The little guy shuddered as soon as he heard.
"What kind of weird illness?" Lele asked.
"Huh, didn’t I tell you?" Yangyang blinked his eyes and then said, "It’s so disease in Shandong, Mu Family’s uncle said it’s called mummy disease. When soone catches it, they beco as thin as a corpse, really scary, and their face looks terrifying."
As he spoke, he made a scary face at Lele.
Lele rolled his eyes in speechless contempt, how silly.
"Walk properly." Ye Zi’an saw him hopping along the way and tapped him once, but far from quieting down, the little guy climbed onto Ye Zi’an instead, and like a monkey climbing a tree, wrapped his arms around Ye Zi’an’s neck, "Handso Dad, carry on your back!"
"You’re so big now, and still want Daddy to carry you, so shaful!" Lele comnted on his little brother but his eyes clearly showed so longing. Yet he pretended to be all grown up, indicating that he wouldn’t be as childish as his brother, he was an adult now.
"Mom said, no matter how old we are, in front of our parents, we’re always children."
"Oh, you’re quite clear on that, aren’t you?" Ye Zi’an weighed the little one on his back, who was indeed quite solid.
"Of course!" Yangyang, perched on Daddy’s back, suddenly realized this feeling was too good.
But then Ye Zi’an’s next words made him feel not so good.
"Son, it’s ti for you to lose so weight, you’re really heavy."
"Impossible!" Yangyang cried out, "I’ve clearly been controlling my portions."
"You’ve been controlling your portions?" Ye Zi’an’s voice suddenly rose sharply, "My boy, what nonsense are you spouting? You’re growing right now, why are you controlling your portions, are you asking for a spanking?"
Upon hearing this, Yangyang suddenly stretched his head forward, eting face to face with Ye Zi’an, who looked sideways at him, his gaze asking if he had anything to say.
"Handso Dad, you’re so contradictory. One mont you tell to lose weight but won’t let control my portions, so should I lose weight or not? Are all adults this inconsistent?" While saying this, his two little legs swayed back and forth.
Which led Ye Zi’an to slap his little leg, "Be good, keep swaying and I’ll throw you off."
"Handso Dad, quit your false threats, you wouldn’t have the heart to throw off," Yangyang boasted, continuing to sway his legs, catching Lele’s sympathetic glance as he looked back.
Sure enough, the next mont, Ye Zi’an’s hands, which had been holding the little guy’s legs, loosened slightly.
Frightened, the little guy hastily wrapped his arms tight around Ye Zi’an and clamped his legs around Ye Zi’an’s waist.
"Handso Dad, you’re trying to commit patricide here."
"Really clueless." Lele laughed, "You think you’re Mom? If Mom were on Dad’s back, Dad would never throw her off, but when it cos to you, hehe."
"You’ve got a point." Then the little guy quickly scrambled down from Ye Zi’an’s back, patted Ye Zi’an’s arm and said, "Handso Dad, even though I’m not Mom, I’m still your dear son. You really do prefer beauty over your own child, sigh!"
After saying this, the little guy put his hands behind his back and shook his head as he walked, looking every bit the old man.
Lele looked at Ye Zi’an, shaking his head as well, "Sigh, we’re your sons indeed!"
Ye Zi’an looked at his two little ones, feeling sowhat sullen. Were his sons making fun of him?
By the ti they’d reached the dining room, Yang Chuxia saw Ye Zi’an looking a bit grim and asked, "What’s the matter?"
"These two little devils need to be disciplined better; they’re out of hand, even daring to make fun of ."
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