I’ve been constantly observing Tang Yuan, afraid that something might be wrong with my son.
After all, that transparent peach is the only one so far, and Jiang Xiaoxiao won’t have the chance for another.
There’s none on the peach tree.
For the past three years, Jiang Xiaoxiao had completely forgotten about this matter.
Could it be that Tang Yuan really has some sort of...?
Jiang Xiaoxiao started to worry.
"Tang Yuan, come here, come to mom."
Jiang Xiaoxiao held Tang Yuan’s little hand and brought him to the living room.
Mother and son sat on the sofa.
Tang Yuan stiffened his neck, his little face full of stubbornness.
Probably angry because of the ginger.
Softly apologized, "Tang Yuan, mom did lie just now, I admit that. I shouldn’t have lied. As an adult, I should set an example. I’m apologizing to you and admitting my mistake. Eating ginger is good for your health; my intention was good.
But I shouldn’t have lied. I promise to sit in the ’wrong chair’ later and accept the punishment."
Jiang Xiaoxiao’s words, her brave attitude in admitting mistakes, finally softened Tang Yuan’s stance.
Tang Yuan revealed his little tiger teeth at the corner of his mouth.
"Mom, recognizing mistakes and changing is being a good kid, I forgive you. But next time, you can’t lie again. Otherwise, it’s recalcitrant, and dad said recalcitrance requires family discipline. When that day comes, don’t blame Tang Yuan for being justly unbound."
Putting on a stern look, it really amused Jiang Xiaoxiao.
Jiang Xiaoxiao touched Tang Yuan’s hair, the fine and soft strands softened her heart.
"Okay! Mom promises to correct the mistake and not repeat it; otherwise, let Tang Yuan act justly and unbound."
He actually knows how to act justly and be unbound.
Tang Yuan joyfully leaped forward, cuddling into Jiang Xiaoxiao’s arms, "Mom, what should I do if I don’t like eating ginger?"
With a pitiful expression to seek sympathy, clearly aware of Jiang Xiaoxiao’s resolve.
"Tang Yuan, tell mom a thing: how did you see mom chopping ginger in the kitchen? Were you sneaking behind the kitchen door?"
Tang Yuan had an expression of disdain, "Mom, why would I hide behind the door? I can see it just from here. I looked openly. Dad said a man should stand upright and absolutely not do sneaky things."
In Tang Yuan’s mind, Song Moting evidently has a higher status than Jiang Xiaoxiao.
Since most of the time, it was Song Moting who accompanied Tang Yuan in play, like horse riding.
The father-son bond is very deep.
Jiang Xiaoxiao felt a bit jealous herself.
"You saw all of it here from the living room?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao hesitantly asked.
She knew that between her living room and kitchen there was a wall.
To see what someone is doing in the kitchen, you must be at the kitchen door.
If Tang Yuan wasn’t lying, that would be truly terrifying.
Tang Yuan tilted his little head, his beautiful big eyes flickered, looking puzzled at Jiang Xiaoxiao.
"Mom, just , I can see it."
Shifting his gaze toward the wall, narrating as if counting his treasures.
"On the kitchen counter are mom’s chopped ginger mince, next to it, a large white bowl with blue orchids containing minced meat. Mom also placed prawns to defrost in the sink. Let me count... one, two... altogether six."
Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn’t believe her son actually had... comforting herself, maybe it was just a coincidence.
The child must have seen it in the kitchen earlier.
Tang Yuan sneaked a glance at the frowning Jiang Xiaoxiao, carefully speaking.
"Mom, I also saw Aunt Liu next door counting money, while counting money, using her finger to dab her saliva. So disgusting. I also saw behind the neighbor’s chubby family, his sister secretly eating candy from his box, took one and put the lid back in its original place.
Mom, did I do something wrong?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao pulled herself back into her thoughts, and looking down saw the little guy quietly blinking, a face full of anxiety.
Remembering her earlier wild imaginations, and considering Tang Yuan’s young age needs guidance.
Feeling a sense of pity, it’s all because of herself as a mother digging her own child’s pit.
The transparent peach had been puzzling her, how could there just be one of it?
After eating, she felt no particular change.
The feeling apparently all went to her son.
"It’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong."
Tang Yuan shyly touched his round belly.
"Mom, but, I’m hungry."
Jiang Xiaoxiao picked up Tang Yuan, kissed him affectionately.
With a smile, she soothed Tang Yuan, "Alright, how can mom let our Tang Yuan go hungry? Let’s go! Watch mom make wontons."