Little Lin En's delicately carved face turned rosy, the four-year-old child shyly lowered his head, hesitating to speak for a long time.
Sheng Ning thought to herself, dusty and gray, what's "handsome" about that! But hearing people say she and Lin En looked like mother and son made her happy.
"Thank you, I wish for a son as sensible, obedient, cute, and smart as Lin En in my dreams."
She praised Lin En several times, this being the first time he was ever so complimented, his entire face blushed, even his neck turned red.
"Hahaha... so cute."
Chinatown was vast, it being the largest gathering place for Chinese in the whole country. Walking through it, the Eastern architectural style and ancient vibe swept over them. After selling some empty bottles at a recycling station, Little Lin En pulled Sheng Ning's hand like a little adult and walked inside.
The little fellow waited until everyone had walked far away, then quietly raised his head.
"Auntie..."
