Lu Jiang quickly fetched a nappy and came back to the bed, holding the nappy while waiting for his son to finish feasting before making the swap.
Xibao finished his milk very quickly and was then placed on his back on the bed.
"Uh!" Xibao kicked his legs a couple of times, seemingly perplexed as to why his soft and comforting mother wasn’t holding him anymore. He squeezed a tiny fist into his mouth and started blinking his innocent big eyes, "Ah ah!" he cried.
The room was toasty from a brazier that was continuously burning. Only a tiny slit was left open at the window for ventilation, keeping the room as warm as spring.
Previously, Xibao wore a cotton jumpsuit to sleep at night, but as it wasn’t convenient now, Feng Qingxue dressed him in a woolen outfit she had knitted herself. Underneath, he wore a set of thermal underwear – traditional Chinese style long johns with an open crotch.
Changing nappies wasn’t a meticulous process. Without hesitation, Lu Jiang proudly set about the task of removing the soiled nappy from between his son’s legs.
There he was, kneeling in front of his son, unfortunately right in the boy’s line of sight. Little Fatty quickly expressed his displeasure, kicking his legs around as if he was pedaling a bicycle. His little fatty body was trembling, with every detail visible through his woolen outfit and thermal underwear. He started to whine loudly and pitifully, competing with the wails of a banshee.
Lu Jiang was caught off guard when out of nowhere, a stream of pee shot out from between the two chubby legs, aiming directly at his face.
"Watch out!" Feng Qingxue, who had just finished buttoning her blouse, shouted. She had just changed into clean clothes!
Lu Jiang, with his quick reflexes, swiftly used the removed nappy as a shield, tipping it slightly to catch all the pee. Consequently, the already wet nappy became a lot wetter, but at least the bedding and their clothes escaped unscathed. "How was that? Pretty slick, right?" Lu Jiang proudly said, before tossing the nappy into the laundry basket by the end of the bed, intending to wash it after dinner.
Feng Qingxue let out a sigh of relief and chuckled, "You, honestly!"
She gave him a playful slap, "Quickly tuck the new nappy in. It’s so cold now, the nappy will definitely be chilly."
She showed him how to fold the nappy, folding it in layers until it was a rectangular shape. One end slipped underneath Xibao’s tiny bottom in his trousers, with the other end covering his little belly.
The nappy was indeed a bit cold, and Xibao was unhappy, crying out in protest.
"You little stinker!" Ruining your dad’s plans as soon as he saw you!
Lu Jiang was itching to spank him, but he didn’t dare, so he could only watch helplessly as his wife tenderly took the baby into her arms. After soothing the baby to stop crying, she gently dressed him in a flower-patterned padded jacket, suspenders over the flower-patterned padded pants, fur-covered booties, and lastly, put on a lifelike tiger head hat.
Little Fatty looked just as dignified as the tiger printed on his hat.