973. Chapter 973: Why are you looking for a woman as short as my mommy?
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 stature. It's really weird and embarrassing for you to be short.
He's so short, is he still my son?! Look at my uncle who is so tall, how could he have a son as short as you?! Don't destroy your uncle's extremely good genes, okay?!"
Although he was too young and couldn't understand some of the words, Yang Muan was certain that his uncle disliked him.
Therefore, the young master was particularly unhappy and unhappy.
He pouted his little mouth, crossed his short arms across his chest, and stared at his uncle menacingly.
Yang Mufan stirred the lean meat porridge in the pot gracefully. From the corner of his eye, he saw his son's angry but extremely cute expression and movements. His thin and charming lips were faintly pulled at both ends.
Freeing up a hand to touch his little head, Yang Mufan asked in a pleasant tone: "Why, I am not happy even after just saying a few words to you?! Yang Muan has not grown taller, but his temper has grown a lot. Today
Uncle will solemnly tell you: Sometimes, you still have to face reality. You are not tall to begin with, and you cannot force others to tell lies and flatter you, saying that you are tall, right?! Such behavior
, called: self-deception, very stupid and ridiculous. Your uncle gave you such good genes, but you don’t know how to manage and utilize them well. After all, it is still your own problem, so... accept it calmly. "
After saying that, Yang Mufan whistled happily.
He remembered that when Yang Muan first lived with him, she might have been a little afraid of strangers, which was called a well-behaved person.
Whatever he told him to do, he did.
He told him to go east, but he would never go west.
Not to mention being obedient.
Unlike now, I always show off my face to him.
Being scolded by his uncle, the young master must be very, very, very unhappy.
He continued to raise his little face and asked with a cool and cold expression: "Uncle, is it because I don't grow taller that you are happy?!"
Yang Mufan raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment, then said "uh huh" and "a little bit" from his throat.
After hearing this, Yang Mu'an immediately smiled and continued to ask: "Uncle, are you sure whether you grow taller or not is just my problem?! You are not responsible?!"
Without even thinking about it, Xiangmu Fan blurted out the answer: "Otherwise."
The next second, Yang Muan directly imitated Yang Mufan's usual sarcastic expression, snorted, and then asked rudely: "Since you care so much about the genes of the next generation, why did you choose someone like my mother in the first place?
Such a short woman gave birth to me who is not very tall?! After all, it’s not your own eyes that have a problem. Then what, it’s not that you grow taller, I must grow taller, maybe my genes are not responsible
I inherited it from my mother, so my current height is considered normal."
Hearing this, Yang Mufan immediately froze there with his whole body stiffened. Countless black lines slid down his forehead, and the corners of his mouth twitched faintly.
And when Yang Mu'an saw that Yang Mufan seemed to be severely beaten, his face was dark and gloomy, and even the spoon he was holding to stir the pot was frozen in mid-air, motionless, he immediately whistled a little and went out happily.
run.
The moment he turned around, he saw Mu Wanqing standing in the living room. He didn't realize that his words and actions just now had hurt her. He just flew towards Mu Wanqing extremely happily and obediently, and shouted sweetly.
