With her mother's happiness secured for the rest of her life, Zhu Qianying was overjoyed. That evening, she personally cooked a sumptuous dinner, waiting for the father and son to return so they could enjoy it to their hearts' content.
It's said that a chef's mood can affect the taste of a dish. Lately, we've been eating mostly food cooked by Zhu Qianying, and the two of them have become quite picky eaters. But even so, tonight's meal still left Zizai shaking his head and drooling with oil.
"Mommy, what did you use to cook tonight? It's so delicious!"
Even Young Master Yan, who usually eats at regular times and in fixed quantities, made an exception and ate half a bowl more rice tonight.
"Yes, has something good happened?"
Yan Shao couldn't help but be curious, but he was clearly more insightful than the little guy.
"Ha... I knew I couldn't hide it from you!" Zhu Qianying said with obvious delight.
Good things have been happening one after another lately, except for the matter of Bai Shao and her daughter.
Yan Shao raised an eyebrow, quietly watching her, waiting for her to reveal the answer.
"Zizai, didn't you want to call Grandpa Luo 'grandpa'? Soon, your wish will come true." Zhu Qianying smiled and ruffled Zizai's hair.
"Yay! Did Grandpa Luo finally propose?"
The little guy's question revealed his deepest longing.
“Yes, but we have to wait until Grandma goes to the food expo before we can get the marriage certificate. Zai Zai can’t call me Grandpa yet!” Zhu Qianying kindly reminded her son.
"I know, I'll just call out secretly..."
Zhu Qianying burst out laughing. Wasn't that the same as saying nothing at all?
"Just leave him alone. Anyway, he's willing to call me Grandpa, and the person who hears it is happy to hear it, so that's fine."
In Yan Shao's view, it's just a form of address; as long as both parties like it, it's fine.
"Dad is right. As long as Grandpa Luo likes to hear it, then there's no problem, right?"
Knowing she couldn't persuade the father and son, Zhu Qianying gave up on the matter and instead asked about Zizai's school life these past two days.
"Everything's fine..."
Zizai gave a perfunctory reply, ate a few more mouthfuls of rice, and then suddenly remembered something.
"Oh...right, Mommy, the school announced a trip next Monday, do we want to go?"
Zizai has only been familiar with and involved with the school for the past few months, and he has no idea what the school's trip, which takes place once every semester, is.
But Zhu Qianying is a native of L City, so of course she knows what it is.
"Of course we'll go!"
Zizai tilted his head and asked curiously, "Are we going to play with Daddy and Mommy?"
He simply thought it was a parent-child activity.
"Silly boy, you're not going with Daddy and Mommy, you're going with your teachers and classmates."
Zizai tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Hmm... it seems quite interesting, let's go then..."
Once the decision was made, the young master ran to get his schoolbag after dinner, rummaged around inside, and finally pulled out a notice. He then ran back, saying, "Hey, Mommy, could you sign your name on this consent form?"
After handing the notice to Zhu Qianying, he held a piece of paper in his hand, the contents of which were unknown. After hesitating for a moment, he finally handed the paper to Yan Shao, saying, "Daddy, give me the money!"
Yan Shao picked it up and saw that at the top of the paper was a payment notice.
This kid lets his mom sign the consent form, but he, as the father, is responsible for paying the money.
So, he treated his mother as the head of the family who made the decisions, and his father as an ATM who only paid for his children, right?
"Don't you have red envelopes and pocket money?" Young Master Yan teased the little guy, glancing down at the amount column at the bottom of the notification.
It's only a few hundred yuan.
"Daddy, how could you do this?"
Zizai's frugality and nature are ingrained in his bones. Even though he now knows that he is the young master of a wealthy family, he still keeps a tight grip on his red envelopes and pocket money.
No one but Zhu Qianying can get a single dollar out of him.
After Zhu Qianying signed the consent form, she heard her son's indignant question. She thought the trip would cost an astronomical sum, but when she looked closer, it was only a few hundred yuan. For the little guy who now receives tens of thousands of yuan in pocket money at a time, it was actually a small amount.
“Honey, it’s not much, it’s okay to use your own pocket money!” Zhu Qianying chimed in, teasing him.
The little guy pouted and said, "No, that's my allowance!"
Seeing his persistence, Zhu Qianying couldn't help but press him further, "Honey, you already have quite a bit of pocket money, spending a few hundred yuan isn't a big deal, is it? Didn't you say you've set your sights on some beloved treasure again?"
The little guy didn't look at her, stared at the table for a while, and then muttered something under his breath.
"Airfare is so expensive..."
Hearing this, Zhu Qianying finally understood that her beloved son hadn't really let go of anything these past few days; he had simply changed his approach.
He is now obsessed with finding Bai Xiaolu, and has started saving up for plane tickets.
After figuring it out, Zhu Qianying and Yan Shao were at a loss for words.
Seeing that his parents remained silent, Zizai assumed they really wouldn't give him money. He jumped off the sofa, defiantly declaring, "I'm going to ask Grandma for money..."
Yan Shao grabbed him and pointed to the bag on the locker, "Daddy's wallet is in the bag, baby, go get it yourself!"
The little guy, looking sullen, immediately scattered, skipped and hopped over, rummaged through Yan Shao's bag for a while, found his wallet, and pulled out a few bills.
Yan Shao thought he would probably get a little more.
Unexpectedly, the little guy ran back and handed him the money in his hand, saying, "Daddy, count it, it's just right!"
Yan Shao took the money and counted it. Sure enough, it was exactly the same amount as the payment notice.
This kid is sometimes too honest.
"Isn't it said that you should bring some pocket money? Take as much as you need."
Zizai's face lit up with joy, and he happily ran back to get two more Red Bulls. "Daddy, can I take two hundred as pocket money?"
In Yan Shao's eyes, these few hundred or a thousand yuan were really just loose change, but the little guy acted as if he had received a great favor. After carefully putting away the money, he obediently climbed onto the sofa and massaged Yan Shao's waist and shoulders.
In his words, he doesn't take pocket money for nothing.
The implication is that labor should be used to offset pocket money.
Yan Shao naturally wouldn't refuse his precious son's attentiveness. Zizai's days of being so innocent and easily fooled probably wouldn't last much longer. If he didn't take advantage of him while he was still a little naive, it would be very difficult to order him around when he was a year or two older.
Besides, he's been sleeping in his own bed these past few days, so he should at least pay some rent or compensation for emotional distress!
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