After breakfast, I accompanied the little fellow to play on the crawling mat. Grandpa and Grandma went for a walk. Mr. Fu went to work. Mrs. Fu sat on the sofa. She learned how to knit Ruirui's clothes. Looking at the course on the flat, she learned how to knit while doing it. However, it was too complicated to knit a scarf.

Looked back at my precious son, missing for a few days, Xiao Ruirui in my family was a little taller, and his five features were more like Fu Zhimei.

Looked at him, infinitely melancholy, did not it mean that his son was like a mother? Why this little...