Qiao Qingyu simply stretched out her hand and lifted the child out, surprised to find the child imitating her by reaching out to pinch her cheeks.
Qiao Qingyu did not dodge; the child's chubby little hand had four dimples on the back and round nails. The child touched her and then giggled.
When he laughed, his hands waved, and his legs kicked straight out.
Fang Xiaomei, standing beside, said, "This child, seeing someone pretty, really likes to wave his hands and feet."
Qiao Qingyu glanced at her, "Look how pleased you are." Then she picked him up and bobbed him, "Your child is really chubby."
"Yeah, might be he's eaten well."
"I just remembered something. I've brought you a can of milk powder. It's in my bag; you can get it yourself. Add just a small spoonful each time. This milk powder is from Mobei Prairie; the quality is quite good."
"Thank you so much," Fang Xiaomei hurriedly took out the can of milk powder.