Zhuangzhuang heard her laughter and raised his head in disbelief.

"Mom?" After hesitating for a while, Zhuangzhuang called Xiaoguo.

"Um."

"sorry..."

Xiaoguo pursed her lips, suppressed her smile, and shook her head in a calm manner, "It's okay."

Today is a good day, even Xiao Zhuangzhuang will lose his temper~

After hearing this, Zhuangzhuang lowered his head guiltily and wiped his nose. Just as he was about to speak, his nose started flowing again.

Xiao Guo picked up the handkerchief beside him and blew his nose vigorously. "Let's talk about it after dinner. Let's eat first."

Zhuangzhuang nodded, lowered his head and drank the porridge in silence.

Xiaoguo put down her handkerchief, picked up the bowl with her hands, and covered the smile on her mouth. She was so cute, even when she was angry.

No one spoke at the dinner table. Xiaoguo didn't say anything because he was afraid that he would accidentally laugh again and hurt Zhuangzhuang's self-esteem, and Zhuangzhuang didn't say anything because he was ashamed.

After dinner, Zhuangzhuang couldn't wait to wash the dishes and ran back to the house.

Xiaoguo followed slowly behind, looking confused, not knowing why Zhuangzhuang was running so fast.

As soon as one foot stepped into the room, he saw Zhuangzhuang sitting upright on the bed with a worried look on his face.

The smile that Xiaoguo had managed to suppress suddenly surged up again, and he quickly retreated out of the house.

Zhuangzhuang had just prepared a bunch of apologies, but when he saw Xiaoguo was about to say it, he saw her quickly backing away. If it weren't for his good eyesight, he would have almost thought he was hallucinating.

After a while, Xiaoguo walked in with a calm expression.

Zhuangzhuang was originally quite serious, but when he saw the forced smile on her face, he suddenly lost his seriousness.

The mother and son looked at each other inadvertently, then burst into laughter.

The little incident came and went quickly, and after calming down, the two sat opposite each other.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lost my temper."

Zhuangzhuang was the first to admit his mistake. He was really upset and wondered why he was so angry and even threw his chopsticks.

"It's okay, I forgive you, but I won't make an example of you. Throwing things is not encouraged, but appropriate venting is fine."

After all, Zhuangzhuang is only four years old. Many children of this age have bad tempers, but in my memory, Zhuangzhuang seems to have never lost his temper. Even when he was younger, he was well-behaved and never made any noise or trouble.

So now Zhuangzhuang can vent his emotions, and Xiaoguo feels a little relieved. No matter whether it is an adult or a child, if they are suppressed for a long time, there will be problems. Just like she said, appropriate venting is fine, but if it is excessive, then it should be disciplined. Otherwise, it will become a habit, and they will throw things when they are angry in the future, which is not good.

But she stopped at the right time. She believed that Zhuangzhuang knew what was going on. Although he was young, he was very sensible.

Thinking of this, Xiaoguo got excited and kissed him on the forehead. Who wouldn't be precious to have such a treasure? She really cherished him to death.

The strong little man became shy when he saw this, his whole body turned red. He was originally white, so the slightest bit of color was obvious. He almost looked like steaming white steamed buns that were painted rouge red right out of the pot.

"Mom, I really won't throw things anymore. I really know I was wrong. I will find a suitable way to vent my anger in the future. Please forgive me this time, okay?"

"Well! Mother will forgive you this time!"

When Zhuangzhuang heard this, he became happy. The gloom on his face disappeared and he smiled brightly again.

Xiao Guo did not immediately ask him about his willingness to become a disciple, but instead accompanied him to have fun for a whole day, strolling around the entire village. After he had exhausted all the worries in his heart, it was already evening.

After dinner, the two of them sat on the bed facing each other in their undershirts, with a chessboard in front of them. Xiaoguo was white and Zhuangzhuang was black.

Seeing their serious faces, you might think they were playing a very exciting and tense game. But if you look carefully, you will find that they are playing Gobang, not Go.

To Xiaoguo, Go is too difficult and not as easy as Gobang.

Zhuangzhuang was interested in playing Go after reading about it in a book, so he begged her to buy it. Unfortunately, tonight was Xiaoguo's first time to touch the chess pieces. Zhuangzhuang usually studied Go books on his own and gradually got the hang of it. However, he had no teacher and no one around him who knew Go, so he could only play alone most of the time.

Gu Xiaoguo, in contrast, said she was helpless. If it was about growing vegetables or cooking, she could still talk for a round or two, but if it was about anything else, she could only say goodbye.

Especially chess games. Apart from Gobang, she knows nothing about other games such as Go, chess, or even checkers.

Xiaoguo is happy to see that Zhuangzhuang has a wide range of interests, especially since Zhuangzhuang likes things that are all related to brainpower, and she fully supports that.

As long as he doesn't engage in martial arts like his father, I will support Zhuangzhuang in whatever direction he wants to develop.

While Xiaoguo was distracted for a moment, Zhuangzhuang successfully connected them into a line.

"Haha, mom, you lost again!"

Yes, again!

Zhuangzhuang didn't know how to play Gobang, so Xiaoguo taught him while he played. Unexpectedly, he got the hang of it right from the start. Except for the first game which he won, he lost the next few games miserably.

"ah?!"

Xiaoguo covered her face helplessly. She was too ashamed to face Zhuangzhuang. If she had known this, she would not have boasted that she was the best at Go!

If I hadn't blown it too high, I wouldn't have fallen so hard.

"Zhuangzhuang, can you be a little gentler?"

Xiaoguo smiled and tried to negotiate with Zhuangzhuang.

"No, you said that we should take everything seriously."

Zhuangzhuang shook his head without even thinking, and then said, "Hurry up and stick your head over here."

Looking at the conscienceless brat in front of him, Xiao Guo wished he could go back to the first round and give him a big slap on the head.

Thoughts are thoughts, and if you lose, you lose. Xiao Guo sighed, resignedly turned his forehead forward, and closed his eyes tightly, with all his facial features showing signs of strain.

Zhuangzhuang's forehead had turned red, and a moment of hesitation flashed through his mind. In the end, he just flicked it lightly. It was more like a flick than a touch.

Xiaoguo's heart skipped a beat and she opened her eyes with emotion. She was wrong. Zhuangzhuang was not a little brat, but a warm-hearted boy.

Zhuangzhuang smiled at Xiaoguo. After all, she was his mother, so he had to give in to her, otherwise it would be bad if she started crying later.

So, in the next few rounds, although Zhuangzhuang was still winning, Xiaoguo did not lose either.

If Zhuangzhuang wins two games, Xiaoguo will win one game. Xiaoguo has of course discovered this obvious thing, but she won't say it. She is not that noble. Zhuangzhuang has let her win intentionally or unintentionally, so why should she say it out loud? Why not just go along with it?

Moreover, she did not feel ashamed to lose to her own son; what embarrassed her was her own bragging.

After the game of Gobang was over, Xiaoguo's forehead was already red, and Zhuangzhuang wasn't much better.

Xiaoguo didn't give in to him just because he was a child, even though he gave in to her with good intentions, otherwise she probably wouldn't have had the chance to touch Zhuangzhuang's head.

No one knew who started it first, but each time they tapped their foreheads harder and harder. As a result, their foreheads were so red that they could be as beautiful as monkeys' butts.

Zhuangzhuang went to put away the chessboard, while Xiaoguo was making the bed.

The two of them lay on the bed, with Zhuangzhuang hanging around Xiaoguo's neck and resting his head on her face.

"Mother, regarding worshipping the Master..."

Xiaoguo was surprised that Zhuangzhuang brought it up first. She had thought they would talk about it tomorrow.

"Zhuangzhuang, can you tell me why you don't want to become my disciple?"

Xiao Guo said this while stroking his back with her hand.

Zhuangzhuang slowly relaxed because of Xiaoguo's actions, and also told the reason for his resistance.