"Yes, Nuonuo, go pick one," Li Xiu said to his daughter with a smile, holding up one finger. Nuonuo could now walk while holding onto things and could also say "daddy," "mommy," and her own name. She had been well-raised by him and Zhou Lian; she might be mischievous, but she wouldn't cry and throw unreasonable tantrums.
Perhaps because she was in a hurry, Nuonuo dropped to her belly on the kang bed and started crawling. She picked up the items Li Xiu had laid out one by one, playing with each for a moment before finally clutching a book and refusing to let go.
