Little Star obediently got off the stool and played by himself in the main room.
The series of actions left Sang Shen and Sang Zi stunned.
But Bling didn't care what they thought. After feeding the child, she sat back down and continued eating, saying as she ate:
"Auntie, please chop the vegetables and put them in the porridge from now on. Don't force-feed Little Star if he doesn't like it."
Aunt nodded repeatedly, "I understand."
Buling smiled at her and buried her head in her food.
After dinner, I took my daughter to wash her feet, then tucked her into bed and sat down to tell her a story.
In her previous life, she knew nothing about this area. All the stories were made up by herself, and the core of each story was the same: to be a polite and well-mannered child.
Regardless of whether the child understands or not, education should start from a young age, so as long as it leaves a little impression on her mind, then her efforts will not have been in vain.
While she was telling a story, Sangshen came into the room, sat down next to the mother and daughter, and watched their interaction intently, but her thoughts drifted far away.
Seeing how Lingling treated his daughter today, he seemed to suddenly recall some things from his childhood, or rather, things he had deliberately forgotten, things he had refused to think about since his maternal grandparents passed away.
He grew up at his maternal grandparents' house. His maternal grandmother doted on him, but whenever he made a mistake, his usually cheerful maternal grandfather would punish him severely, just like Lingling did today.
It seems he really did make a mistake before.
"Lingling, I'm sorry!" Sangshen whispered.
"Um."
Bling glanced at her and continued telling the story...
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