Jiang Wumei had finished half a bowl of porridge, and the little one, watching her eat, had scooted forward to join in the fun. Seeing his curious little eyes, Jiang Wumei asked with a smile if he was hungry. An'er patted his small tummy and replied in a soft, sweet voice:
"A little hungry. An'er wants the porridge in Mother's hand."
Jiang Wumei couldn't help but chuckle, and simply fed the remainder of the bowl to the child. Once he was full, An'er grew sleepy. Watching his little head bobbing, Qingzhi whispered to Jiang Wumei:
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