Little Dudu was usually very easy to talk to, except when he was hungry and got a bit grouchy. He could enjoy himself all alone on the kang bed, kicking his legs around and babbling away, or continuously blowing bubbles, making his bib in front of him all wet. It needed to be changed several times a day.
Every member of the family adored Dudu dearly, even Grandpa Mu, who usually had a stern face, would bloom into a chrysanthemum smile at the sight of Dudu, planting several firm kisses on the chubby little face.
Grandpa Mu was already 80 years old. When he first arrived, he was so frail that he could barely walk, and he looked so spiritless it was worrisome. But now, with Qiong Wine to nourish him, he gradually regained his vitality, and the wrinkles on his face diminished quite a bit. He looked as if he could easily live another twenty years.
