Chapter 187 The brilliance of maternal love once again triumphs over inertia...
Two weeks later.
Fu Ci returned home, and as soon as he entered the house, he hurriedly looked for his daughter.
He still remembered the question his daughter had asked him half a month ago, and he took this time to thoroughly understand the principles of television imaging so that he could explain them to his daughter.
Little did he know that a two-year-old's memory of some things is like that of a fish; they might forget them as soon as they turn around.
Fu Yu had long forgotten the question she had asked her father half a month ago. When she heard her father say that he would explain to her why people could appear on television, she blinked her big eyes and didn't react for a moment.
Tang Mingli smiled and told him, "The child has already forgotten."
Fu Ci was taken aback. "How could I have forgotten?"
"Kids don't remember things, and it's been half a month since this happened."
Fu Ci thought about it and realized it made sense; it was normal for a child with such a small head that it couldn't remember too many things.
But... the child forgot, he didn't forget.
He frowned and thought for a moment, then asked his wife, "So, do you think I should still answer my daughter's question?"
Tang Mingli also thought about it seriously.
They are adults, and they should keep their promises to the children.
Fu Ci also thought so.
He picked up his daughter, walked to the sofa, sat down, and let her sit on his lap.
This makes it clear that I really need to explain this to my daughter properly.
Tang Mingli laughed at him, "Is it really necessary to be in such a hurry?"
I just got back and haven't even had a sip of water yet.
The dignified CEO is definitely a doting father to his daughter.
Fu Ci smiled and said, "I've already made my daughter wait for half a month, I can't wait any longer."
Tang Mingli let him have his way.
Considering his arduous journey, she thoughtfully poured him a cup of herbal tea.
After taking a sip of his wife's lovingly brewed tea, Fu Ci began to earnestly explain the imaging principles of television to his daughter.
At first, Fu Yu was very excited, but as she listened, she became completely bewildered. Her usually bright and lively eyes were now filled with confusion.
Even without speaking, her face seemed to be saying: What is Daddy saying? Who am I? Where am I? What am I listening to? Is Daddy speaking Chinese?
Finally, he looked at his mother, silently pleading for help.
Fu Ci finally realized that his daughter was too young to understand these complex principles.
They were initially in high spirits, but suddenly fell silent.
Tang Mingli, who had been calmly sipping her tea and watching the father and daughter's filial piety, could no longer hold back. Even with her lips tightly pursed, she couldn't suppress the upward curve of her lips.
A two-year-old child can barely understand that one plus one equals two, but doesn't know what one plus two equals. How could they possibly understand such complex physics concepts?
Explaining the principles of television imaging to a two-year-old? How dare I do that? I don't know if I'm making things difficult for the child or for myself.
She said to her husband, "Give up. The child is still at the age of listening to fairy tales and doesn't understand physics."
Let alone a child, even an adult like her wouldn't understand.
Fu Ci could only accept reality, patted his daughter's head, and changed his words, "Daddy bought some storybooks, shall I tell you some stories?"
Upon hearing the story, Fu Yu immediately perked up and cheered.
He said it was just a few books, but Fu Ci pulled out several "King of Fairy Tales" books from his luggage bag.
Actually, the bag was mostly filled with books, all of which he had asked someone to buy for him. He had put a lot of effort into it from its inception to this latest issue.
Tang Mingli exclaimed in surprise when she saw the words on the cover.
She tugged at her husband's travel bag again, and became even more excited.
She had long heard of the Fairy Tale King magazine, but unfortunately, she had never read a single issue in her previous life. She never imagined she would own the entire series in this life.
While Fu Ci was reading to his daughter, she also picked up one of the books and read it with great interest.
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At night, after putting their daughter to sleep, the couple lay in bed chatting quietly.
Today's incident made Fu Ci realize that children are like blank sheets of paper, full of curiosity about the world. As parents, we must not use the wrong methods to satisfy their curiosity, which may backfire and burden them, suppressing their exploration of the world.
Tang Mingli could never reach the level of this self-reflection.
But she felt that her husband was right; children's curiosity about the world is innate, and parents should guide them, but not excessively.
Many children in later generations are said to have poor resilience, but how many of them are actually inseparable from their parents?
There is an excessive tension about children wanting to explore the world, yet there is also a feeling that children should naturally have good academic performance.
"Is it true that every parent can't accept their child's mediocrity?" Tang Mingli asked her husband.
Fu Ci blurted out almost without hesitation, "How could that be?"
After saying that, he asked his wife with some concern, "If Xiaoyu grows up to be an ordinary child, can you accept that?"
Tang Mingli smiled and told her husband with certainty, "I can accept it."
In fact, most parents cannot accept their children being mediocre because they have expectations for their own future, but they cannot achieve them with their own abilities, so they subconsciously place their hopes on their children.
For example, parents hope their children can fulfill their dreams of attending Tsinghua or Peking University, or that their children will be successful and make the family's life better.
Tang Mingli has no dreams of pursuing higher education or greater achievements. She is currently living a happy and fulfilling life, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, her future will only be better.
Therefore, she has enough confidence to accept that her child is mediocre.
Her only hope for her child is a peaceful and uneventful life.
Fu Ci was deeply moved after hearing his wife's words.
"Actually, when I was explaining the principles of television imaging to my daughter today, I found her blank expression quite adorable."
Thinking of her daughter's bewildered expression during the day, Fu Ci couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile.
So cute! How can someone be so adorable even when they're being silly?
Even now, she looks adorable when she's asleep.
It's so tiny and curled up in a ball, it's so cute it melts your heart.
No sooner had she thought that than the obedient Fu Yu kicked away the small blanket covering her.
His calves were strong and powerful.
Fu Ci's eyes lit up as he read it.
"Our daughter is so cute when she kicks off the blankets."
Tang Mingli almost burst out laughing at these words.
Thankfully I managed to hold back, otherwise I might have woken the child.
She couldn't stand it; her husband seemed to view everything related to their daughter with prejudice.
"Turn off the lights and go to sleep, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep all night if you look at your lovely daughter."
You never really can guarantee that it won't happen.
Fu Ci chuckled.
However, he still obediently turned off the lights, hugged his wife, and closed his eyes contentedly.
The happiness of having a wife, children, and a warm bed—there is no greater happiness in the world than this.
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the next day.
My biological clock kicked in, and I woke up before 7 a.m.
His wife and daughter, who were lying next to him, were still fast asleep and looked like they wouldn't wake up anytime soon.
He had intended to get up quietly, but he was somewhat reluctant to leave the cozy moment.
Before I knew it, it was 7:30.
Fu Ci finally got out of bed cautiously.
After washing up, I went downstairs, where my grandparents and mother were already having breakfast.
Seeing him come down, she smiled and asked him if he wanted porridge or soy milk.
He ordered a cup of soy milk instead of porridge for breakfast, which was served almost every day at the factory.
Grandma Fu asked her grandson with a smile, "How many days will you stay this time?"
Fu Ci wasn't entirely sure either, and could only give a vague answer: "Three to five days."
It depends on whether there will be any emergencies at the factory.
Fortunately, everyone understands that being able to stay for five days is already quite rare.
Fu's mother instructed her son: "Spend these few days at home with Xiaoyu. She misses you so much that her eyes are filled with tears every day."
Upon hearing this, Fu Ci felt a sharp pain, as if he had been gripped by a sharp weapon.
He nodded and solemnly promised, "I will spend more time with the children."
Mrs. Fu was just saying it casually, and there was even a bit of exaggeration involved, but she never expected her son to take it so seriously...
Anyway, there's nothing wrong with spending time with the child, so let him be.
After breakfast, I took a walk around the yard with my grandparents.
It was almost nine o'clock when I got back.
His wife and daughter were still asleep, and Fu Ci, feeling uneasy, went upstairs to check on them.
She tiptoed up to the second floor and pushed open the door.
The wife and daughter were in disheveled positions, but that didn't stop them from sleeping soundly.
Seeing this made Fu Ci smile unconsciously.
There is no doubt that the daughter also inherited her wife's love of sleeping.
There's nothing wrong with that. Being able to eat and sleep well is a blessing.
My daughter is so young, her stomach is probably so small. Won't she get hungry if she doesn't eat for so long?
Worried, he could only gently wake his wife.
Tang Mingli hadn't had enough sleep yet. When she heard her husband call her, she gave a perfunctory reply without even opening her eyes.
Fu Ci smiled again upon seeing this.
"It's almost nine o'clock, shouldn't the child eat something?"
Tang Mingli subconsciously hummed in agreement and said to her husband, "Why don't you take her to have breakfast?"
After saying that, he turned over, clearly wanting to continue sleeping.
Having no other option, Fu Ci had to wake up his daughter instead.
He gently patted her arm and whispered, "Honey, it's time to get up."
After being called several times, Fu Yu finally managed to open her eyes.
Fu Yu pouted in grievance when she was woken up from a deep sleep.
Just as I was about to cry, I saw that the face in front of me was my father's, and I instantly stopped crying and no longer felt wronged.
She grinned and sweetly called out, "Daddy."
That "Dad" really touched Fu Ci's heart.
Heaven knows how scared he was when his daughter pouted as if she was about to cry.
Fu Ci responded with a soft "Eh," and said in a low voice, "We should get up and eat."
Speaking of food, Fu Yu also felt hungry and patted her lower abdomen.
Fu Ci followed her little hand and looked over. It was just a psychological effect, but he also felt that his daughter's stomach was flat from hunger, unlike its usual bulging shape.
He coaxed his daughter to sit up and prepared to take her to wash her face, but then he heard her point at his wife and call her "Mom".
That one word, "Mom," seemed to trigger something within Tang Mingli. She had been sleeping soundly, but immediately opened her eyes and instinctively asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Seeing that her daughter was in her husband's arms, she closed her eyes in peace.
"Sweetie, you go have breakfast with Daddy, Mommy will sleep a little longer."
However, Fu Yu said, "Mom, let's eat together."
Go back to sleep? Or have breakfast with your daughter?
Tang Mingli struggled internally for three seconds before opening her eyes.
Sleep can be caught up anytime, but your daughter needs you now, so spend time with her.
The radiance of maternal love once again triumphed over inertia.
Fu Ci stared in disbelief at the scene before him.
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Author's Note: [Laughing and crying while covering face] Accompanying my mom to the hospital was so tiring. I can stay home and write all day tomorrow and update more often.
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