"Senior sister, when holding the child, you need to support his waist and head. His body is soft, so you can't just hold his arms."
"Look, this is how you support him, then he'll be comfortable."
As he spoke, he gestured with gentle, practiced movements, showing familiarity.
Tang Xichen listened attentively, nodding repeatedly.
Soon after, he patted his chest saying he'd learned, reaching out to take Qin Ping'an from his mother's arms, speaking urgently:
"Mom, I've got it, let me try again."
But Huang Wangyou was somewhat unwilling, gently rocking Qin Ping'an, murmuring:
"Let mom hold him for a bit longer, you're too clumsy, I wouldn't be at ease."
Chen Sheng watched this scene, shaking his head with a smile.
There were many children in the household, yet, except for Qin Ping'an, whether it was Tang Wenhe, Tang Wenya, or other grandchildren, all were the Tang Clan's third generation with memories retained through Chen Sheng's "Dream Order" reflecting reality.
