Seeing the interaction between the mother and son, Ye's mother finally showed a smile that she hadn't been able to muster in days: "Tuanzi, there are more than just your mother here!"
Grandma is jealous!
Reach out and tap the tip of Ling Tuanzi's nose.
Tuanzi looked thoughtful for a moment, then suddenly laughed, looking at Ye's mother and saying, "Tilted...neck...beautiful!"
In an instant, Ye's mother's heart almost melted with sweetness.
"Really? Is Grandma prettier or your mom?"
Well, it seems that even at a certain age, women are still gossipy!
Tuanzi was conflicted. She looked at her mother, then at her grandmother, and finally her gaze lingered between the two of them.
"Hmm... Wry neck... It's... Mom's mom!"
As expected, she's a child with high emotional intelligence!
Because praising either one would inevitably result in a bad answer, while this somewhat irrelevant answer is actually quite good!
The implication is: Mom is beautiful, but Ye's mother is Ye Wanying's mother, so of course she's beautiful too!
With Tuanzi's emotional intelligence, there's really no need to worry about him not finding a wife in the future!
The mother, mother, and son laughed for a long time. Tuanzi was tired, and when Ye Wanying carried her son to bed, Tuanzi was already asleep.
Looking at her son sleeping soundly in her arms, Ye Wanying felt a constant sense of contentment: "Like a pig!"
I couldn't help but make a comment.
But his words still couldn't hide his affection!
The child was asleep, and the mother and daughter didn't chat anymore; their sewing movements quickened. By late at night, around midnight, they had finished all three sets of clothes.
Mother Ye is not young anymore and felt a little tired. She couldn't help but stretch her arms and twist her neck: "Phew~~ I'm getting old!"
When I was younger, I could stay up for three nights in a row and still feel incredibly energetic!
"Mother, I'll take care of the rest of the ironing. You should go back to your room and rest!" Ye Wanying couldn't bear to see her mother ruin her health.
Fortunately, there's an iron in the room; it'll only take a few minutes.
If we were to use the current method of ironing clothes—pouring boiling water into an enamel mug and then slowly ironing while it's still hot—it would probably take until the next morning.
Mother Ye rubbed her eyes and said, "Let me iron it. Your clothes haven't been made yet, have they?"
The two of them had made three sets of clothes before, but there was definitely none for Ye Wanying!
"Damn, Mom, you saw it too. I'm very quick. It's just a piece of clothing, it won't take long. You should go back to your room and rest, or I'm afraid my dad will beat me!"
Although Ye's mother brought him along as a burden when she first came to the Ye family, Ye's father's affection for her has only increased over the past twenty years, never decreasing.
Hearing her daughter's teasing, Ye's mother felt a little embarrassed, having just noticed that her daughter's movements were much faster than her own.
"Alright, then don't stay up too late, be careful of your eyes. Go to sleep after a while. Since the clothes aren't finished, you can wear mine tomorrow!"
There's nothing like a good mother in the world; a child with a mother is a treasure!
In both her lifetimes, Ye Wanying experienced this feeling only through her mother. Her eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.
"Mom, I know!"
After her mother left, Ye Wanying glanced at the person on the bed, then spread the clothes she had sewed earlier out on the table, and took out an iron from her spatial storage.
In less than two minutes, the entire outfit was ironed to perfection.
Three outfits in total, and it didn't even take ten minutes!
After tidying up, Ye Wanying folded the ironed clothes and put them on the table in the main room, so that her parents would see them as soon as they got up the next morning.
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