"You all should go back to your rooms and get some rest. I want to take a nap." After tidying up, Xiao'er said.
Yang Liu and Yang Mei left to clean up their own places.
When Xiao'er was the only one left in the room, she entered the space, fed her children, then brought them out of the space and placed them on the bed. "My treasures, there's no one around now, come out and play!"
The children could already sit stably, playing with a pile of toys on the bed.
The children started to interact with each other, always picking up toys from the bed to hand to each other. Qingqing picked up a little wooden doll, gnawed at it a few times, realized that it was inedible, and passed it to Xiao'er. Xiao'er took it, wiped the saliva on its face dry with a handkerchief, and handed it back to her.
She accepted it, glanced at it, and then passed it to her brother next to her. Then she picked up a rattle from the bed and shook it vigorously. As the rattle rang, she herself also laughed giggle.