"You can't eat this." Xu Mumu moved the little one's chubby paw away. He wanted to put everything into his mouth, which made Xu Mumu feel quite overwhelmed.
Unfortunately, the little one was just two months old and couldn't understand what his sister was saying at all.
When his sister didn't allow him to eat, the little one started crying, clearly unhappy.
Xu Mumu threw away the forsythia flowers from the little one's hand to prevent him from grabbing and eating them again.
She carried the little one to the room, wiped away his teary eyes with a cloth, and handed him a bottle. The little one soon forgot about the forsythia flowers and drank from the bottle.
Laughter shimmered in Xu Mumu's eyes; the little one was really quite easy to care for.
After feeding him a bit, Xu Mumu set the bottle aside to keep it warm, planning to give it to him later.
Luckily, the little one wasn't causing a fuss anymore, probably because he was full.
