At dinner time, Lu Ya and Zheng Xiaoxuan came back.
In the living room, Lu Ya was teaching Lu Liang hands-on how to hold the baby, while she instructed, "The child is young, and although her memory is limited, she's very perceptive. Even if you're busy, it's best to spend some time with her, or else she might forget you. As she grows up, she might not be very close to you."
"Am I holding her like this correctly?"
Lu Liang gave a grunt, his arms and legs extremely stiff. The little one had just fallen asleep, so he didn't dare to make a move.
Lu Ya couldn't help but laugh, "Relax a bit, just make sure you're supporting her bottom, waist, and neck."
Zheng Xiaoxuan came into the kitchen to help and suddenly stared straight at Su Wanyu, feeling very strange, "Where did you go this afternoon?"
"We didn't go anywhere, just took a walk nearby and then came back to cook." Su Wanyu was puzzled as to why she would ask this.
