Lan Qingyue was still wondering if the little boy named "Muze" was the male protagonist in her book when a stylishly dressed woman ran over. She first greeted Lan Qingyue politely, "Qingyue, long time no see," and then bent down with a smile to tease Chu Chu.
She calls her Qingyue, we know each other.
Lan Qingyue heard Chu Chu call the other person's name again, "Aunt Qingqing".
Is your surname Yu?
Yu Qingqing!
The mother of the male protagonist Lin Muze in the book is named Yu Qingqing. Does that mean that the little boy is really the male protagonist?
Lan Qingyue was feeling a bit irritable. Seeing Chu Chu giggling in Lin Muze's arms, and thinking about Chu Chu's ending in the book, Lan Qingyue couldn't calm down.
Exhausted, Lan Qingyue collapsed onto the sofa as soon as she got home. Chu Chu, excitedly running around, took all the snacks out of the bag and laid them out on the coffee table, bag after bag, box after box, her mouth watering. "Mommy, I want snacks~~~ I want this, the little chocolate mushroom~~~"
Lan Qingyue glanced at it and said, "Eat up, eat up, open it yourself." A three-year-old child needs to be trained properly, like opening a snack bag. Start training from a young age. Chu Chu was studying how to open the box when Lan Qingyue added, "That's a snack made of chocolate and cookies. Children shouldn't eat too much. For the sake of your white teeth, you can only have one today."
Chu Chu, finally finding an opening: "..." Mommy's bucket of cold water had poured over her; her little heart was utterly chilled!
"Mommy~~~" Chu Chu's little voice trailed off. Lan Qingyue, who was nestled on the sofa browsing Taobao, looked up at Chu Chu when she heard this and asked, "Little Fatty, what's wrong? Don't you want to eat again?"
"No, no, no~~~" Chu Chu shook her round little head, her chubby cheeks jiggling, so cute! Lan Qingyue wanted to pinch her cheeks again.
Chu Chu pointed her little finger at the three boxes of mushroom-flavored drinks, pouted, and said seriously, "Mommy, you bought three boxes of these little mushrooms~~~"
In Chu Chu's mind, this was the thought: one box for Chu Chu, one box for Mommy, one box for Chu Chu—perfect!
Lan Qingyue glanced at her beautiful eyes. "You three-year-old little dumpling, you're dreaming."
Lan Qingyue, hugging two cushions, peeked out and asked Chu Chu with utmost gentleness, "Yes, I bought three boxes. What's wrong?"
Chuchu fiddled with her fingers, her eyes darting around, pointing to a box in each hand. Tilting her head, she spoke in a soft, sweet voice, "Mommy, Grandma said that good things should be shared. Can Chuchu and Mommy each have half?"
Lan Qingyue refused, "No way!"
What do you mean by "half for each child"? A three-year-old doesn't need so many snacks. There are still so many cans of formula in the kitchen that haven't been finished.
"Mommy~~~" Chu Chu frowned, "Mommy bought three boxes, are you going to share them with the other little ones?"
If it's given to another little one, she'll just reluctantly eat one box.
"No," Lan Qingyue shook her head. As Chu Chu walked to her side, she used both hands to pinch her soft, plump cheeks. This little dumpling's face was so tender.
"Mommy~~~"
Chu Chu nestled against Lan Qingyue's calf, acting coquettishly.
Lan Qingyue pinched the other person's cheek, her attitude changing slightly. She smiled and said, "Little Fatty, I'll eat two boxes, and you can eat one. However, you can only eat two small mushrooms a day. How does that arrangement sound?"
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