Zhu Qianying was injured in her left arm, but even so, Chen Jing still prepared a large bowl and spoon for her.
Zizai sat to one side, resting his chin on his hand and watching her eat, while Yan Shao placed his laptop on the other side of the dining table and typed away, occasionally glancing up at Zhu Qianying.
After watching Zhu Qianying eat for a while, the little guy frowned, seemingly seeing or thinking of something, then suddenly jumped off the chair and ran out.
Yan Shao and Zhu Qianying exchanged glances, both wondering what the little guy was up to.
In the blink of an eye, the little guy ran back, bit his lip without saying a word, dragged a chair behind Zhu Qianying, and climbed up.
"Honey, what are you doing?"
Even at this point, Zhu Qianying still didn't know what Zizai wanted to do.
The little guy stretched out his chubby hand, spread his fingers, and inserted them into her hair, slowly combing her long hair with his hand as if it were a comb, all the while chattering away.
"Mommy's hand is injured, so she can't tie her hair, right? Let me tie it for you, otherwise you'll eat your hair while you eat!"
While nagging like a mother hen, the little one deftly combed Zhu Qianying's long hair with his hands, then pulled a rubber band from his wrist, and with a few quick tugs and flicks of his chubby fingers, tied Zhu Qianying's hair into a neat ponytail.
The little guy showed off his skills without making a fuss, which almost made the young master Yan sitting opposite him vomit blood. His strong self-confidence, which had stood firm for the past thirty-three years, was now like a dilapidated building in a storm, teetering on the verge of collapse.
Does this mean I'm not even as good as my four-year-old son?
Zhu Qianying took in the surprised and embarrassed expression on Young Master Yan's face. She was holding back her laughter, and as a result, the inconvenience and pain from her hand injury seemed to lessen considerably.
Young Master Yan had finally recovered from the heavy blow, but when he saw Zhu Qianying's face, which was flushed from trying not to laugh, he felt even more embarrassed and wanted to salvage some of his dignity.
"Baby, you're so clever! Who taught you how to tie Mommy's hair in a ponytail? Grandma? Or did Mommy teach you?"
The implication was that I, Young Master Yan, don't know how, not because I'm stupid, but because no one has ever taught me!
Little did he know, Zizai's answer was like a sharp dagger, swift and accurate, piercing straight into his heart!
"You're so stupid! This kind of thing is so easy to learn, you don't need anyone to teach you!"
After Zizai finished speaking, he gave him a disdainful look. He probably didn't expect that just now, his stupid daddy almost went crazy because of his mommy's long hair!
Zhu Qianying could no longer hold back. She put down her spoon, propped herself up on the table, and burst into laughter.
Yan Shao glared at her helplessly and resentfully. His sullen expression only made Zhu Qianying feel better.
Yan Shao glared at Zhu Qianying, who was laughing wildly, with accusatory eyes, gritted his teeth, and threatened her weakly.
"Laugh again, and I'll eat you up!"
This time, even Zizai burst into laughter, "Hahaha, Daddy, are you the Big Bad Wolf? Are you going to eat Mommy like a little white rabbit?!"
Zhu Qianying couldn't quite laugh at the analogy of her son.
Yan Shao understood the deeper meaning in his son's words, and his previous unhappiness, resentment and helplessness immediately vanished. He looked at Zhu Qianying with an interested smile.
Zhu Qianying was extremely embarrassed, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into, but she couldn't blame her young son for anything. After all, how could someone his age understand the metaphors in the adult world?
She patted her son's head and said, "You little rascal, go play outside and stop talking nonsense."
The little rascal probably genuinely didn't know the other meaning behind the story of the big bad wolf and the little white rabbit; he just blinked innocently and pouted to express his dissatisfaction.
"What are you talking about? Zizai, you're not talking nonsense. Daddy said he wanted to eat you! You're not edible, how can I eat you?"
The little guy's indignant defense only made things worse.
Zhu Qianying was speechless, while Young Master Yan's interest grew stronger.
"Yeah, your mommy doesn't taste good! Otherwise, she would have been eaten by the big bad wolf long ago!"
He raised an eyebrow at Zhu Qianying, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
That's what he said to his son, but in fact, what he meant was exactly the opposite:
Your mommy is such a delicious little white rabbit, and she's already been devoured by your daddy, the big bad wolf. Otherwise, you wouldn't have a chance to be here!
Zhu Qianying had just been holding back her laughter until her face turned red, and the blush had only just faded when she was teased by Young Master Yan's suggestive words, making her ears burn again. Just as she was about to say something to shut up Young Master Yan's hateful mouth, the little guy behind her climbed onto her shoulder.
Then, the little guy, as if afraid the world wasn't chaotic enough, peeked over to look at her face and exclaimed, "Huh? Mommy, your face is so red!"
After saying that, his expression suddenly changed, and his chubby little hand slapped against Zhu Qianying's forehead. "Mommy, are you running a fever?"
While at the hospital, he stayed by Zhu Qianying's side the whole time. The doctor specifically told Zhu Qianying, "If the wound becomes inflamed or infected, it can lead to complications such as fever. So, if you want to go home to recover, you should pay extra attention to your body temperature, especially on the first day."
The little guy, remembering what the doctor had said, was terrified. His little hand trembled as he pressed it against Zhu Qianying's forehead and looked up at Yan Shao nervously.
"Daddy, come quick! Mommy has a fever! The doctor said that if she has a fever, it could be dangerous!"
Yan Shao probably knew why Zhu Qianying's face was red and her ears were hot, so he wasn't as nervous as the little guy. But seeing that the little guy looked like he was about to cry, he naturally couldn't stay sitting. He got up, stepped over, removed the little hand, and placed his big palm on Zhu Qianying's forehead.
Then, she pretended to carefully feel the temperature of Zhu Qianying's forehead, "Baby, Mommy is fine, I don't have a fever."
To ease his son's worries, Yan Shao immediately instructed the maid to fetch an electronic thermometer, which Zhu Qianying held in her mouth. After a while, he handed the thermometer to Zizai.
Zizai carefully looked at the number on the thermometer before feeling a little relieved.
Once she felt at ease, the little one picked up the spoon that Zhu Qianying had put down and put it in her hand, urging her anxiously.
"Mommy, eat quickly, eat more, so your body can recover faster!"
At first glance, the little guy's logic seemed very strange, but upon closer examination, Yan Shao had to admit that his son made a lot of sense.
Especially for people like Zhu Qianying and Zizai who have exceptionally good appetites, eating more means they can absorb more nutrients. With sufficient nutrition, their bodies will naturally recover faster.
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