"Mommy, this milk has no taste, it doesn't taste good."
Listening to her son's explanation, Ye Wanying nodded very seriously:
"Oh, is that so? So once it has flavor, I'll like to drink it?" she asked rhetorically.
These words left the little boy momentarily speechless. He pondered for a moment, thinking, "If it has a flavor, then it depends on what it tastes like. Is it delicious or not? If it tastes good, then it's not unacceptable."
Thinking this way, he said it exactly as he was told. His mother smiled shrewdly and then said:
"Baby, wait for Mommy."
After saying that, he stood up and walked to the storage cabinet next to him. He took out several unopened bottles and jars from them, and finally picked out two small jars and put them on the table.
The little one was very curious, wondering what Mommy was going to do.
Pfft, this little guy probably doesn't know that no matter how many conditions you have, your mom can perfectly meet your requirements, leaving you with no excuses at all.
Actually, I just picked out a few jars of oatmeal, sesame paste, bean powder, etc. that Meimei gave me when I was in Beijing. These were some things her friends bought from abroad, and there was also a bottle of instant bird's nest.
Ye Wanying picked out oatmeal and bird's nest and started unpacking them.
The little boy asked curiously:
"Mommy, what are all these? Are they for eating?"
"Yes." As she spoke, she used the spoon that came with the can to scoop out a few spoonfuls of oatmeal, then opened the bird's nest can, poured some out, and poured it all into the milk cup.
"Hmm, just a little bit of candy is needed, baby. Wait a little longer, Mommy will be done soon."
"oh."
The little one's eyes were now fixed intently on the glass of milk, and his little mouth was constantly moving:
I want to eat some.
I just saw Mom put a lot of things in there.
However, the little boy was very obedient. Before his mother came out, even though he was itching to steal food, he didn't try to eat anything.
When Ye Wanying came out with the sugar from home, she saw that her son's eyes were practically glued to the glass.
mock up!
Now I want to eat it!
Therefore, no matter how powerful Sun Wukong is, he can't escape the Five Finger Mountain of the Buddha.
The little guy is like Sun Wukong, and his mother is practically the Buddha. She can tell exactly what the little guy is thinking just by the slightest movement of his toe.
For the sake of my son's dental health, I didn't add much sugar; just a slight sweetness was enough.
After everything was ready, I used a clean spoon to stir it in the cup.
Because the heating in the room hadn't worn off yet, the milk was still very hot, so there was no need to boil it in a pot again.
As the spoon stirred, a fragrant aroma of oatmeal wafted out, and the little person's nose twitched clearly as they sniffed it.
Ye Wanying couldn't help but laugh:
"Want some?"
"Mmm, yes, I want to."
How could I not want to? My mouth is already watering!
Ye Wanying tested the temperature and then pushed the milk towards her son:
"Drink carefully, test if it's too hot."
The little guy was very well-behaved at this moment. He did whatever his mom said. He tested the temperature of the glass with his chubby little paws and nodded.
"Mommy, it's not hot anymore," he said to his mother.
"Drink it when it's not too hot."
Upon receiving the instruction, the little guy's face lit up with excitement. He quickly held the cup in both hands, put it in his mouth, and began to drink.
After tasting the first bite, his face was immediately filled with satisfaction.
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