Su Wanwan patted his head gently and made him sit down next to her, letting him eat by himself.
Yan Ge'er, with his chubby little hands, held a porcelain spoon and drank his porridge by himself; he was very well-behaved and sensible.
Su Wanwan picked up some of his favorite dishes and placed them on the plate in front of him.
Yan Ge'er held up a spoon and offered it to Su Wanwan: "Mother, eat."
The child's arms were too short, making it a little difficult for him to do this, and the porridge dripped onto the table.
Su Wanwan patted Yan Ge'er's head, her smile a little helpless.
It was obvious that Lu Xingjian had just fed her porridge, and Yan Ge'er had seen it and then imitated him.
However, she personally likes children, and she has watched Yan Ge grow up, so she doesn't mind the child's drool.
She naturally drank the porridge from the spoon with her little hands, and then gave Yan Ge'er a new spoon.
Lu Xingjian watched this heartwarming scene without saying a word for a long time.
After finishing breakfast, he finally spoke up: "We should find him some playmates, and also find him a martial arts master and a mentor."
Su Wanwan: "..."
"He's too young."
Lu Xingjian wiped his mouth with a damp cloth. "What do you mean 'little'? I could recite the Three Character Classic when I was three years old."
"Martial arts skills must be built from a young age, and one cannot slack off."
Su Wanwan couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy when she thought about his arduous childhood studies.
Ms. Zhou was a woman who had high expectations of herself and the children she raised.
Even so, Lu Xingjian often received praise from Zhou, not for his intelligence, but for his diligence and hard work.
The clueless little boy was thus persuaded to work tirelessly on this path, earning high praise from many teachers and mentors.
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