What Gu Xiaoai brings to him is always novelty that the Li family has never had access to. No matter what it is, Len is very happy.
Gu Xiaoai took Len to the kitchen, prepared molds and raw materials, and taught him what these things were.
Len listened to her attentively. Ordinary children would always be interested in novel things and touch them here and there.
Len is different. Unless she tells him, he will not take the initiative to touch those raw materials, and he always takes more time to adapt to new things.
"After we adjust it in a while, we will pour it into the mold and bake it in the oven. The biscuits will be ready." Gu Xiaoai told him the steps.
Len nodded, stood on the chair, and stared at the ingredients on the table with his beautiful eyes.
Gu Xiaoai asked tentatively while adjusting the ingredients, "Son, who do you want to give these cookies to?"
"Mom." Len replied without thinking, smiling at her so hard that his eyes were bent, full of bright light.
"Good son." Gu Xiaoai laughed and then asked, "What else is there? Who else do you want to give it to?"
Len blinked and replied seriously, "Me."
"What else?"
Len glanced at her, his little face was extremely serious, he pursed his lips and thought for a long time before answering, "No."
"..."
Gu Xiaoai took a deep breath, rolled her eyes, and continued to ask patiently, "Where's dad?"
"No." Len replied quickly, without thinking about it at all this time.
"Why?" Gu Xiaoai frowned.
Li Juexi went to Germany, and Luo Yaer also left. During this time, she could spend all her time with Len and work hard to strengthen Len's feelings for Li Juefeng.
No matter where she and Li Juefeng go in the future, the blood relationship between Len and Li Juefeng is unbreakable. She hopes that their father and son can be better off.
Len's question to her was very strange, and he repeated it again in a childish voice, "I won't send it away."
The attitude is very firm.
"But dad must really want to eat the biscuits baked by LG himself." Gu Xiaoai said.
"He eats as a servant..." Len explained with some difficulty, "He eats what the servant makes."
"You are his son. Only the cookies you make will make your father like to eat them." Gu Xiaoai tried hard to convince Len, "Just like my mother, my mother will only like to eat the cookies you make."
"He doesn't like it."
"He likes it."
"..." Len looked at Gu Xiaoai, who was more insistent than him, and suddenly felt aggrieved. He lowered his head and began to only look at his fingers again, his little face becoming expressionless again.
Gu Xiaoai took off her transparent gloves, put her arms around Len, and discussed with him, "Is this good? Let's give it to him this time and see if dad will accept it. If he doesn't accept it, we won't make cookies for him in the future."
Can he?"
Len raised his face, looked at her as if she was thinking about the feasibility, and nodded after a while.
Gu Xiaoai breathed a sigh of relief, "Come on, mom will teach you how to pour this into the cookie mold."
"Um."
Gu Xiaoai taught Len how to make biscuits step by step, and Len laughed so happily that the smile on his face never disappeared.
Gu Xiaoai watched him arrange the biscuit molds neatly on the tray one by one, meticulously, without any deviation.
Gu Xiaoai said there was no need to arrange them so neatly, but Len didn't listen. He had to arrange them all in order to be satisfied, and even if there was any crooked place, he would have to rearrange it.
I don’t know when Len’s autism will be completely cured.
After the cookies came out of the oven, Gu Xiaoai put the cookies into a box and handed it to Len, "Let's go find daddy."