Ming Mei tentatively asked, "Son, is your little friend... a girl?"
Yousheng: "Mom, how did you know?"
Ming Mei put down her hand, well, turns out the child really is a little girl. Yousheng, at such a tender age, is already fond of pretty girls; what will he be like when he grows up?
Ming Mei asked, "Is the little girl quite pretty?"
Yousheng nodded: "Uh-huh... Mom, how do you know everything?"
Ming Mei sighed longingly: "Have you forgotten about your little sister Zhuzhu?"
"No, I haven't?"
"Does having Zhuzhu mean you can't have other little sisters?"
Yousheng's words left Ming Mei unsure of how to respond; she really wanted to ask her son, at your age, how many good little sisters do you want?
Ming Mei rubbed her forehead: "Son, as a man you shouldn't..."
