On the first day of the New Year in 1990, marking the official entry into the early nineties, Cheng Su was awakened early.
The one who woke her up was not anyone beside her, but her precocious son, Xiao Qi, who wanted to use the bathroom instead of wetting his diaper, something he couldn't accept.
Cheng Su, her eyes half-closed, resignedly got up to take him to pee, returned to the room, and tried to lie down for a nap, but Xiao Qi tugged at the hem of her shirt and said, "I'm hungry."
Mother and son exchanged glances, and Cheng Su ultimately gave in, yawning as she took out his bottle, made him a cup of milk, and handed it to him.
"Just this?" Xiao Qi really didn't want powdered milk anymore, although it tasted fine; after all, he's growing up. Adults don't drink milk.
