Wang Yitong looked at her youngest son's red eyes, his expression of wanting to cry but holding back, and she felt bad too; her eyes also reddened.

But she knew she couldn't spoil her youngest son too much, otherwise he would eventually cause big problems if he didn't change his impatient habits.

However, seeing her youngest son like this, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. In the past, their living conditions were very poor, and they could never afford things like pork cracklings. Now that her son suddenly saw them, it was understandable that he was excited and shouted out loud. Actually, she couldn't blame him.

Thinking of this, Wang Yitong put down the basin in her hand, wiped her hands, and immediately picked up Xiao Mingchen. While gently patting his back, she said apologetically, "Mingchen, it was my tone that was bad. I'm sorry."

Upon hearing his mother Wang Yitong's words, Ye Mingchen, who was still sobbing, immediately burst into loud sobs.

"He didn't want to cry, but somehow he just couldn't help it."

"Maybe he really is a crybaby."

"Or perhaps it's because my mother's embrace is too warm," Ye Mingchen thought to himself.

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After being coaxed by his mother, Xiao Mingchen took a bowl of pork cracklings that his mother had sizzled out and excitedly called Zilin to go find Yingbao to share them.

Before sharing, he swallowed hard and set the pork cracklings aside.

"Zilin, get up quickly and wash up." Ye Mingchen called to Ye Zilin from the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Get up, get up quickly..." Ye Mingchen called several times, but Zilin just turned over halfway through and went back to sleep, like a dead pig.

They really are somewhat similar to the kind of people the older generation describes as "a dead pig that isn't afraid of boiling water."

Of course, our little Mingchen wouldn't actually scald Zilin with boiling water. He's just a crybaby, not brainless.

Ye Mingchen went out and filled a basin with half a basin of water. He put a towel in it, wrung it out, and began to wash his face.

After tidying himself up, he soaked the towel in the basin again, but this time he didn't wring it out much. He carried the basin to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), took out the towel, squeezed it slightly, and then slapped it on Ye Zilin's face.

Ye Zilin still hadn't woken up.

Ye Mingchen: "..."

It seemed he had some tricks up his sleeve, so he ran to the yard again with the basin, poured out the water, and drew half a bucket of water from the well and poured it into the washbasin.

"Haha, this time it's a real cold shower. If Zilin doesn't wake up soon, I'm going to unleash my ultimate move." Ye Mingchen's lips curled into a wicked smile, while he was secretly thinking to himself.

Ye Zilin, who was sleeping, had no idea about all that; he was still half asleep.

...

Xiao Mingchen returned to the room and continued to repeat the same actions. "Hiss hiss hiss... Slip!" It was too cold. He felt cold even when he put the towel down. If Zilin still didn't wake up, he would really admire him, and he would be in awe.

So, he only had one option left... "Hehe, the idea of ​​that method makes you feel like you're soaring into the sky, incredibly exhilarating, much like the phrase 'heart soaring and cool to the core'."

Fortunately, Zilin was still very aware of the danger, or rather, he was afraid of the cold. Ye Mingchen suddenly slapped the still dripping towel over his face.

Ye Zilin's behavior was completely different from before, when she had simply turned over and continued sleeping without moving at all.