lay on the bed feeling listless. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
In my sleep, something soft and wet poked into my mouth.
Shen Sanmei opened his eyes and saw the little boy holding a baby bottle, shoving the nipple into his mouth, and muttering, "Brother, brother, milk~"
As he spoke, he reached out and tried to pat Chen Sanmei's stomach.
She pats her stomach when she's hungry.
Shen Sanmei paused for a moment, then gently removed the nipple: "Are you worried I'm hungry?"
etc!
Shen Sanmei suddenly widened his eyes: "What did you call me?"
The little dumpling grinned, stubbornly feeding him milk: "Brother! Ha~"
She couldn't say "drink," so she opened her mouth wide to mimic the sound.
"Brother, brother!"
Shen Sanmei suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms. The soft warmth filled his empty heart, just like when he hugged that rabbit doll when he was a child. Now he was embracing something more vibrant and precious.
These are the little green sprouts he raised himself.
From such a tiny little thing, we've raised it to the point where it can talk and walk.
If there's any hope in his life, it's the little dumpling in front of him.
A slight smile unconsciously crept onto Shen Sanmei's lips.
The little dumpling couldn't stay still; the cricket pupa moved around restlessly, and the bottle slipped from its grasp and fell onto the bed.
Upon seeing the baby bottle, Shen Sanmei suddenly realized something, and his smile vanished abruptly.
He grabbed the little dumpling and held it up in front of him: "Where did you get those bottles?"
He clearly put the baby bottle in the refrigerator in the outer room!
The little dumpling was oblivious and happy. Chen Sanmei got up, took a few steps and looked outside. The small refrigerator was on the ground, the side door was open, fresh milk was spilled on the ground, and a few small footprints spread to the side of the bed.
"Tap!" The little dumpling excitedly crawled up to him and suddenly looked up to scare him.
Shen Sanmei's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he almost couldn't catch his breath, still shaken.
This little thing can barely walk, yet it climbed off the bed and retrieved its bottle by itself!
If you fall or bump yourself, and hit something important, you might fall asleep and not notice!
Or maybe it was a large freezer that she accidentally fell into without realizing it!
Just thinking about it makes me realize that even someone in deep meditation needs oxygen.
Anger instantly welled up inside him!
"Heh! Huh?"
The little dumpling was lifted up in confusion and placed face down on the bed, then felt a chill on its bottom.
"Smack!"
The crisp sounds of hands and bottom filled the little dumpling's childhood.
"..."
"Waaaaah—"
The crying was deafening, startling the monkey in the tree by the window so much that it dropped the peaches it was holding.
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Even after having their baby, the couple remained accustomed to this routine, their confidence stemming from the deep meditation of their beloved.
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