Feng Qingxue held Xibao's hand and shook it at Chen Xueniang, "Baby, say thank you, thank you, Aunt Chen."
"Mama!" Xibao turned around and nestled into her bosom, squirming back and forth, his split-crotch pants revealing his chubby little buttocks.
Chen Xueniang, knowing that Xibao started speaking late, didn't mind and laughed as she stuffed a small brocade bag into the pocket of Xibao's coat. The coat was made from red cloth with white flowers, and Zhou Yulan had considerately sewn a small square pocket on the right side for Xibao to store things, "Xibao, when will you be able to say more words? You're already a year old."
Xibao turned around, stared at her, and said nothing.
"Stupid baby!" Feng Qingxue playfully scolded him with a laugh.
He walked very steadily, but learned to speak exceptionally slowly. All he could say was "Mama," and occasionally "Nai".
This "Nai" did not mean "grandmother," but referred to milk powder.