"Oh my, my two little babies, only one month old and already so heavy!" Beitang Yao let out a soft sigh; both of them were chubby little dumplings.
"Pfft—" Someone around the crib suddenly laughed. It was Du Ziheng. Holding his stomach, he said, "Yao, the way you're acting makes me think of one word: stay-at-home dad!"
If he hadn't said anything it'd be fine, but once Du Ziheng spoke up, everyone turned their eyes to Beitang Yao. He was wearing a white dress shirt and charcoal gray slacks, with two babies in his arms. He really did look like he had the potential to be a full-time dad.
"Du Ziheng, if you've got nothing better to do don't talk nonsense. No one's treating you like a mute." The one speaking now was Ji Shiyou, who had her arm hooked through Du Ziheng's. After she finished, she also laughed. "What stay-at-home dad? He's totally a stay-at-home dad!"
