The little monkey stared at his mother with wide-opened eyes, a look of confusion on his face, yet at that moment, he thought his mother was so beautiful. The sunshine bathed her face, her body, her hair, making her seem like she was shimmering, crystal clear.
"Mommy," the little monkey gazed at her, "are you making fun of me?"
He then lowered his head again.
"I'm not making fun of you—I just think you're so cute that I couldn't help but smile," Qiao Xiguan said, stroking the little monkey's small head, with indulgent tenderness.
The little monkey looked up at his mom, "You don't think I'm really dumb, do you?"
"Of course not, my little monkey is the smartest. He is just more kind-hearted than the others," Qiao Xiguan said earnestly.
The little monkey was surprised.
His mother rarely praised him so straightforwardly.