At 7:30 in the morning, a draft filled the rental house in the old city, and the plastic sheeting on the broken windows was blown loudly. Feng Shu was dreaming. In the dream, he won the grand prize at the art exhibition. The judges lined up to shake hands with him. He was grinning from ear to ear——
Kicked in the butt.
The little fleshy feet were not very strong, but they kicked the tailbone accurately, causing pain and numbness.
Feng Shu hissed and turned over reflexively.
The second foot followed.
"Dad!"
The third kick.
"Dad!!"
Toyoki resigned himself to his fate. He rubbed his frizzy hair and sat up. Before he could open his eyelids, a small, warm thing rushed into his arms. The five-year-old Qibao had a crotch that was half crooked, and his round eyes were wide open. The little chubby hand held his face and rubbed it hard. When the rubbing was not enough, he used his forehead to nudge his chin.
"Dad! Qibao is hungry! The soy milk is cold!"
Feng Shu pinched the soft knob with two fingers and lifted out the little nub hanging on his body. Qibao was not happy and used his hands and feet to wrap himself around again, like an octopus.
"You should eat it yourself first."
"It's cold!"
"Don't you want to warm it up?"
"Shippo can't reach the microwave."
This is true. The original tenant of this rental house was a tall man who was 1.9 Meters tall. The microwave oven was placed on top of the refrigerator. It was difficult for Maple Tree to reach it with his arms at 1.78 Meters tall, let alone the three-foot-tall winter melon.
Toyoki sighed, put Shippo on the bed, poked her soft round cheek, and made a small pit with his finger. Qibao bared his teeth at him, revealing a small front tooth that was missing.
