Song Tingshen saw her happy and proud smile and felt perplexed again. Based on his innate impression of her, this was out-of-character for Ruan Xia. What had happened to her while he was away on a business trip in City A? Since that time, she had changed. She had become close to Little Wang and no longer went out to play. Other than going to her baking class and oral English class, she was at home most of the time. It seemed as if she had turned over a new leaf and was being a good mother.
But why?
He previously hadnât been interested in knowing what had caused her change of heart, but now he kind of wanted to know. After all, she had been indifferent to Little Wang in the past four years. Even when their kid took the initiative of getting close to her, she wouldnât respond much and would even find his clinginess annoying.
âMom, I want to eat that too.â Little Wang tugged on Ruan Xiaâs clothes and pitifully looked at her.
Ruan Xia looked at him in askance. âI made one for you too, but you already ate it. Once itâs eaten, thatâs it.â
At the mention of this, Little Wang got angry. His chubby hands, which were stretched out, clenched into fists. âMom, the one you made for me was so small. The one you made for dad was so big. And you only gave me one, but you gave dad several pieces. Mom, youâre biased!â
This complaint was a bit serious...
Ruan Xia had made a child-sized xue mei niang that was the size of glutinous rice dumplings sold at supermarkets. The ones she had made for Song Tingshen were slightly bigger. She hadnât expected this chubby kid to be so observant and notice the difference.
âBut youâre not as skinny as dad,â Ruan Xia answered without any guilt. âBesides, dad is an adult, and youâre a child. His portion of the food has always been bigger than yours. The doctor has said you need to control your weight. Youâre the only overweight kid in your nursery class.â
Little Wang was sitting on the small sofa that was just for him. âYour heart doesnât have me, thatâs why you wonât let me eat.â
Song Tingshen, who had been the background board, lightly coughed. âYour mom is doing this for your own good. Little Wang, listen to your mom.â
Little Wang retorted, âDad, donât butt in. This is between me and mom. We can resolve it ourselves.â
Song Tingshen: â... Okay.â
His son was getting cooler and cooler.
Ruan Xia calmly leaned against the wall. âDo you know what will happen to your body if you eat too many sweets?â
She took out her phone and read aloud the online information, âFirst, youâll get fat...â
Little Wang raised his hand. âIâm not scared of being fat. Iâm already fat anyways.â
âYour bones will become porous, youâll easily get tired, and you might even get white hair.â
Little Wang blinked. âI donât like black hair anyways. Itâs fine if my hair turns white.â
Ruan Xia: â... Okay, itâs also written on the phone that youâre more likely to get gallstones and get breast cancer if you eat too many sweets.â
Acting like the devilâs advocate, Little Wang had an indifferent attitude. âIf I get gallstones, I get gallstones. Besides, you said thatâll happen if I eat too many desserts. I havenât eaten too many sweets.â
âSong Shuyan, are you itchy for a beating today?â
Ruan Xia walked over, picked up the chubby kid, and placed him on the bigger sofa. Then, she stretched out her hands and started tickling him. The mother and child messed around, and the topic finally came to an end.
Song Tingshen, who hadnât said much, lowered his head and looked at the xue mei niang on the plate. Thinking about what Ruan Xia had said...
Gallstones, breast cancer...
He lost his appetite for the confection. He didnât want a part in that.