"Mom, what are you picking so many osmanthus flowers for?" Yangyang looked at the osmanthus flowers on the table and asked.
"To make osmanthus cake for you guys to eat." Yang Chuxia pinched his little shoulder, seeing he had no reaction, she tugged his arm, and touched him, seeing he was still calm, she felt a bit relieved.
Just worried he might have accidentally gotten hurt during a fight.
"Really? That's great." Yangyang smiled and said again, "Mom, also have Sister Mingcui's mom make some chrysanthemum cakes, I like those."
"Sure, I'll remember." Yang Chuxia agreed to his request. The child is not too picky with food now, much better behaved than when he was little, so Yang Chuxia usually fulfills his food requests.
"Mom, you're really the best, the best of the best mom in the world." Yangyang joyously jumped up.
"Hmph!" Upon hearing Ye Zi'an's cold hum, he hurriedly jumped over, "Dad is also the best, the best of the best dad in the world, Dad, give me a hug."
