Can Can ate her fill of all three flavors – sour, sweet, and spicy – ​​during this meal, except for bitter ones. It was quite a rich meal.

After the meal, to soothe his "wounded" heart, his aunt specially made him some milk powder and let him drink it slowly on the sofa.

The younger brother, afraid of meeting his "anger" directly, cleaned up the dishes and went back to his study to work.

Can Can held a cup in one hand and patted the milk jar in the other. Her aunt went upstairs to move the computer; she was going to start working in the living room later.

Can Can finished the last sip of milk, stood up from the sofa, went back to the kitchen, stood on a small stool, washed the cup himself, and put it on the stove. Only after doing all this did he return to the living room.

Just then, his uncle finished his work and came out. He walked to the sofa and waved to him: "Come here, let your uncle play games with you."

Can Can instantly forgot the bad things her uncle had just done, went over and snuggled affectionately into his arms, waiting for her uncle to play the games on TV with her.

Soon, her aunt came down with her computer. Shen Jiazhou turned to look at her and said, "Didn't I tell you to work in the study? That way you won't have to run up and down the stairs with your computer."

Wen Shuqiao said, "No need, my working hours aren't long either."

She remained seated at the dining table, ensuring that Can Can would see her as soon as she turned around.

Shen Jiazhou went along with her, and after turning his gaze away, he chose a Super Mario game and played it with Can Can.

The game's sound effects gradually overlapped with Wen Shuqiao's keyboard sounds, and occasionally Cancan would blurt out a few exclamations of surprise, such as "Oh dear!" or "Wow!"

After clearing another round, Can Can couldn't help but lean back and sit directly in her uncle's lap, placing her little hands on the game controller, ready to play a game by herself.

Shen Jiazhou was acting as a support, holding the game controller for him. Can Can stared at the TV without blinking. When the character was about to jump, he couldn't help but lift his body up and then sit down with a thud.

"Baby, don't you have any idea how heavy you are?" Shen Jiazhou couldn't help but lightly pat his bottom: "You're playing a game, the characters move around, what are you moving?"

Who knew that such a "light" touch on his butt would cause the figure to fall off with a "plop".

Shen Jiazhou quickly said, "The game is broken, let's play another round."

He started over nimbly. Can Can was about to get angry, but Shen Jiayi interrupted her, and she even forgot why she was angry. The anger was nipped in the bud.

Cancan focused intently on pressing the buttons on the controller.

Shen Jiazhou breathed a sigh of relief. Great! The Nth "world" war was silently resolved!

He thought of something and turned to look at the dining table, only to meet Wen Shuqiao's smiling eyes.

She noticed that Shen Jiazhou was looking at her, but she didn't look away. Instead, she held up two fingers and pointed them in front of her eyes to indicate that she had seen everything.

Shen Jiazhou felt his face burning again, like a cat whose tail had been lightly stepped on. He turned his head back and thought to himself, "So what if she saw it? This is called prevention. If Cancan causes a scene, Wen Shuqiao will be the one to clean up the mess!"

He convinced himself and turned to look at Wen Shuqiao, but Wen Shuqiao had already focused her attention on the computer screen.

Shen Jiazhou pursed his lips. Her indifference made his state of mind seem as winding as a mountain road.

With his tongue tracing across his teeth, Shen Jiazhou hugged Can Can tighter, lowered his head slightly, and gently bit Can Can's shoulder.

Can Can moved her shoulders perfunctorily, ignoring him.

After he finishes playing the game, he can go to his aunt to complain!

*

The next day, Can Can looked dejected as she walked into the classroom, holding Teacher Lily's hand.

As soon as she sat down, An'an eagerly came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Can Can shook her head: "I don't want to go to kindergarten."

An'an couldn't help but laugh, and like a little adult, she patted his shoulder: "You're not used to it yet?"

Can Can blinked, didn't speak, and silently took out a bottle of milk from her schoolbag and handed it to An An.

An'an asked in surprise, "For me?"

Can Can nodded: "It's delicious milk. I asked my aunt to make you some."

He had already finished his; it was fragrant and sweet, and he wanted to drink more.

An'an took the milk, which had been in his schoolbag and was still warm. He touched the bottle and tears welled up in his eyes.

Can Can was startled: "An An, why are you crying?"

An An wiped her tears with her arm: "I'm just touched."

"Does being moved mean you have to cry?" Can Can asked, puzzled.

"You don't understand. You'll understand when you grow up to be my age." An'an is already four and a half years old, several months older than Can Can.

He continued, "I'm the one who brings food for the other children."

But none of the other children had ever brought him milk before; this was the first time he had ever received milk from his best friend.

I was touched. He didn't bring anything for Can Can to eat, and Can Can's family didn't even have a nanny, yet he was still willing to share with me.

An'an opened the milk and gulped it down in no time.

He put the milk bottle down and said confidently, "Can Can, from now on, your problems are my problems. If you have any questions, come to me, and I'll get them done for you!"

"Can you help me not go to kindergarten?" Can Can asked expectantly.

An An's spirits instantly plummeted: "No, because I'm in kindergarten too."

Can Can: ...

I'll just be a grumpy mushroom.