Chapter 482 If only Aunt Mingzhu were his mother Xie Mingzhu couldn't bear to watch any longer and came forward with a smile.
"Let me teach you."
Just then, Jiang Jiang was facing the faucet, so Xie Mingzhu simply held his two little hands from behind to demonstrate.
A gentle voice came from above her head, and Jiang Jiang felt herself being half-embraced in a warm embrace.
Then, a large, warm hand gently rubbed his small hand, and an extremely pleasant sound echoed in his ear, showing the utmost patience.
"Like this, after lathering up with soap, rub your fingertips against your palms back and forth. You can do this while rinsing as well..."
Xie Mingzhu held Jiang Jiang's hand, explaining and demonstrating at the same time, with extremely detailed steps.
Jiang Jiang nestled close to Xie Mingzhu, inhaling the unique, subtle, and comforting scent emanating from her—scent that didn't seem like perfume. A feeling of indescribable emotion welled up within her.
He couldn't help but lean back slightly, getting closer and closer to Xie Mingzhu...
Taking advantage of Xie Mingzhu's inattention, Jiang Jiang quickly looked up at her.
From his perspective, Xie Mingzhu's lips were gently upturned. As if sensing something, she looked down and ruffled his hair.
At this moment, Jiang Jiang's feelings were even more indescribable.
A sigh inexplicably welled up from the bottom of my heart.
She really looks like her mother.
If only his aunt really were his mother...
Jiang Jiang looked at Xie Mingzhu again and again with lingering affection, not even noticing when Xie Mingzhu let go of his hand.
The little guy's hand was suddenly let go, and before he knew it, he leaned forward, his arm plunging under the tap—
Half of my sleeves were soaked.
"oops."
Xie Mingzhu was about to leave, but seeing this, she had no choice but to come forward, smiling and shaking her head, gently touching Jiang Jiang's nose with her slightly cool and damp hand.
"What are you thinking about? Are you so engrossed in your thoughts?"
"Come on, let Auntie roll up your sleeves for you, otherwise it will be uncomfortable if they get wet."
Xie Mingzhu first used a towel to dry the water off Jiang Jiang's sleeves, and then rolled up that part of the cuff.
The moment Xie Mingzhu's right forearm was fully exposed, she glanced at it casually and was suddenly stunned.
On the side of Jiang Jiang's forearm, there is a small but very noticeable red birthmark.
Xie Mingzhu glanced at it a couple more times, somewhat surprised.
Why does this birthmark look so similar to the one on her arm?
In that instant, a crazy idea suddenly popped into Xie Mingzhu's mind.
Without much thought, she grasped Jiangjiang's shoulders, turned the child to face her, and examined him closely.
These features...upon closer inspection, don't quite resemble her.
This judgment seemed to instantly bring Xie Mingzhu to her senses and calm down.
What is she thinking?
Lately, these thoughts seem to keep popping into my head...
When I see a child on the street, I always carefully examine their appearance and features.
Xie Mingzhu touched her forehead and sighed softly.
She's really gone mad lately. This isn't the first time she's seen this child; he has family and a father.
As for this birthmark...
That is, the position and color are somewhat similar to hers, but the size and shape are not very similar upon close inspection.
Many people have red birthmarks; it's probably just a coincidence.
Xie Mingzhu tried to comfort herself, but she couldn't help but glance at the birthmark on Jiang Jiang's arm again, feeling a little strange.
Soon, the children obediently washed their hands clean. Just then, Xie Mingzhu's pastries were ready, so she called the children over and gave each of them one.
The pancakes were stuffed with meat and simply seasoned. The four children took a bite and immediately raised their eyebrows in surprise.
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