"Don't cry, don't cry, Fengfeng, be good." Madam Chen was a bit troubled. This little guy always throws a fit and cries when he has to eat; she's somewhat used to it by now.
Xu Mumu rubbed her ears; her little brother's voice was so loud, it sounded very healthy.
Madam Chen coaxed for a while, and only after she threatened to feed him to the big cat did he stop crying.
No one knows how Madam Chen manages to tell the little guy these tales, but somehow, he's particularly afraid of the big cat.
The little guy's cheeks were red, and his eyes were still filled with tears, looking so pitiful, as if no one had given him anything to eat.
"Nai." The little guy leaned against his grandmother, unwilling to move. With no tasty snacks, he felt so disappointed.
"This little brat, who knows where he learned this from. He's so mischievous." Madam Chen disapprovingly poked the little guy's forehead.
The little guy is hard to comfort when crying and a headache when being naughty.
