"Mom, did you hear what I said?" Yu Ziqian asked.
"I heard."
Yu Ziqian grinned triumphantly. "So, in the future, will I spend more time with you than you do with dad?"
"Yes, right!"
An Ning didn't know how to answer; she didn't want to deceive the child.
Having grown up with his grandmother, Yu Ziqian inherited her keen side, calculating everything down to the decimal point.
So, when he asked others questions, he might make them guarantee their answers repeatedly. "Mom, can you make it certain?"
An Ning picked up the fruit platter and placed it in front of Qianqian. "You haven't had fruits since coming home from school, right? Today's blueberries are very nice, sweet, you can eat more of them; they're good for your eyes."
Yu Ziqian angrily moved the fruit platter away, crossing his arms with a boss-like aura. "Mom, do you think I'm just a greedy little fool?"
An Ning burst into sad laughter. "Why do you ask that?"
