Zhou Xi was feeding his daughter milk. After feeding, he gently patted her, then wrapped her up and placed her aside, swatting away his son's hand that wanted to touch his daughter.
Guan Xiaolang could only stand by helplessly, staring eagerly at his sister, his chubby face asking, "Mom, why can Grandpa and Grandma touch my sister, but I can't?"
"Because your little fat hands are too dirty. Tell me, did you play with mud again?"
Guan Xiaolang immediately hid his hands behind his back and ran off.
Guan Xin brought in a bowl of chicken soup, nearly bumped into his son, and scolded him jokingly while handing the chicken soup to Zhou Xi, "Drink up, there's chicken legs in the pot, I'll get them for you later."
Zhou Xi took it, frowned, "Why did you kill chicken again, didn't I tell you not to?"
