"Afraid I'll poison you?"

Chi Yuan curled his lips, lowered his eyelashes, and brought the spoon to his lips, sucking the soup from the spoon under Shen Yulou's gaze.

"Plop plop!"

A strange smell.

The little one hugged his father's shoulder, tilting his head up to look at the spoon with curiosity.

The baby thought the soup tasted strange, but couldn't quite put his finger on why.

Glug glug... The little one's mouth says he doesn't want to eat this.

The chubby little boy patted his mouth with his chubby hands, then wrapped his arms around his father's neck and buried his face in his father's shoulder.

"Even the little one doesn't want to drink it, so how bad must it taste?"

Seeing the baby's reaction, Shen Yulou felt even more horrified by Chi Yuan's soup.

"It doesn't taste bad at all; I think it tastes great."

To enhance the credibility of his words, Chi Yuan took a large gulp while holding the bowl.

"It tastes so good?"

Shen Meiren was half-believing and half-doubting, but she took Chi Yuan's spoon, scooped some out, and put it in her mouth.

It's alright. The flavor is quite rich, and you can taste a hint of medicinal herbs. I didn't taste the muttony smell I expected, probably because the deodorizing process was done well.

"Are you sure that the 'Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup' you ordered will work?"

"It's not going to be a combination of technology and grueling work, is it?"

He smacked his lips twice, then hesitated, smelling the aroma in the air.

"Who cares, let's drink first."

"We'll go to the pharmacy later to buy some herbs and brew it ourselves."

Chi Yuan was clearly intrigued by this thought, and he hugged the little one's feet, letting him step on his palms.

"Still drinking? You're really something."

Shen Yulou gave a thumbs-up, his expression indescribable, and got up to take the precious baby from Chi Yuan's arms.

When are we going back to work?

The little one's ears twitched, and his round eyes stared at his father's mouth.

Going to work? Making money.

Dad said he works to earn money so that he can buy milk for the baby!

Why does Dad have to earn money to buy milk for the baby? Can't the baby earn money to buy milk for himself?

"Chirp chirp? Mai~ Mai!"

Can my baby go to work?

My son also wants to make money.

The baby rubbed his chubby face against his father's neck, using his cute little voice to coax him.

"You still want to make money?"

Shen Yulou smiled gently and kissed his eyes.

Do you even know what money is?

"ah!"

Know!

The child raised his hand, imitating his father's gesture of raising his hand to answer questions in class.

It's for buying things for Grandma.

"Buy Grandma's things? What does 'buying Grandma' mean then?"

As Shen Yulou held the little boy in her arms, she watched with a smile as the little guy's eyes went from clear to confused, and then to staring blankly as he gnawed on his chubby fingers.

"Uh-huh……"

What does "buying grandma" mean?

Buying grandma means buying grandma; it means that only after buying grandma can the baby drink grandma's milk.

Seeing that he couldn't stump the kid, Shen Yulou blinked and continued to recite tongue twisters with him.

"Then why can you drink milk only if you buy 'Grandma Baby'? Can't you drink milk if you don't buy 'Grandma Baby'?"

Grandma? Buy grandma? Don't buy grandma?

So many grandmas... huh?

What grandma?

Hearing his father's roundabout words, the little one couldn't remember them or figure them out, and his little brain simply went on strike.

"Hahaha……"

Hearing that even after being confused by her own words, Shen Yulou buried her face in her son's shoulder and chuckled softly.

His shoulders shook from laughing.

It's only fun to tease your own child if you're the one who gave birth to it.

When the baby is thinking, his toes clench and unclench repeatedly.

Chi Yuan looked at the father and son and suddenly said, "Your nails are getting long, baby. It's time to cut your nails."

Shen Yulou's smile hadn't faded yet when he turned to look at the baby's chubby feet.

"Dad, look at your toenails and your hands."

The two fathers looked at each other's hands and feet, and finally concluded that it was indeed time to trim their nails.

"But it's not good to cut his hair while he's awake. We'll cut it when he's asleep."