Although he didn’t want to discourage his son, he still had to make him aware of the difficulties involved, lest he think becoming a General was sothing easily attained.
If he found out later that this was not the case, he might lose his fighting spirit.
Yangyang listened to his dad’s string of words and only managed to respond after a while.
Looking up, he said, "I know, I didn’t say I’d beco a general right away. I’ll start as a soldier."
As he spoke, he even clenched his fists, "When I turn twelve, I’ll go and be a soldier."
Ye Zi’an saw his son’s full ambition and raised an eyebrow, "If your mom agrees, daddy has no objections."
By their side, Yang Chuxia heard this and said, "Considering safety, I don’t support him pursuing a military career, but if he truly likes it in the future, then we can discuss it then."
"Mom, I like it!" Yangyang took the opportunity to declare.
"Liking it now doesn’t count; it only counts if you still feel the sa when you’re grown up." She patted his little head and continued, "Anyway, let’s not talk about this anymore. Those who need to wash their hands, wash your hands, those who need to wash their faces, wash your faces. It’s ti for dinner."
Seeing that the eldest, who had followed them in, had not spoken, Ye Zi’an asked, "Lele, what do you want to be in the future?"
"A knowledgeable teacher with students all over Great Zhou."
"Pfft..." Ye Zi’an spurted out his drink, staring at his son for a good while before wiping his mouth, "This is killing , my sons’ ambitions are so lofty, they’re really putting pressure on their dad."
"The student surpasses the master. It’s good for the boys to be ambitious, it’s better than only knowing how to eat, drink and be rry." Yang Chuxia felt comforted by her sons’ aspirations. It was just Yangyang’s desire to join the army that was a bit worrying.
Fortunately, they were all still young; there would be changes in the future.
"Mom, where is my duck soup?"
"Mom, why isn’t there my favorite stead at with rice flour?" Lele looked at the dishes on the table and pouted.
Ye Zi’an echoed, "Wife, where are my favorite stead shrimp?"
Yang Chuxia, who had just washed her hands, walked in to see three n, one big and two small, all looking at her with questioning faces.
"What’s the rush? It’s getting cold, I was afraid the dishes would get cold. So are still not served. Mingcui, bring the dishes."
Mingcui responded and brought up the dishes that had been kept warm. As soon as Yangyang caught the familiar scent, he cheered, "Delicious and fragrant old duck soup, I love it."
"I still prefer the fragrant and steaming stead at with rice flour."
The savory soup and rich at were enough to whet anyone’s appetite.
But just as the dishes were served, Yang Chuxia felt a sudden churn in her stomach, "Oof..."
The three n, just about to start their al, stopped simultaneously, "Mom, what’s wrong?"
"My wife, are you uncomfortable?"
"I’m not... Oof..." Just as Yang Chuxia was about to say she was fine, another wave of nausea hit her.
Ye Zi’an, seeing this, imdiately instructed Mingcui to call the doctor.
"Are you feeling a bit better, wife? Have so water."
"I don’t feel bad, I just can’t stand the sll of the oily dishes on the table." Especially when the duck soup was brought over.
Hearing this, Ye Zi’an quickly said, "Clear the greasy dishes off the table imdiately."
"Ah!" The nanny, Li, and the other old maids hurried to carry the dishes to another room, but they both had smiles on their faces.
Before long, the doctor arrived, following Li Wen into the room.
"Perfect timing for the doctor; please check what’s wrong with my wife."
"Yes, my Lord, do not worry." The doctor set down his dicine box and, after a cursory glance, seeing the rosy complexion of the wife and no signs of illness, had a hunch.
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