Little Nuomi's tears were falling pitter-patter; being bullied once was bad enough, but it happened twice.
She buried her little head deep into Qiao An's embrace, and began to cry with soft whimpers.
Qiao An gave Mu Jingxi a look that said, "See, you've made her cry again."
Mu Jingxi was at a loss, frozen in place. What to do? His precious daughter is upset, how to comfort her?
How to comfort his precious daughter?
He had no experience...
"Little Nuomi, want some shrimp?"
"Whimper... yes."
In the face of delicacies, Little Nuomi had no restraint; she opened her little mouth with an "ah" sound, and Mu Jingxi fed her a shrimp.
Little Nuomi was very satisfied, just like Qiao An, both fond of eating shrimp.
After swallowing a mouthful, with an "ah" she opened her mouth again, waiting to be fed.
Mu Jingxi smiled, seemingly finding the way to pacify his daughter.
Such a little foodie, easy to please.
