In the garden, Ling was holding a tortoiseshell cat, stroking it gently.
She was having a good time, but then a thought struck her, and Ling put the little kitten down.
She asked Mei Wanying, "Mommy, will Little Mei Hua be upset?"
She herself would get upset if her mother held another child.
If she held someone else's Little Raccoon, Little Mei Hua might also be upset.
Ling grew a little nervous.
Before Mei Wanying could answer, she hid her small hands behind her back. "I won't hold it anymore!"
The little kitten liked Ling. It wobbled over and rubbed against her small, embroidered shoes.
Ling didn't know whether to stay or go.
Like a little adult, she held her head and said, "This little thing is such a headache..."
Mei Wanying: "..."
'Where on earth did this little one learn to say such things?'
Ling said, "My Little Mei Hua will get angry. Don't lean on me."
She took a small step back, but the kitten meowed and snuggled up to her again.
It really liked Ling!
