Mrs. Yao was not unaware, but now she felt stifled and needed to vent. Sighing, she asked, "Where's Nannan?" Somehow, Mrs. Yao had come to believe that Manman was more reliable than her own two sons. After all is said and done, having a daughter who warms the heart is true; sons, once they get wives, they drift away. Only a daughter will share her mother's grievances and enemies.
"Xixi has an upset stomach today. She's holding him and trying to get the little one to sleep," said Mrs. Lu, seeing her mother-in-law peering in.
"How is the child having stomach issues again?"
"Xixi loves to kick off his covers. No matter how many I put on, he'll kick them off in the middle of the night. His dad even says he has the potential to be on the national soccer team because he kicks those blankets like they're a ball."
Hearing Mr. Jiang, the young master, say that, you know the child's ailment is not serious, probably just a mild case of diarrhea at worst.
