It tastes so good...
He drank it too fast and choked.
"Cough cough...cough cough cough..."
Ye Wanying couldn't help but frown:
"Drink slowly." Nobody's going to take it from you, okay?
However, she gently patted her son's back until he finished drinking to his heart's content before letting go.
Do you still think milk tastes bad?
Immediately, the little man began to shake his head repeatedly:
"It's delicious, so delicious!"
As for it tasting bad, how could that be?
"If it tastes good, then Mom will make it like this for you from now on. But for now, hurry up and eat your eggs."
"Oh, okay."
After the mother and son finished breakfast and cleaned the kitchen, the little boy was playing with his toys in the living room when he saw Ye Wanying come out:
"Mommy, where are we going to play today?"
Ye Wanying was taking off her apron:
"How about we go find Brother Xiao Jiu?" she asked.
"Okay, okay, let's find Brother Xiao Jiu! Tuanzi hasn't seen Brother Xiao Jiu in so long!"
The little one got so excited about going to find Xiao Jiu that he threw away his toys and ran straight into Ye Wanying's arms:
"Mommy, let's go quickly."
Um... even if we're going, shouldn't we get my son and me ready before we leave?
The little guy was dragged back to his room by his mother, and then his mother started kneading his clothes like dough. The little guy looked very happy, lying on the bed in a starfish position.
Unable to resist, I patted my son's chubby little body:
"Are you some kind of big shot?"
"Um... I'm Grandpa Ye."
Grandpa Ye, are you sure?
Do you know who Grandpa Ye is?
That's your maternal grandfather, the famous Ye family patriarch, the fearsome Chairman Ye in the capital's social circles.
Aren't you afraid your grandfather will beat you up for using his name like this?
Well, I'm afraid I'm not afraid at all. Even if the real Master Ye were in front of me, I would still have the courage to call myself Master Ye.
Why is it that all the older generations, even the three generations, dote on this little guy so much?
Ye Wanying's lips twitched a few times at her son's sudden, whimsical answer:
"You should focus on being your Young Master Ye for now."
We'll talk about the old man and all that many years later.
Whether you get the job or not depends on your own efforts.
The real skill lies in having the ability to command genuine respect and the respect of others by addressing them as "Grandpa."
Nearly twenty more minutes passed before the mother and son finally got ready and left the house.
Before leaving home, the little one stuffed all sorts of things into his little backpack:
"Mommy, this should also be worn by Brother Xiao Jiu."
Ye Wanying leaned against the doorway:
"Take whatever you can fit in it." Anyway, no one will help you carry it.
Since it's something you want to do, then do it yourself.
After hearing his mother's words, the little boy tried to lift his little schoolbag: Oh no, it's a bit too heavy!
"Mommy?"
Ye Wanying turned her face away, not intending to respond.
The attitude is clear: if they're not going to help, they're not going to help. You'd better figure it out yourself, little guy.
Having no other choice, the little boy reluctantly put down the things he wanted to bring for his older brother Xiao Jiu, and then took out several more items from his schoolbag.
I only stopped when I could carry it on my back.
Even at a cursory glance, it's more than half a backpack.
"Mommy, it's done."
Ye Wanying straightened up:
"Are you sure?" he asked one last time.
The little man nodded:
"Um."
"Okay, let's go."
The little guy then skipped over and took his mom's hand again.
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