His son is over four years old, and as his father, he finally has the chance to heat up a cup of milk for his son. How could he possibly give up this opportunity for nothing?

Besides, the chef's skills are much better than his. If the chef heats up the milk for his son the first time, and then the son insists on having the chef heat it up for him every time, wouldn't he, as the father, be completely disliked?

Then the little guy will definitely snort again and say, "Idiot, you can't even heat up a glass of milk properly!"

Yan Han was completely unaware that on his son's very first day back, he had already placed himself in a very low position. Or rather, he was aware of it, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

After all, his son had been in the world for more than four years, and this was the first time he, as the father, had done something for him. So, even if his son's request was unreasonable, he would probably agree. Besides, all his son wanted was a cup of hot milk.

He didn't want to delegate such a simple task to others.

However, heating milk is indeed an incredibly simple task; even a kitchen idiot like Young Master Yan, who never sets foot in the kitchen, can heat milk perfectly.

He carried the milk on a tray to the little guy, who glanced at him and obediently said, "Thank you!"

Yet, still, there was no title!

After his earlier humiliation and severe setback, Yan Han was overjoyed to receive a thank you from the young master!

"Baby, let's test the temperature first, so it doesn't burn you!"

Yan Han discovered that many of the words he said were truly spoken off the cuff.

In the past, he always thought that parents who would stand at the dinner table nervously and nag their children about being careful of hot soup or fish bones getting stuck in their throats must be parents who only knew how to spoil their children.

But even today, he watched his son pick up the milk and was about to drink it, and without even thinking, he blurted out his words of advice.

It seems that caring for one's children and constantly worrying about them is not a privilege of parents who spoil their children, but rather a natural instinct of parents.

"Hmm..." The little guy actually responded obediently again.

Yan Han's gaze softened even more as he looked at the little guy.

"Baby, what's your name?"

Yan Han then realized that he still didn't know his son's name. However, the nickname "Baby" seemed quite easy to say, and the little guy didn't seem to mind.

The little guy, with his mouth bulging with milk, stared at him with wide eyes, then shook his head.

Young Master Yan didn't know what his head-shaking meant. Did he not have a name yet? Or did he not want to tell him his name?

"How does Mommy call the baby?"

Now, Yan Han only wanted to learn more about her son in the shortest amount of time, and then slowly try to find out about her mother from him.

The little guy blinked his big eyes and swallowed the milk he had in his mouth with a gulp.

"Baby……"

Yan Hange only realized at a moment that Zhu Qianying also called the little guy "Baby".

Could it be that he really didn't choose a name?

He thought that Zhu Qianying would definitely help his son name his son something like "Zhu XX", after all, she hated him so much back then.

It is absolutely impossible for him to let his son take the surname Yan.

Of course, even if she really was like that, he couldn't blame her for anything. In short, he deserved it all.

"Besides the baby, what else?"

Yan Han held back for a long time, but in the end, he couldn't help but ask again.

This time, the little guy ignored him again, put down the glass of milk he had drunk most of, picked up a chicken wing and stuffed it into his mouth.

The little guy uses chopsticks quite skillfully and nimbly, but no matter how skillful he is, he still seems a bit lost when picking up chicken wings with chopsticks.

Yan Han didn't react at first, until he opened his mouth wide and bit into the chicken wing, and then the two sections got stuck in his little face.

Yan Han burst out laughing, quickly opened the drawer, took out disposable gloves, and then took out a pack of wet towels, which he tore open. "Baby, come here, give your hands to Daddy."

From the moment Yan Han took out the gloves, the baby understood Yan Han's intention. Looking down at his large hand that was half-open, the baby didn't put his little hand on it. Instead, he reached out and took the wet towel, first wiping his face and mouth, then folding it and wiping his hands.

This movement is exactly the same as Zhu Qianying's.

Yan Han recalled that in the past, Zhu Qianying always complained that he was fussy and wasteful, saying that one wet towel would be enough to clean the area, so why did he have to use two?

"Young master, here are your noodles."

Uncle Hai's voice interrupted Yan Han's recollection.

By this time, the little guy had already wiped his hands clean, picked up the gloves, and put them on himself.

The gloves were all the same size, and even adults usually found them too big. When the little guy put his tiny hand in them, they were too big and looked particularly funny.

The little guy probably realized this himself, turning his hand over and over to look at it a few times, then handed it to Uncle Hai, blinking his eyes and saying, "Grandpa Hai, look, my hand is so small!"

The scorching heat and freezing cold are so disheartening!

Mingming, he was sitting right next to the little guy. Mingming, I even warmed up some milk for him, gave him the wet towel, and gave him the gloves.

He, on the contrary, didn't show his father, who was wearing gloves, what he looked like, but instead showed it to Grandpa Hai.

Uncle Hai first glanced cautiously at the young master, and then reached out and grabbed the young master's hand. "Yes, the young master's hands are really small. Come on, put your hands in Daddy's hands and let's see whose hands are bigger!"

Uncle Hai's original intention was to create some opportunities for the father and son to interact, although he was not quite sure why the young master was so hostile towards the young master.

But judging from what he saw, the young master was probably angry that the young master hadn't fulfilled his responsibilities as a father over the years.

As for why the young master was over four years old when he finally brought him home, and why Ying'er, who had been studying abroad for five years, had never returned even once, Uncle Hai wanted to understand these questions, but he didn't have the courage to ask.

Moreover, he knew that even if he asked, he wouldn't get the real answer.

Even the old gentleman and lady couldn't get the answer, so how could the young master possibly tell him, a mere butler, the truth?

After listening to Uncle Hai's words, Yan Han obediently stretched out his hand in front of his son, making sure his palm was facing upwards.

But the little guy didn't give him any face. After pulling his hand back from Uncle Hai, he grabbed the chicken wing and started eating it right away.

The light that had just appeared in Yan Han's eyes dimmed instantly.

She sighed inwardly, raised her hand and rubbed his head. "Chicken wings should be eaten while they're hot. If you want anything else, baby, you can tell Daddy or Grandpa Hai."