Qiao Moyu never thought her son would have such a reason. She sighed deeply. Her eyes seemed to moisten a little and her heart was filled with warmth.
What a lovely baby, he wanted to grow up and protect her as soon as he can!
Qiao Moyu picked up the little toddler and enthusiastically planted several kisses on him. She put him back down and earnestly advised him, "Luo Luo, eating too much won't help Baobei grow up. Instead, you'll get sick easily and your growth will slow down. Baobei can just eat as usual, but you can't be picky. If you eat what Nanny feeds you, you'll be able to grow up fast!"
The toddler listened and nodded. But after a moment, he still spoke hesitantly: "But Luo Luo doesn't like to eat onions. Can Luo Luo not eat it?"
"Luo Luo can eat a little of it at a time. Just a little bit, and get used to it slowly. Once you're used to it, the onions will no longer taste bad," she said.
"Oh, actually Luo Luo eats so much onions every time!" The boy used his small fingers to indicate the size of a grain of rice.
Qiao Moyu had the impulse to laugh, but she held back and nodded at him seriously, "Okay, then we'll eat less of it together tonight!"
After she promised, Luo Luo stretched out his pinky finger and hooked it with hers.
Qiao Moyu looked at her son's soft and tender face. With a gentle light in her eyes, she said: "Luo Luo, Mom loves you!"
The little toddler immediately looked back up at her, his big eyes full of joy. Then he bowed his head and whispered, "Luo Luo loves mother too!" After that, he turned away and ran off.
Qiao Moyu noticed that the boy's cheeks and ears were red. She couldn't help but tease, "Luo Luo, are you feeling hot? Why is your face so red?"
Upon hearing her comment, Luo Luo, who initially struggled with his bigger belly, fled even faster. He ran to his room and plunged into the small couch that Qiao Moyu bought for him. Only his little butt could be seen from outside.
In the afternoon, Qiao Moyu studied the novel at home to prepare for tomorrow's audition. Thanks to her love of books from her previous life, she read through the story very quickly; it only took her a day to read through millions of words to understand the plot and development. Afterwards, she used the rest of her time to study the script.
Luo Luo sat next to her while she studied. After the boy had taken his medicine, his stomach was no longer uncomfortable. He quietly played with his building blocks and didn't make any noise.
While Qiao Moyu pondered about her lines, she suddenly spotted Luo Luo's small head beside her. Apparently, he was trying to keep his eyelids open, but he was too tired and looked as if he was about to drift off to sleep.
She quietly picked up the small toddler and patted him on the back until he completely dozed off. Afterwards, she laid him gently on his bed.
Luo Luo slept for two hours. By the time he opened his eyes, he found his mother sitting in his room, so he laughed happily.
But when Qiao Moyu turned to look at him, the baby quickly closed his eyes and snored, pretending to sleep.
Qiao Moyu had the urge to laugh but she didn't want to give him out. So she continued to read her script. Sure enough, when she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, the boy's eyes were open.
So Qiao Moyu pretended to look at the time and said out loud to herself: "Oh, I should wake Luo Luo up, otherwise, if Baobei sleeps too much during the day, he won't be able to rest at night!"
When she came to the bedside, she saw her son yawn, pretending to have just woken up. He opened his eyes and blearily looked at her.
This was essentially acting! Qiao Moyu played along. She bent over and said, "Ah, is Luo Luo awake? Mother was planning to wake you up!"