So, that girl Zhu Qianying told the little guy to call Uncle Hai "Grandpa Hai," but she didn't tell him to call her "Daddy."
He took a deep breath and told himself, "Don't get angry, don't get angry, don't stoop to the level of that girl Zhu Qianying and that brat!"
"Didn't your mommy tell you who I am?" Grandpa Yan's deep voice, with its sour tone and jealous look, made him seem more like a child than the little guy.
The little guy turned his head and looked at him strangely again, then snorted, "Of course there is!"
Yan Han's expression softened a bit. He coughed to clear his throat and then deliberately softened his voice to coax him.
"Then call me Daddy and let me hear it!"
This time, the little guy ignored him again, turning his head away and staring at the large garden outside the terrace, as if he was looking at something, or perhaps thinking about something.
Yan Han patiently waited, but in the end, he only received a faint remark from the young master.
"Mommy said you're a big jerk!"
Yan Han felt a mouthful of blood rise to his throat, a metallic taste filling his mouth. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he quickly realized that he couldn't even find the words to defend himself!
His eyes immediately darkened. Indeed, he was a big bastard!
She wasn't wrong, and neither was her son!
Uncle Hai was initially very excited, but now he was so frightened by the strange atmosphere between the father and son that he dared not utter a sound.
Yan Han didn't ask the little guy to call him again, and silently carried the little guy into the dining room.
Uncle Hai was worried that the young master would go hungry, so he quickly instructed the servants to bring up the young master's food. After setting out the bowls and chopsticks for the young master, Uncle Hai remembered something.
"Young Master, would you like some too?"
When Uncle Hai asked him that question, Yan Han realized that he hadn't even eaten lunch today.
However, his stomach still doesn't feel hungry at all.
This situation would have been virtually impossible for him five years ago, given his extremely normal eating habits.
But now, such situations are not uncommon.
In fact, starting five years ago, many of his sensory organs began to become uncontrollably dull and even degenerate.
Whether it's the tongue that senses taste, the stomach that absorbs nutrients and alerts us to hunger and satiety, the eyes that see beautiful colors, or the ears that perceive wonderful sounds—it's all the same.
Foods that I used to think tasted delicious no longer taste as good; they just taste bland and tasteless.
My stomach, which used to need regular care, seems to have lost the ability to sense hunger. Sometimes, when I'm too busy and don't eat all day, my stomach doesn't react at all.
His eyes often perceive everything as a gray expanse, even vibrant green fields appear desolate to him.
His ears could no longer appreciate beautiful music. No matter how warm or romantic the melody was, it sounded like a mournful tune of spring's passing to him. No matter how tranquil the tune was, it would only make him feel restless.
Aside from his appearance, he looks no different from five years ago.
But deep down, only he knew that beneath this handsome exterior, from flesh to bone to blood, he had long been ravaged by some kind of bone-corroding virus.
And this virus is called Bamboo Shadow!
It is said that many patients in this world have become doctors through long-term illness.
And he seems to be the same.
After being ill for a long time, he finally learned about his illness. However, the medicine to treat this disease was extremely rare, and there was only one in the world. Therefore, if he could not find this one and only medicine, he would probably be unable to get better for the rest of his life!
"Make me a bowl of noodles!"
After she left, he developed a love for noodles.
Moreover, I especially love tomato beef noodles.
For the past five years, the food he has eaten most often is tomato beef noodles.
Each time, he waited with high hopes, but each time, the taste was far from the deliciousness he remembered!
Thus, he suffered and tormented time and time again between hope and despair!
But he never tired of it!
Uncle Hai turned around and instructed the chef to prepare, without even asking Yan Han what kind of noodles he wanted.
Because, after all these years, whether it's Uncle Hai, Qin Xiu, or even those around Young Master Yan who know him a little bit, they all know that tomato beef noodles are Young Master Yan's favorite!
Furthermore, the beef and tomatoes must be chopped into small pieces and simmered into a soup! If the noodles are dried noodles, they must be rinsed in cold water!
Even if everyone did as Young Master Yan asked, he would often only eat a few bites of the cooked noodles before frowning and having them taken away.
Everyone just thought that Young Master Yan was torturing himself, but no one knew why Young Master Yan had come to like this kind of self-torture!
The little one seemed to be starving, and quickly grabbed a bowl and chopsticks.
However, he was indeed very well-educated by Zhu Qianying. Even though he clearly disdained Yan Han, his father, he still glanced at Yan Han while holding his chopsticks, clearly seeking Yan Han's opinion.
Yan Han felt a warmth in his heart and reached out to pat his head. "Eat up, no need to wait for Daddy!"
With permission, the little one reached out and picked up a roasted chicken wing, putting it into the bowl.
Yan Han gently placed his large hand on the top of the boy's head. He was wearing a hat at noon, so Yan Han didn't know that the little guy's hair was extremely soft. Just touching it like that made him reluctant to let go.
In fact, it's not just this little guy's hair; it's because he's never tried to peel back the surface to touch what's inside that he can't recognize the true nature of things.
For example, his own feelings!
For example, Zhu Qianying!
Just when I thought the little one would happily devour the chicken wings after I put them in the bowl, he suddenly looked up at Yan Han and said, "I want to drink hot milk!"
Yan Han immediately remembered that Zhu Qianying had the same strange habit. She always had a cup of hot milk next to her when she ate. Her son had picked up the exact same strange habit from her!
He had previously criticized Zhu Qianying for this flaw, but now he nodded to his son, "Okay, Daddy will heat it up for you."
As he spoke, he got up and walked out of the dining room. Several servants were busy around him, but he didn't give any instructions. Instead, he went into the kitchen, which he rarely set foot in, and went straight to the refrigerator, opening the refrigerator door.
"Young Master, what do you want? I'll find it for you and get it for you!"
The chef was quite frightened by his young master's unusual behavior and quickly turned around to offer his help.
Yan Han had already taken out the milk. "No need, I can do it!"
The chef dared not. He reached out to snatch the milk, but Yan Han dodged his hand. "The little guy wants hot milk, I'll make it for him!"
This is his duty as a father, or you could say it's his prerogative!
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