As if expected yet unexpected, something happened. Xiao Mingchen suddenly sat up, without washing his face or brushing his teeth, and hastily put on his clothes before running towards the destination that had woken him up.

When he rushed in, Wang Yitong was startled and almost spilled the flour in her hand. She said earnestly, "Ye Mingchen, can't you do things a little slower or more steadily?"

Xiao Mingchen shook his head, intending to say no, but under the pressure of his mother's gaze, he forced himself to change his mind and said, "No...no, that's impossible, Mother, I...I will definitely change, I will never be so reckless again."

It's hard to say how much of this can be believed, but Wang Yitong is quite satisfied with her youngest son's attitude at the moment.

So, while kneading the flour in the basin, she asked, "Mingchen'er, why are you in the kitchen so early in the morning without combing your hair, washing your face, brushing your teeth, or dressing properly?"

Xiao Mingchen blushed and clutched his clothes, asking shyly, "Mom, um...Mom, did you make something delicious?"

When asked, Xiao Mingchen simply adopted a nonchalant attitude, seemingly displaying the boldness of a "newborn calf not afraid of death." However, his slightly closed eyes and trembling hands revealed that he was actually a coward.

Wang Yitong: "..."

She couldn't help but worry. Her youngest son was a crybaby and had a sweet tooth. Would he ever be able to get married? Would he even fight with her own child for food after they had a baby?

This comes from a mother's current understanding of her child, as well as her worries and anxieties about the child's future.

Clearly, Wang Yitong had forgotten that her youngest son had said he wouldn't get married.

After waiting for a while, Xiao Mingchen still didn't hear his mother's voice. He opened his eyes and looked up. He saw his mother kneading dough, as if she were a monk meditating and in deep concentration. She couldn't see or hear anything else.

After waiting for a long time, his mother still didn't speak. Xiao Mingchen was really uncomfortable with the smell, so he moved uncontrollably towards the pot that was emitting the fragrance.

Xiao Mingchen moved quietly, his eyes darting around as he stared at Wang Yitong, wanting to say something. But seeing that Wang Yitong didn't react, he fell silent and boldly lifted the cloth covering the pork cracklings.

"Ahhhhh... Mom, is it really pork cracklings?" Ye Mingchen kept exclaiming in disbelief.

Wang Yitong rubbed her ears, which were a little numb from being yelled at. Her face turned pale and then flushed. She silently repeated to herself, "She's my own child, I can't hit her," before suppressing her anger and patiently saying again:

"Ye Mingchen, how many times have I told you? To be more mature and steady? Why won't you listen? Why do you always forget what your mother says?"

As Wang Yitong spoke, she became increasingly unable to control her surging anger.

However, in the end, she couldn't bring herself to hit her youngest son, Ye Mingchen.

Xiao Mingchen sniffed, feeling a little like crying, but he held it back: "Mom, I just haven't seen... or eaten pork cracklings in so long, I'm a little excited. I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to shout."

"I didn't mean to scare you, Mother."

"I'm sorry." Xiao Mingchen's voice choked with emotion, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.