On this day, Ding Jinshi finally found the opportunity to bring her young daughter who had just learned to speak to the small garden. She adopted a posture indicating she wanted to negotiate. "Ding Baobei, sit properly. A girl should sit with poise. Stop swinging your little pig feet!"
"Dad says life is short, so live freely. Why can't I even swing my legs?" The little girl looked up at her mother and then corrected her, "Mom, these are legs, not pig feet. I'm not a pig!"
Ding Jinshi gritted her teeth and said, "I heard from Aunt Xi that while mom was at work yesterday, you called dad and said you wanted some pastries from the west side of town, and dad bought them for you?"
"Yeah! Baobei was hungry and dad brought back a small bag!" The little girl nodded honestly.
