Xiao Bao burst into tears.
"Mom, don't you want me anymore?"
Song Yanzhi was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant and couldn't help but laugh: "Why would you say that?"
"That's how it is in other families. They buy her new clothes and treat her to good food, and then they don't want her anymore."
"I don't want good food anymore, I don't want new clothes anymore, please don't abandon me."
Xiao Bao started sobbing sadly.
"Silly boy, how could Mommy abandon you? You just have diarrhea. I told you not to drink cold milk this morning, did you forget?" Song Yanzhi stroked her son's soft hair, which had grown quite long. It seemed she would have to find time to cut it.
Xiao Bao was stunned. His mother had mentioned this during the day, but he had forgotten about it and finished drinking it.
Could it be because you drank cold milk that you vomited?
He nodded, looking blankly at Song Yanzhi, "Then Mom, you won't abandon me, right?"
"Of course, you are my little baby, how could Mommy abandon you?"
Song Yanzhi hugged him tenderly.
Xiao Bao was immediately happy. His previously listless face seemed to have been brightened up by a paintbrush. He struggled to get off Song Yanzhi and said, "I'll go sweep the floor, Mom."
Sure enough, now that I can do housework, my mom loves me more and more.
He will work harder to help with housework in the future and will never go out to play alone again.
Xiao Bao thought for a moment, then went to find a shovel, painstakingly scooped up some mud from the side, covered his vomit with it, waited a while, and then shoveled it into the trash can outside.
Smelling the aroma, he ran back into the house, took out his little toothbrush, and brushed his teeth carefully until the bad smell was gone.
"Dinner's ready."
Song Yanzhi called out to her son, and Xiao Bao spat out the water in his mouth, kicked his short legs and ran inside to help Song Yanzhi serve the dishes.
"Mom, let me help you."
Song Yanzhi handed it to him with a smile, and seeing him turn around and run towards the dining table, she immediately said, "Xiao Bao, slow down."
As Xiao Bao ran, he turned back and said, "Mom, I'm running very fast, it's okay."
The next second, "smack!" she bumped into Pei Jichuan, who was walking out of the house.
Both children fell backward at the same time and landed on their bottoms.
The plate fell to the ground and spun around several times before stopping.
Vegetables were scattered all over the ground.
Song Yanzhi: "..."
Both children were eventually punished by being made to sweep the floor and do laundry before Song Yanzhi allowed them to eat.
Song Yanzhi was worried that Xiaobao would feel uncomfortable if he ate too much, so she didn't let him eat much and even cooked millet porridge for him.
The millet porridge was fragrant and sticky, and he drank it so much that he couldn't lift his head. If Song Yanzhi hadn't been watching him, he probably would have swallowed the whole thing without even chewing it.
Xiao Bao felt unsatisfied after finishing his meal, but his mother wouldn't let him eat anymore.
He could only watch the two of them eat while licking the millet in his bowl clean. By the time they finished, his bowl was so shiny it was practically reflecting light.
Next, one child washed the dishes, and the other mopped the floor.
Song Yanzhi went into the kitchen and started looking at the elementary school English book she had received that day.
After all, I have class tomorrow, and even though it's very simple, I still need to take a look at it.
Because she wasn't taught English in elementary school; she only started learning it in middle school.
She had only seen a few of the elementary school textbooks in her previous life's books with her two children, but because she didn't pay much attention to them back then, she taught them privately, and both children learned very well.
Now, naturally, I need to look at the textbook.
This job is great for her. She can dedicate time to studying and taking care of her baby. The main advantage is that the school is right next to the childcare center, so she can see her baby immediately if anything happens.
Xiao Bao finished washing the dishes and ran in, wiping himself as he ran.
The bad habits still haven't been corrected.
He saw Song Yanzhi sitting on a stool looking at a drawing book, trying hard to stand on tiptoe to see it.
The above is also a dialogue, but I can't understand what it says.
He only knows a few characters and has never been exposed to English.
But upon closer inspection, it looks very familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before.
Xiao Bao turned around and started rummaging through drawers and cabinets.
Hearing the sound behind him, Song Yanzhi couldn't help but notice. Turning around, he saw Xiao Bao with his bottom sticking out, half of his body stuffed into the box, his clothes all messed up, seemingly rummaging through something.
"Xiao Bao, what are you doing?"
Xiao Bao wiggled his bottom and poked his head out from the pile of clothes, his hair a mess, and handed a book to Song Yanzhi, saying, "Mom, look, it's the same as this one."
He pointed to the book in Song Yanzhi's hand.
Song Yanzhi looked over, then paused.
These are books she left behind from her school days.
High school English textbooks.
She really liked English back then, so when she married into the family, she didn't leave it at home and brought it with her.
But then life got busy, and I didn't have time to study, so I forgot about it over time.
If Xiaobao hadn't found it, she would have forgotten that she even had such a book.
It's so strange, I've had this book in here for who knows how long, how did Xiaobao know it was in there?
She was a little surprised, but seeing Xiao Bao's happy expression, she asked him, "Xiao Bao, do you want to learn this?"
Xiao Bao immediately nodded: "Yes, Mom, what is this? Can Xiao Bao learn it?"
"Of course he can learn it. If he learns it, Xiao Bao will be very capable. Maybe he can even become a diplomat in the future and let his mother enjoy a better life," Song Yanzhi said with a smile.
Xiao Bao's eyes immediately lit up and he said, "Mom, I want to study, I want to be an official, so that Mom can enjoy a better life."
"Okay, then Mom will teach you."
The little one's eyes sparkled, and he looked up at Song Yanzhi and praised, "Mom is so amazing, Mom can do everything."
His mother had previously taught him to write numbers and recognize characters, which was more than what the teacher in the preschool class taught him.
Now his mother is teaching him this, and he can become an official.
Moms these days are so much better than before. I wish moms could stay like this forever!
Seeing his delighted little face, Song Yanzhi's heart melted: "You're amazing if I teach you, but if Mommy doesn't teach you, you're not amazing?"
Xiao Bao immediately shook his head, "Whether Mom teaches me or not, I'm still amazing."
Song Yanzhi felt incredibly sweet inside and pinched his little face: "My little treasure is getting better and better at talking."
After saying that, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Xiao Bao was stunned for a moment, then covered her face, which had been kissed by Song Yanzhi, with her little hands and smiled shyly.
His mother kissed him again; the last time she kissed him, he didn't even realize it.
Seeing the little smile on his face, Song Yanzhi's heart melted. He hugged the boy and taught him to sing an English song.
Pei Jichuan, who was writing in the next room, stopped what he was doing, followed the sound to the door, and listened curiously.
Li Yuehua arrived at the family compound with a weary expression. It wasn't her first time there; everyone outside recognized her and knew she was Song Yanzhi's mother, so they let her in.
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