He also said: "Mu Wanqing, knowing you, I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes. You are so stupid that even I can't stand it and you feel embarrassed..."
…
When Mu Wanqing regained consciousness, her high fever had subsided, and her tired and heavy body felt much lighter.
She lay on the bed in a daze for a long time, and then finally came to her senses: Yang Mufan was still in the villa.
Keep your ears open and listen to what's going on downstairs.
But except for the subtle sound of the lawnmower outside the window, it was so quiet that there was nothing else.
Mu Wanqing's slender eyebrows suddenly frowned: Could it be that Yang Mufan has left?!
Thinking of this, Mu Wanqing could no longer lie down, and ran downstairs eagerly with bare feet without even wearing slippers.
With, panic, confusion.
Just as she ran downstairs, Mu Wanqing clearly heard the sound of running water coming from the kitchen.
What followed was the son's extremely childish voice.
Yang Mu'an stood on tiptoes, lying on the cooking table, and shouted with some displeasure: "Uncle, put in more pork. Mom doesn't like eating pork, so we should force her to eat more pork. If you try again,
Put some meat in it, there is so little meat, put in some more."
At this moment, Yang Mufan had taken off his coat, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, and was standing in the kitchen making porridge.
Hearing his son's yelling, he remained unmoved at all.
Still pouting her beautiful lips, she cooked lean meat porridge slowly.
When Yang Mu'an screamed and was about to lose his temper, and started to put meat into the porridge, he freed up a slender hand, suddenly pressed Yang Mu'an's little head, and then whispered in a pleasant voice: "An'an
, there is a saying that is good, you can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry. Your mother doesn’t like to eat meat to begin with, and she is sick. You suddenly add a lot of meat to the porridge, do you think your mother can still eat it?! Originally, add a little less.
, she can eat several large bowls, but because you added a lot of meat, she only eats a few bites. What do you think is more worthwhile than the gain?!"
"..." Yang Mu'an raised his head high and looked at his uncle with his dark eyes, as if he was seriously thinking about the true meaning of these words.
Yang Mufan glanced at his son indifferently, then continued to cook porridge and whispered: "An'an, there is another saying: do what others like. It means that when you have something to ask others, just do it.
Cater to his preferences."
"I don't understand." Yang Mu'an lay on the cooking table and said a little aggrievedly. He really felt that his uncle was becoming more and more interested in talking about truth.
Yang Mufan patiently gave him an example. He asked: "An An, if mother is unhappy and An An wants her mother to be happy, what will An An do?!"
When Yang Muan heard this, she frowned, thought about it carefully, and then raised her mouth and said: "When mom is unhappy, she will shed tears, but if An An is obedient, or if An An kisses her, mom will
Will laugh."
Yang Mufan said: "That's because my mother likes An An to be obedient and kiss her, so she will be happy. Such behavior is called: giving in to others."
"Really?!" Yang Muan asked.
Yang Mufan nodded: "Yes." In fact, this example is a bit biased, but it was too profound and Yang Muan couldn't understand it.
"Then An An should kiss her mother more often and be more obedient." Yang Mu An concluded.
Next, Yang Mufan didn't say anything else and cooked the lean meat porridge in silence. Until he caught sight of Yang Muan jumping up from the corner of his eye to see the lean meat porridge in the pot, while speaking inarticulately.
Asked: "Uncle, is it ready?! Is it delicious?! Do you think mom will like it?!"
Yang Mufan glanced at his son who was jumping non-stop, and then spoke quietly, with a somewhat serious tone. He said: "Yang Muan, eat more food in the future. Look at your little man, he is really short..."
