The little guy asked Young Master Yan to set off fireworks, but not immediately, of course.
Instead, he asked Yan Shao to accompany him to find a good location for setting off fireworks and to make some preparations.
As for why he knew these things, it was of course Uncle Hai who told him.
The little guy originally planned to ask his mommy to go find a place to set off fireworks together, but Yan Shao said, "Baby, how about we give Mommy a surprise together?"
Upon hearing this, the guy immediately abandoned the idea of going to find Zhu Qianying.
The father and son went downstairs together, and Uncle Hai came over and asked, "Young Master, should we prepare a car?"
The little guy's eyes immediately lit up, "I want it, I want it..."
Yan Shao was very curious. When did the little guy become so interested in cars? But then he heard the little guy add, "Grandpa Hai, Zizai wants the green one!"
green?
Yan Shao was puzzled. The garage was indeed full of colorful cars, but it seemed that there were no green ones.
Uncle Hai seemed to notice the young master's confusion, and quietly leaned closer, whispering a hint, "It's a bicycle!"
Young Master Yan suddenly realized!
"Alright, bring out Zizai's green car, and while you're at it, bring out mine too."
There was indeed a bicycle in the garage, one that Yan Shao had ridden many years ago. However, after he took over Yanhuang, riding a bicycle became a luxury for him.
"Okay!" Uncle Hai replied readily.
The cars in the garage, including the bicycle, are regularly maintained. Nobody knows when the owner will use these cars, so it's important to ensure they are always available.
Uncle Hai instructed someone to prepare the car, while Young Master Yan returned to the bedroom to find a coat, gloves, and hat for the little guy. The temperature had dropped sharply these past two days, and the wind outside was biting cold.
Uncle Hai watched as the servants prepared the car, then turned back to report, only to see the young master standing in the middle of the living room, sucking on a lollipop with great relish.
His father, who always needed help even to dress himself and put on his tie, half-knelt in front of him and personally helped him put on his coat, gloves, and hat.
The young master was unusually obedient today. When his father told him to raise his hand, he raised his hand; when his father told him to lower his head, he lowered his head. Therefore, even though his father's movements were very clumsy, with the young master's active cooperation, his coat was finally put on neatly, his hat was worn quite tightly, and his gloves were not worn inside out.
Finally, Young Master Yan glanced at his son, who was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, and nodded with satisfaction. He patted his head and said, "OK, let's go!"
A moment later, Young Master Yan, dressed in casual clothes, set off on his mountain bike, which he hadn't ridden in over a decade, along with a little guy fully equipped with a down jacket, hat, and gloves, riding a green children's bike.
And behind the father and son, naturally, was a dog's tail—no, it should be said that it was Young Master Yan's grandson, Xingxing.
Young Master Yan's mountain bike has big wheels and is fast. If he wants to keep up with the little guy, he has to slow down. Perhaps he was being too deliberate, because the little guy noticed and his face scrunched up in displeasure.
When the little guy's stubborn streak kicked in, he raised his chin and snorted, "You don't need to wait for me, I can catch up with you!"
His competitive spirit is just like his mother's!
"Honey, who taught you how to ride a bicycle?"
Yan Shao didn't pay much attention to his son's retort and quickened his pace slightly.
"Are you stupid? This is so simple, you don't even need to teach me, okay?"
The young master rolled his eyes at him.
Young Master Yan grinned, "That's right, doesn't he know whose son he is!"
It's such a simple thing, you really don't need someone to teach you. Just try it yourself a couple of times and you'll be able to fully grasp the knack.
Young Master Yan's narcissism inevitably earned him another eye roll from the young master, who retorted, "I look like Mommy!"
Young Master Yan chuckled twice. Everyone in L City knew that Yan Han's son was a carbon copy of Yan Han. This kid insisted that he looked like his mother. Wasn't that just lying through his teeth?
Alright, alright, if he says he looks like Mommy, then he looks like Mommy. Anyway, as long as he's happy!
Young Master Yan was completely unaware that he had now entered the "son-first" mode. In any case, as long as his little ancestor was happy, whatever he said would be the answer.
As for Zhu Qianying, who used work to distract herself, after drawing a sketch in the guest room, she saw that it was almost time and went downstairs to help her mother prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.
After going downstairs, Zhu Qianying didn't see the little guy in the living room. She happened to see Uncle Hai and asked, "Uncle Hai, did Zizai take Xingxing for a walk again?"
Without even thinking, Uncle Hai replied, "No, the young master was riding a bicycle with the young master..."
Halfway through his sentence, Uncle Hai paused, remembering the conversation between the father and son about giving Mommy a surprise.
Zhu Qianying didn't pay much attention, assuming the father and son were just going to ride bicycles. "What a great mood..." Zhu Qianying muttered, then turned and went into the kitchen.
The father and son wandered around the garden for a long time before returning to the gate of the mansion, nearly two hours later.
"Our garden is so big..."
The young master had been riding his bicycle for so long that his legs were sore. As soon as he entered the door, he completely disregarded his manners and lay down on the carpet, panting heavily and refusing to get up.
Young Master Yan was amused by his use of "our family," so he bent down, picked up the little guy around the waist, carried him on his shoulder, and strode towards the living room.
The little guy not only didn't struggle, but also swung his little fists and pounded his back repeatedly, not like hitting him, but like massaging his back.
Young Master Yan had always watched the little guy serve his parents, massaging one's neck and patting another's shoulders, and could only feel envious and jealous. Now that he was finally enjoying it himself, he deliberately slowed down, pointing and saying, "A little to the left, eh, yes, yes... a little higher, that's right, that's right..."
The young master was in an exceptionally good mood today, letting the fastidious eldest son do whatever he wanted, behaving so obediently that it was as if he were a completely different person.
Zhu Qianying was just bringing out the soup when she saw the father and son being so affectionate. She wanted to tease them a bit, but then she thought that her precious son was not only shy but also occasionally arrogant, so it was better not to make a fuss!
However, the little guy has sharp eyes. Even though he was hanging upside down behind Yan Shao, he still managed to spot Zhu Qianying's figure at a glance.
His hands didn't stop, and his mouth started chattering away, "Mommy, Zizai just rode his bicycle around halfway around the garden, our garden is so big, so big..."
Zhu Qianying had obviously heard him say "our home" too, and her heart was filled with mixed emotions, but she still managed a gentle smile for her son, "Really? It's bigger than the central park in the US?"
"Of course... Mommy, so Zizai is a rich kid?"
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