"Look at the children, they look really good, just like when Ping'an was just born, so pure and white. Look at these eyelines, they must be big eyes, and look at these little hands and feet, they must be tall lads."
"Quick, look at these two sleeping poses. They're just too cute, even knowing how to clench their fists."
Watching Mother Zhang and the others boast, with his son having that proud look as if having a little brother brought him glory, Zhang Guoqing was speechless. He nervously took another look at the children.
Newborn babies have swollen eyelids, and eye discharge. Especially with their entire bodies red, looking like a little old man with wrinkles, plus they still have lanugo and vernix, truly not pretty.
Looking at the rosy-cheeked Ping'an, remembering how it felt to be a new father, recalling how the child looked back then, he suddenly felt much more in agreement with what Mother Zhang and the others said.
