The back of the clothes also had an embroidered picture of a child holding a longevity peach, looking very cute.
As the two of them grew older, their features increasingly resembled their father and mother. Now there was no need to worry about wearing different clothes.
"Mama, do I look pretty?" Yangyang, clad in his new clothes, twirled around on the ground like a little girl with a new dress.
"Son, you should ask if you look handsome," Yang Chuxia turned to her son, whose delicate features, cherry-red lips, and slightly chubby baby fat couldn't hide his small but pointed chin. His somewhat round eyes were brimming with laughter, prompting Yang Chuxia to almost blurt out, "Which family's little girl is this? So beautiful."
Sporting a red outfit, it set off his small face to appear rosy white.
It made Yang Chuxia want to tie his hair into two little buns, which would probably make him look even more like a girl.