Having called her that for so long, she felt quite helpless and no longer had the desire to correct them.
With Little Baby, always cute and innocent, she genuinely hoped that he would be the first one to call her Sister Qingluo.
"Xuan'er, be good, call her Sister Qingluo."
She pinched a small piece of dried sweet potato, tempting Little Baby, "Call her Sister Qingluo, and she will give you dried sweet potato."
"La, La, Sister."
Little Baby was too young to pronounce the words clearly, the trembling sounds he made had a soft, milky voice that made people's hearts tremble.
"Not La La, follow your sister, Qing, Luo, Qing, Luo."
Su Qingluo playfully pinched Little Baby's tender cheeks, continuing to shake the dried sweet potato, tirelessly teaching him.
"La La."
Helpless, Little Baby couldn't learn it right away and could only repeatedly make the same sounds.
"Qing, Qing. Repeat after your sister, green, green grass."