The little one asked innocently, "What did Mom do yesterday?"
Lu Jinyuan: "......."
He realized he had said the wrong thing and quickly tried to make amends: "Mom didn't sleep well last night, so she needs to sleep a little longer."
"oh."
The little guy is only two and a half years old, and his thinking ability is not very strong yet.
"Dad, can we eat the steamed buns now?"
The little guy's attention was quickly drawn to the steamed bun.
"It's ready to eat."
After Lu Jinyuan finished speaking, the little guy put down the unpeeled egg in his hand and went to get the steamed bun.
Lu Jinyuan reminded him, "An'an, you haven't finished peeling your egg yet."
"I want to eat steamed buns."
"Pipe the eggs first before you get the steamed buns." As a soldier, Lu Jinyuan habitually completed tasks one by one.
Therefore, he subconsciously uses this way of thinking when teaching children.
The little guy pouted; he didn't want to peel the egg anymore.
"Were you about to peel the egg yourself just now?" Lu Jinyuan's tone was serious, but his expression was very gentle.
An An nodded.
"Finish what you're doing first..."
Before Lu Jinyuan could finish speaking, Ran Jinnian came out of the room.
She heard the entire conversation between the father and son.
“Aren’t you being too strict with your son? He’s only two and a half years old,” Ran Jinnian said.
severe?
Lu Jinyuan thought about it seriously for a moment: "I don't think this is being strict, but rather trying to prevent An'an from being indecisive."
“An’an usually eats steamed buns first, then eggs,” Ran Jinnian reminded him.
Lu Jinyuan remembered that it was because the steamed buns were hot that he made An'an eat eggs.
"I was being too serious."
Lu Jinyuan immediately realized his problem. He had been busy with his mission for the past two years, and Ran Jinnian had been taking care of the child almost entirely on her own.
Ran Jinnian was very understanding: "You're just used to your own way of doing things."
“An’an is too young, I can’t train him like I train them.”
"He is young, but we can't spoil him too much."
The couple exchanged a glance; the man's eyes were full of self-reflection, while the woman's eyes were full of forgiveness.
After breakfast.
Lu Jinyuan took the small ball and led An'an to the playground to play football.
He just returned from his mission yesterday, so he will have a day to rest.
As soon as Lu Jinyuan took An'an out, An'an's friends arrived.
"I want to go play football with Daddy." An'an held Lu Jinyuan's hand happily.
"I want to go too."
"I'll go too."
The children all want to go.
Lu Jinyuan waved his hand and said, "Let's go."
The children cheered.
The women peeked out and saw that it was Commander Lu who had returned, and they all greeted him.
Yan Qingxue was feeding her child, but the little guy was very picky about food, refusing to eat this or that, which made her increasingly irritable.
"Eat it or don't, if you don't want to eat it, then get out." Yan Qingxue threw the bowl and chopsticks out.
"Wow."
One-and-a-half-year-old Huo Qiyu burst into tears.
"Crying, crying, crying, all you do is cry all day long."
When Yan Qingxue heard her son cry, her temper became even more irritable.
At this moment.
A familiar voice came from outside, and Yan Qingxue stood at the courtyard gate to take a look.
A child was sitting on the man's shoulders, and the child was holding a ball. The father and son were smiling exactly the same way.
Behind him were five or six children.
Yan Qingxue's eyes darkened. Lu Jinyuan could play with his son, but Huo Zhiting never cared about his son.
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