"Of course it's true! Daddy just bought a model warship a few days ago, baby, do you want one?" Young Master Yan began his sly money-spraying scheme with his son.
The moment the little guy heard the word "warship," the two candles in his eyes instantly transformed into 10,000-volt spotlights.
"Warship? What kind of warship?"
"Limited edition, highly realistic! Hmm... I remember Brother Jingcheng had one too..."
"Zizai wants it, Zizai wants it!" The little guy waved his little hands and cheered vigorously, as if afraid that if he shouted too softly, Young Master Yan would give the warship model to someone else.
"Then... Daddy, can you give it to the baby first thing tomorrow morning?"
"Okay!" the little guy replied readily.
Yan Shao was still feeling happy and hadn't quite recovered when he heard the little guy ask, "So what gift do you want?"
"Huh?" Young Master Yan didn't understand at first and just stared at the little guy with wide eyes.
This time, the young master, unusually, didn't mind his slowness and patiently explained.
"Mommy said that if you receive a gift from someone, you should give one back. So, what gift do you want for the warship you're giving Zizai?"
Good things come in pairs!
These four words were the only thing floating around in Yan Shao's mind.
Completely stunned by this unexpected surprise, Young Master Yan ultimately earned a glare from the younger master. However, considering that he had promised to send him a warship, the younger master decided not to criticize him. Instead, he quietly leaned against the fool and waited for him to slowly recover.
It took Young Master Yan several tens of seconds to recover. Even he himself was unwilling to admit that he would have his mind go blank for dozens of seconds because of a casual question from a four-year-old kid.
"Baby, can Daddy take his time to think about it?" Young Master Yan was quite cautious. He wouldn't be so foolish as to waste such a hard-won opportunity.
The little guy rolled his eyes again, "Whatever!"
Having received the young master's promise, Young Master Yan worked even harder.
After hanging the red envelopes on the oranges, the young master went to wash his hands and eat cherries. The eldest young master then ran to his parents to boast, "Dad, Mom, the little one said he's going to give me a gift!"
Madam Yan said calmly, "Zizai gave us quite a few gifts..."
Then, quite unethically, he retorted, "Hey, don't you have any?"
Yan Shao roared inwardly, "Damn it, I must have gotten this from you when you bought tissues, the kind that costs one yuan a pack, right? Right?"
Young Master Yan, who originally wanted to show off but ended up feeling incredibly hurt, decided not to speak to his mother for the entire day. Then, he turned to his little angel for psychological comfort.
The little angel was happily munching on cherries by the coffee table when she saw his dejected look. So she kindly picked up a cherry and waved it at him, asking, "Want some?"
Young Master Yan's eyes lit up, and he quickly bent down, snatched the cherry, and popped it into his mouth. Just as he was secretly delighted, he saw the young master giggle and say, "The way you were doing that just now was just like how Xingxing picks up a bone..."
Young Master Yan was in tears!
Where did the little angel go? Why does the art style resemble a little devil?
Then, the young master smiled and reached out his chubby little hand to touch his face. With that touch, Young Master Yan's tears of sorrow immediately turned into tears of joy.
Sure enough, she's a little angel!
Although he occasionally dons the guise of a little devil, his essence remains pure and innocent...
Madam Yan sat on the sofa not far away, watching her son's foolish behavior. She leisurely took a sip of tea and said to Yan Bo beside her.
"Old Yan, didn't you used to say that our son's personality type was like a wolf?"
Yanbo was flipping through a magazine when his wife asked him a question. He raised his eyelids, glanced around, and saw his son not far away, bending over and half-leaning in front of his grandson, while his grandson, kneeling in front of the coffee table, was touching his son's face with his chubby little hands.
“Wolves and dogs are essentially the same family. If wolves are raised for a long time, they will develop dog-like traits. It’s not surprising!” Yan Bo finished his precise analysis and went back to reading his magazine.
He and his wife hadn't done any housework in a long time, but they were busy all morning because of their little boy, Zizai. Although they were exhausted, they were very happy.
Presumably, their own foolish son thinks similarly to them!
"Hmm, it seems that Ying'er and Zizai are both quite good animal trainers!"
Lunch was also prepared by Chen Jing, and it was much more lavish than usual, though of course, it was still much less impressive than the New Year's Eve dinner.
The little guy had been busy all morning and was starving. When he ate, he was a bit messy. Young Master Yan, who was sitting next to him, was being picky again. Seeing that the little guy's mouth and hands were greasy and dirty from eating crab, he took a few bites himself and then took a wet towel to wipe his mouth and hands from time to time.
Young Master Yan's considerate, almost motherly, actions would normally have earned him the disdain and disdain of the young master.
But today, the young master didn't say or do anything. When he saw Young Master Yan's hand reach out from mid-air, he obediently raised his chin and let Young Master Yan wipe his mouth and chin clean. When the towel was handed over from the table, he stretched out his chubby, greasy paws and let Young Master Yan wipe them clean.
Even Chen Jing, who usually dotes on the little guy, couldn't stand it anymore and tried to stop Young Master Yan's almost pathologically indulgent behavior, "Young Master Yan..."
But as soon as she opened her mouth, her daughter stuffed it with a piece of dried melon.
In Zhu Qianying's opinion, although Zizai is naughty and mischievous, he is actually very sensible and knows how to act appropriately.
If Yan Shao were to do what his mother was doing, the little guy would definitely protest, grumbling, "What? I'm not a child anymore..."
But at this moment, he was enjoying the young master Yan's thoughtful and meticulous service with such peace of mind. Presumably, he just wanted to act cute with his father and make his presence known. It was completely different from the spoiling that his mother was worried about.
As for Yanbo and his wife, they had seen too many scenes of their son being neglected by his grandson recently, so seeing their son and grandson getting along so well was naturally a joy to them. Why would they be so foolish as to try to stop them?
Actually, despite their teasing, Yanbo and his wife were genuinely happy for their son.
They weren't blind; they could see that in the beginning, this little guy, Zizai, was much more polite to the servants in the Yan family than to his own son.
At the time, the couple were very worried about their son, fearing that he would have a spoiled attitude and lack the patience to deal with him.
It turned out that the son craved the little guy's approval even more than they did.
And he seemed to have realized early on that this little guy, Zizai, was the best aid for repairing his relationship with Zhu Qianying.
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