Gu Nuan had walked away earlier, busy in the kitchen. Having just gotten off the plane, everyone must have been hungry and ready for a al.
Little Pudding was small with tiny eyes and didn’t see his aunt behind the partition, so he first spotted his uncle, sitting in the living room pretending to study on his laptop seriously. He toddled over.
"Uncle."
Xiao Yebai turned his head and saw Little Pudding’s small face.
No matter how he looked at it, it was an innocent face, as blank as a white sheet of paper.
Sohow, Xiao Yebai felt that the mischievous genes, which should have been stirring inside him, were not only still but were actually being suppressed by the pressure coming from this little male god’s face.
"What – what’s wrong?" Xiao Yebai squeezed his collar unconsciously, his voice becoming serious as he asked.
Gu Nuan heard his voice, sneakily turned back, and glanced at his face.
Indeed, with a real child at ho now, he had to put away his usual pretentious coquettish deanor. There was no way he could act spoiled in front of a real child.
Yebai instantly turned utterly serious, making it strangely awkward to witness.
Gu Jinrong’s lips twitched slightly, imperceptibly.
Little Pudding presented the little monkey toy to Uncle Yebai, saying, "This is for my little cousins."
This child’s face, so serious like Zhao Zirong, seed like he was never joking.
Used to joking around daily, Yebai naturally felt awkward. He hesitatedly took the stuffed toy from Little Pudding’s hands and, after so thought, complinted him like the others, saying, "Thank you."
"Really?" Little Pudding imdiately lit up, his cheeks blossoming into a smile. Initially, he had sensed that his uncle was a bit strange, as if he didn’t like him much.
Seeing how quickly Little Pudding cheered up, Xiao Yebai felt overwheld, as if a massive mountain was pressing down on him.
This child was too pure, too upright, completely opposite to him. How could he cope, being soone with "evil" genes?
Could it really be so kind of trap set by Zhao Zirong?
Alarms went off in Yebai’s head.
After handing over the little monkey, Pudding turned and saw Aunt Gu, and ran over, saying, "Auntie, let help you. I can move stools and set the table."
"Sure, the chairs are over there," Gu Nuan pointed out.
After all, the household’s dishes and utensils were all made of unbreakable eco-friendly material. Gu Nuan wasn’t against letting the child develop independence.
Gu Jinrong was, after all, using Little Pudding’s visit to enhance her mothering skills early on. With tip-toes stretched, Little Pudding set the table, which was almost as high as his head, with bowls and chopsticks.
His earnest little face, and his clear, childish eyes, shone like a crystal-clear stream.
Xiao Yebai couldn’t sit still any longer, he stood up and hurriedly went to open the door.
Little Pudding’s genes, inherited from the Zhao family and Zhao Zirong, were too good—too obedient—
In comparison, he was fully aware of his own disposition. What if his children turned out to be compared with Little Pudding?
Heaven, surely it would be a lamb versus the Great Sage Equalling Heaven!
Bang.
Suddenly, the child at ho slamd the door and left.
Gu Jinrong knew right away what was going on.
It was good for the boy to reflect because, after all, soone about to beco a father should no longer behave so irresponsibly and maintain such a mischievous childishness, right?
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