The little boy got down from Ye Chenyang's arms and patted his clothes very fussily, as if he had just been stained with some unclean things. Ye Chenyang was so angry that his teeth itched.
That brat deserves a beating!
Unfortunately, there's no way around it; it's too difficult. If I dared to take action myself, I'd be killed by my own parents first.
Thinking about it carefully, I've clearly been a bit of a pushover since I was little!
When I was little, my parents doted on my older sister; now they dote on my nephew. In any case, I, the little cabbage, have nothing to do with it.
"Great-Grandpa, Mommy sent Tuanzi to tell Great-Grandpa it's time to eat!"
This round little dumpling was surprisingly fast; before he could finish a sentence, he had already rolled right up to the old man's side.
"Okay, okay, Great-Grandpa understands."
The little one nodded: "Then Tuanzi is going to help Mama."
Pfft, are you sure it's to help?
Isn't it because you've been longing for the fried meatballs you didn't finish eating?
The little boy ran towards the kitchen, and Ye's mother had already arrived, smiling as she spoke:
"Grandpa, Aunt Hui, dinner is almost ready. Xiao Xi, hot water and soap are ready, go wash up."
When she caught a glimpse of her own son out of the corner of her eye, she instantly turned disgusted:
What are you still standing here for?
Ye Chenyang's lips twitched. It seemed that his previous belief that he was picked up from a trash can was a gross overestimation of himself.
Ye Chenyang's situation is quite similar to that of Minister Gu; they are practically identical.
But since my uncle is still young, unlike Minister Gu, who, although he is now just a nobody in the Gu family, is able to support himself.
In the kitchen, a pot of flavorful boiled fish fillets was served, and the aroma wafted out of the Ye family's house through the chimney.
As a typical little foodie, Tuanzi couldn't stop slurping during her oral exam:
"Mommy, Mommy, what is this? It smells so good!"
It looks quite nice.
It's sprinkled with all sorts of seasonings, and the colorful presentation makes it quite appealing.
"Fish."
Children shouldn't eat it; it has thorns and is spicy.
Um?
What?
Can't eat it?
Did I hear wrong?
In an instant, the little boy's chubby face scrunched up, and he looked at Ye Wanying, saying:
"But... Mommy, Tuanzi wants to eat!"
"Can't!"
This is a grass carp, which has the most bones, so Ye Wanying wouldn't dare give it to her son.
"Mommy~"
I'll make you some crucian carp soup later.
The little man thought to himself: "Carp soup is made from crucian carp, so... that's fine."
"Okay, sure."
Pfft, it's just that the little guy is still young. In two years, he probably won't be so easy to fool anymore.
But that's not necessarily true; what if it's a case of one party willing to give and the other willing to receive?
"Go wash your hands with Brother Xiao Jiu. By the way, where's your dad?"
Tuanzi had long forgotten about her father's existence, but when Ye Wanying suddenly brought it up, she turned her head slightly, glanced around, and said in a soft, sweet voice:
"Mommy, Daddy is missing."
I don't think I saw Daddy in the main room just now.
Ye Wanying glanced at the dishes beside her; there was only one stir-fried vegetable dish:
"Mom, can you stir-fry these vegetables? I'll go find someone."
As Mrs. Ye was tidying up the dishes, she naturally overheard her daughter and grandson's conversation:
"Okay, I'll copy it. Go find Xiao Dan and see if she's in her room."
Ye Wanying had already untied her apron and rubbed her son's little head:
"Go wash your hands with Brother Xiao Jiu. It's time to eat. Mom will go find Dad."
The little boy clung to Ye Wanying's wrists with both hands: "I want to go too."
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