Chapter 13 "I should also have some discernment."...
Chapter Thirteen:
Ye Qingxi ate two pieces and then stopped eating.
Although he really wanted to eat, Mu Shaowu said, "Eat this much first, we still have dinner tonight. If you like it, I'll have your aunt buy it for you every day from now on."
"Okay, okay," Mu Shaoting replied cooperatively.
Looking at her freshly baked nephew, she thought that finally someone could share the cake-making experience with her. From now on, the two of them could be a happy cake-making duo, and she would never have to worry about the calories exploding again.
Mu Shaoting felt happy just thinking about it. She leaned closer to Ye Qingxi and asked, "Xiaoxi, what flavor do you want to eat tomorrow? How about strawberry? Their strawberry is delicious too."
Ye Qingxi instinctively wanted to refuse. He had been an actor for thirteen years, and acting was practically ingrained in his life. Along with that came the need to control his diet and maintain his figure.
Cakes are not nutritious and can easily make people fat, so they were already off his food list by his parents.
Therefore, although Ye Qingxi loves cake, he has actually eaten it very few times.
Only on his or his parents' birthdays can he have a small piece.
It's no exaggeration to say that his intake today may have exceeded his intake over the past year.
But……
Ye Qingxi smiled; he was no longer an actor.
He's only five years old, what can't he eat?!
Ye Qingxi nodded happily and agreed to Mu Shaoting's request.
Upon seeing this, Mu Shaoting immediately placed an order for a strawberry cake and discussed with Ye Qingxi when it would be delivered.
After they finished discussing it, dinner was almost ready.
Mu Shaowu sat down next to Ye Qingxi, picked up his chopsticks, and first put a few dishes that were far away from him on Ye Qingxi's plate.
However, Ye Qingxi had only eaten one piece of pork rib when she realized that she didn't seem to have much room left in her stomach.
"That's true," he thought. He had already eaten a plate of dessert and two pieces of cake that afternoon. If he were eighteen, it would be fine, but he was only five years old now, so he probably couldn't eat anymore.
Ye Qingxi raised her eyelids and secretly glanced at Mu Shaowu.
Just then, Mu Shaowu looked at him and caught him red-handed.
"What's wrong?" Mu Shaowu asked with concern.
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi felt a little embarrassed.
He said he was full right after we started eating, which was really disappointing.
"No," Ye Qingxi said.
He lowered his head, picked up a piece of green bamboo shoot, and slowly began to eat it.
Seeing that he was eating slowly, Mu Shaowu asked in confusion, "Don't you like this?"
Ye Qingxi shook her head.
"Then why are you eating with such difficulty?"
Ye Qingxi: ...
He hesitated before looking up, only to find that Mu Shaoting and Mu Shaoyan across from him had also stopped eating at some point, their eyes fixed on him.
Ye Qingxi: !!
Ye Qingxi gave an awkward laugh and turned to look at Mu Shaowu, "That's right, I ate a bit too much this afternoon, and I can't eat anymore."
Mu Shaowu thought he was losing his appetite because he was thinking of his grandfather, but he didn't expect it to be this, and he instantly felt relieved.
"You should have said so earlier. Then you can stop eating now and eat when you're hungry."
After saying that, he took Ye Qingxi's bowl and scooped the food into it.
Ye Qingxi was surprised; he hadn't expected Mu Shaowu to eat his food—although he had barely touched it himself.
However, he is not Mu Shaowu's biological son.
Just as surprised as him was Mu Shaoyan, who exclaimed in shock, "Brother, why are you eating Xiaoxi's food?"
Mu Shaowu looked at him, "Can't I eat?"
Mu Shaoyan: ...
"That's not it, it's just that I haven't seen you eat anyone else's food before."
“Is Xiao Xi someone else? Xiao Xi is my son.”
"Then Dad won't eat my leftovers either."
Moreover, he was certain that his older brother wouldn't eat Qin Cheng's leftovers.
Upon hearing this, Mu Shaoting burst into laughter. "Mu Shaoyan, you're something else! You want Dad to eat your leftovers?"
Mu Shaoyan: "I didn't say that. I said Dad won't eat it."
"If Dad doesn't eat, then I can't eat either?" Mu Shaowu didn't seem to care.
Ye Qingxi only ate a pork rib and a slice of bamboo shoot, and her chopsticks barely touched the food twice; it was hardly leftovers.
"Just eat yours," Mu Shaowu chuckled. "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll make you eat my leftovers."
Mu Shaoyan: ? ? ?
Mu Shaoyan was speechless. "You're not my son."
Mu Shaoting laughed heartily.
Enraged, Mu Shaowu threw his chopsticks at him, saying, "Believe it or not, I'll beat you until you're begging for your daddy tonight."
Mu Shaoyan dodged for a moment, then said without fear, "Second brother, times have changed. You're old now. It's not certain who will call me 'Dad' now."
Just as Mu Shaoting was about to laugh again, he suddenly saw Ye Qingxi next to Mu Shaowu looking at them, and quickly kicked Mu Shaoyan under the table.
"What are you doing?!" Mu Shaoyan looked at her.
"What are you doing? You dare to challenge my second brother? You've really grown some guts!"
As she spoke, she glanced sideways at Mu Shaoyan and said: Ye Qingxi is here.
"He was the one who said he beat me until I called him 'Dad' first."
"What's wrong? Can't your second brother say a few words to you? Not to mention saying anything, I would even give you a beating."
After saying that, she glanced at Mu Shaoyan again and said: "Are you stupid? Xiao Xi is still here."
Ye Qingxi, sitting opposite them: ...
Ye Qingxi lowered her head silently, unable to bear looking directly at him.
There was no way around it; for Mu Shaoting, acting skills were simply too simplistic and torturous for him.
She was practically about to yell at her uncle, but unfortunately, her uncle didn't seem to have a knack for quick thinking.
Ye Qingxi was afraid that if his aunt kept looking at him like that, her eyelids would start to twitch.
Fortunately, Mu Shaoyan finally realized what was happening when Mu Shaoting gestured for him a second time—the child was there, so he had to give his brother some face.
Mu Shaoyan quickly changed his expression, lowering his head and saying, "Brother, you're right. Times have changed, but you're still as strong as ever, so I might not be able to beat you."
Mu Shaowu: "...You might as well shut up."
Mu Shaoyan gave him a disdainful look: You're not satisfied with this?
He obediently replied, "Oh."
Ye Qingxi was taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.
He was an only child with no siblings, and his parents were never the type to play around with him, so he had never seen the way the Mu family siblings interacted, which he found interesting.
He thought they would bicker like this for a while, but unexpectedly, they stopped at this moment because he stopped.
Mu Shaoyan clearly didn't really think he couldn't beat Mu Shaowu; he just didn't want to damage Mu Shaowu's image in his mind because of him, so he took the initiative to withdraw.
He cares about his brother.
Whether it's Mu Shaoyan, Mu Shaoting, or Mu Zheng, they all care a lot about Mu Shaowu.
Or perhaps, they actually care about each other a lot.
Because they are family.
They are normal and care for each other's families.
Ye Qingxi was momentarily at a loss and silently lowered her head.
His rice bowl had been taken away by Mu Shaowu, and now the table was empty, with nothing on it.
But just a second later, two more candies appeared on the table.
"Eat some candy." Mu Shaowu's voice rang in his ear.
Ye Qingxi looked up, and Mu Shaowu smiled. "If you can't eat rice, you can always eat candy, right? This candy is quite delicious, you should try it."
Ye Qingxi: ...This is really your first time raising a child. You never feed a child so many sweets in a single day. Aren't you afraid of them getting cavities?
But since we've already eaten the cake, a couple more candies won't make a difference.
Ye Qingxi unwrapped the candy without any guilt and put it in her mouth.
"Is it good?" Mu Shaowu asked him.
Ye Qingxi nodded.
Mu Shaowu received an affirmative answer, and then lowered his head to eat the rice in his bowl.
After dinner, Mu Shaoyan and Mu Shaowu each carried one of the 1.8-meter-tall teddy bears back to Ye Qingxi's room.
After thinking for a moment, Mu Shaowu took the bear he had just put down back to his room.
“Here,” he placed it against the wall, “you’ll be staying with me for the next few days, so I’ll put this here for now. You can play with it anytime you want. The sunlight will come in, so you can lie on it and sunbathe.”
Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?
Do you think I'm a cat? Sunbathing?
However, Ye Qingxi obediently responded, which was taken as an agreement.
“And another thing,” Mu Shaowu bent down and looked at him gently, “next time if you can’t eat anymore, just tell me.”
"Of course, as your father, I should also be perceptive enough to notice when you can't eat. This time it was my mistake, I will definitely pay attention next time."
Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?
Ye Qingxi felt like she was hallucinating.
Is the subject and verb really not reversed?
This was the first time he'd heard of a father who should be more perceptive.
Isn't this usually said about children?
Moreover, what do you mean it was his mistake and he will definitely pay attention next time?
What mistakes did he make?
There's absolutely nothing he needs to pay attention to.
“…No, no need,” Ye Qingxi said.
He didn't need Mu Shaowu to be perceptive in his eyes.
But Mu Shaowu didn't think so. "I still need to use it, but you have to help me. Even if I have two bright eyes, I can't see through everything. So sometimes, you have to tell me what you're thinking. Like today, if you can't eat, tell me, I'll know, and I can help you solve it. But if you don't tell me, I might have to guess for a long time, and I might still not be able to guess."
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi was at a loss for words again.
He had never had such a parent-child relationship; his father had never bent down, looked him in the eye, and spoken to him so gently.
He didn't know how to answer.
He could only feign innocence and quietly look at the person in front of him.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Mu Shaowu didn't ask him to give an answer.
Take it slow. They have a long time to spend together, so Ye Qingxi doesn't need to agree to anything right now.
He has the patience and the confidence.
"Alright, go have fun." Mu Shaowu rubbed his head. "I'm going to do some work."
After saying that, he turned around and walked to the computer desk.
As Ye Qingxi watched his retreating figure, she felt that he seemed somewhat different from the father she had always imagined.
He didn't say anything, picked up the game console, and silently started playing the game.
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