In the kitchen, Liu Yunlan and Shi Tou's mother were in a flurry of activity. Liu Yunlan gave the braised chicken in the pot a few stirs, covered it to simmer, and turned back to the cutting board to smash garlic and chop some scallions. Hearing a baby crying outside, she asked worriedly, "Auntie, the baby's crying. Why don't you go check on him? He might be hungry."
Shi Tou's mother was tending the fire. She said nonchalantly, "Didn't I just feed him a little while ago? He can't be hungry that fast. Let him cry. Isn't it normal for babies to cry a bit? You're just like my Qing'er, making a big fuss over nothing, can't stand to hear a baby cry. I've told her several times, but she doesn't listen. There's no point in spoiling him like that."
Liu Yunlan laughed. "My Hulu rarely cries, so I'm not used to the sound. If I have more in the future, I'm afraid I won't have it so easy."
