When Song Zhiyuan arrived at Chunhui Hall, Song Ci was helping the toddler, Dan Ge'er, sit and play. She was shaking a rattle-drum with one hand, enticing the little fellow to reach out and grab the beads. Unable to catch them, his little bottom bounced up and down as he protested with babbling.
Song Ci chuckled, saying, "You little bean bun, you're so impatient and quick-tempered. If you don't learn patience, what will you do in the future?"
"Mother, you're already predicting his future?" Song Zhiyuan entered the room just in time to hear this sentence.
Song Ci pointed to him and said to Dan Ge'er, "Dan Ge'er, your father's here."
Spring Fen helped Song Zhiyuan remove his cloak, and he warmed up by the charcoal brazier before walking over to the Arhat bed, kicking off his deer-skin boots. He looked at the young boy, "Dan Ge'er can already sit up now?"
