Ye Chenyang was still a minor. In Ye Wanying and Gao Dan's minds, he was just a child who was slightly older than their son.
With delicious food at his fingertips, Ye Chenyang had long forgotten everything else and was completely absorbed in enjoying the food.
Ye Wanying knew that even though life was going relatively well at home, her parents would never be willing to cook such a full meal of meat. At most, they would only prepare some shredded meat or minced meat for each meal. Ye Wanying felt sorry for her younger brother, who was as thin as a dried-up monkey.
"Eat more, this spare rib is good, very tender!" While saying this, she added a piece of spare rib to her silly younger brother's bowl. Of course, she also put her son's favorite meatballs on his plate. As for the other man, he still had a piece of spare rib.
When they were almost finished with lunch, Ye Chenyang suddenly asked, "Sis, isn't Ye Shiyun's birthday coming up soon?"
Ye Wanying nodded: "Yes, next Friday, which is the Mid-Autumn Festival."
The man next to him paused, because this was the first time Commander Gao had learned the exact date of his son's birthday.
Mid-Autumn Festival?
It was a pretty good day.
Tuanzi seemed to have heard some words too. She raised her head, her lips covered in sticky glutinous rice, and asked, "Mommy, Mommy, is it Tuanzi's birthday?"
Ye Wanying nodded and wiped her son's mouth with a tissue: "That's right, in another week, our Tuanzi will be two years old."
Tuanzi's eyes darted around as she continued, "Mommy, can I ask for a present for my birthday?"
Knowing this mischievous boy wouldn't let such a great opportunity pass by, but since it was a rare birthday celebration that only came once a year, Ye Wanying didn't intend to discourage her son's wish.
"Of course! What kind of gift would you like, Tuanzi?"
"Um, Mommy, can Tuanzi have lots and lots of potato chips?" As expected, the foodie never forgets about food.
Ye Wanying frowned: "That won't work, because Mom doesn't have a lot of potato chips. Otherwise, how about Mom gives Tuanzi a super big Doraemon plushie?"
That blue chubby doll was something Ye Wanying traded two bags of bread for from a boy. It was really cute, and she figured her son would like it.
Tuanzi was conflicted; should she keep it or not?
"Mommy, is it that blue robot cat that can conjure up lots and lots of things from my belly?"
If that's true, does that mean I can turn Doraemon into potato chips?
How could Ye Wanying not understand what her son was thinking?
"Mommy's blue robot cat can't conjure things, but it can sing and tell stories!"
Tuanzi was immediately captivated: "Wow, Mommy, Mommy, really? Can you really sing and tell stories?"
Of course.
Tuanzi immediately made a decision: "Mommy, I want Doraemon for my birthday present."
Where is the blue robot cat who can sing and tell stories?
"Okay, then it's decided!"
In her excitement, Tuanzi ate two more meatballs, and in the end, she collapsed on the sofa again, her belly bare, just like a frog.
Ye Chenyang sat to the side watching people, while Ye Wanying cleared away the dishes and went into the kitchen to wash them. Commander Gao followed his wife into the kitchen and immediately reached out to hug her waist.
"What are you doing?" Being suddenly hugged from behind startled her, especially since the man walked so quietly that Ye Wanying hadn't paid much attention.
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