Miao Jing wiped the corners of her eyes and patted Da Bao on his head. "Da Bao, this is grandpa." Old Zhai spent as much time at home as his son. To the triplets, Zhai Sheng was a stranger, so was Old Zhai.
"Come, San Bao. Let me carry you." Old Master Zhai, who had had his porridge, wiped his mouth, looking energetic and feeling very proud of himself. He clapped his hands at San Bao.
San Bao widened her mouth. Under the auntie's help, she ran toward Old Master Zhai with her two short legs and was carried into Old Master Zhai's arms.
San Bao did not fidget in Old Master Zhai's embrace. Instead, she shifted her bottom to find a comfortable position in his embrace. When she finally settled down, there was a satisfied smile on her face. She drew her small fingers on the table, telling Old Master Zhai that she wanted to eat as well.
