"And I knew the child was in poor health, so I didn't let him move too much and let Ping An play with him."
"And we have to keep an eye on him all the time to prevent him from sweating too much."
"And keep his clothes dry at all times." They have learned a lot from taking care of Ping An over the past few days.
"Not bad." The two children were not so reckless. At least they knew how to take good care of the children.
When Ye Jiang heard Zhao Lei's praise, he smiled happily, "Yes, brother, don't worry."
"But I think the child can do some proper exercise. I think his body will get better slowly." Ye Jiang really couldn't understand why a child, especially a boy, had to sit quietly and couldn't run or jump. It was extremely cruel just thinking about it.
Zhao Lei also thinks it is a bit cruel to not allow such a young child to exercise. "It's not our child. We can't arrange how the child should be treated."
Ye Jiang hummed, "I know."
"Okay, let's go." Zhao Lei saw that the fire was almost out, so he went into the house.
When the fire was burning just now, there was a little heat and it wasn't too cold next to me. But soon the fire went out and I felt very cold.
Ah? Can we go now? Is the charcoal ready? Ye Jiang looked at the charcoal that still had some residual flames.
"It's not ready yet. It will be ready in a while." Zhao Lei turned and went into the house.
Wang Juan sat on the ground and told stories to the two children. Ping An listened and kept asking various questions.
Lin Zirui didn't say anything, but he frowned occasionally, and it was clear that he had some ideas.
Wang Juan saw Zhao Lei and said, "You are here. Come and tell stories to the two children."
It would be fine if it wasn't just telling stories, there were all kinds of questions. Well, just ask the questions. Some of the questions were not too difficult and she could still answer them. But there were some questions that even though she was considered knowledgeable, she didn't know how to answer them.
Now seeing Zhao Lei, he immediately asked him to come over to help.
Seeing his wife's anxious look, Zhao Lei strode over and took the book from Wang Juan, "Let's continue."
Before he could sit still, Ping An asked him a lot of questions. After thinking for a while, Zhao Lei slowly gave the answers.
Of course he didn't give the answer right away, but slowly guided him, "Little Lin Zirui..." Zhao Lei thought that he couldn't ignore the other child.
"Health." Ping An shouted loudly.
Healthy? Zhao Lei glanced at little Lin Zirui.
"Nickname, same as Ping An." Ping An added.
Zhao Lei understood immediately. Yes, the child was in poor health, and the nickname expressed the parents' expectations for the child.
The couple hopes that their son will be safe and sound, and Lin and his wife hope that their only son will be healthy.
"Okay, I'm healthy. If you have any questions, you can ask." Zhao Lei smiled.
Lin Zirui looked up at Zhao Lei in surprise, but didn't say anything. He had envied Ping An for being able to ask so many questions.
Every time he had something to ask his father, his grandmother would tell him that his parents were busy and would not let him ask, saying that it would disturb his parents and make them worry.
He thought about how worried his parents were every time he was not feeling well. As a sensible child, he knew he should not make a fuss, so he never asked.
He had always thought this was the right thing to do, but now after seeing the interaction between Ping An and Uncle Zhao, he realized there was another way.
Lin Zirui was silent for a long time, and Zhao Lei also did not speak. After all, they were not familiar with him. Perhaps in the children's minds, he was just a stranger.
If Ping An hadn't been there, he felt that the child might not even pay attention to him.
Zhao Lei wanted to continue talking, Ping An stared at Lin Zirui and said seriously, "If you have any questions, you can ask my dad. My dad will help you a lot."
"He will definitely tell us."
"Of course, if he doesn't know, he will tell us."
"If my mom doesn't know something, you can ask my dad. But if my dad doesn't know something, don't ask my mom because she doesn't know it either."
Huh? Lin Zirui looked up at Ping An in surprise, not understanding why he could say that. Wasn't he worried that his parents would be unhappy?
"Yes, so in our family, Dad is the most powerful." Ping An was very proud.
Wang Juan didn't think there was anything wrong with this statement. Instead, she thought it was very correct. "Yes, your father is the best."
She would not be so foolish as to compete for the most powerful person in her son's mind. You have to know that this will cost a lot.
She really doesn't need this kind of false reputation, and isn't it normal for the child's father to be powerful? There is nothing wrong with this statement.
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