"Aren't you done yet? The water is boiling."
"Almost there."
Without raising her head, Shen Mingzhu answered, still focusing on cleaning her son's ear piercings.
Watching his son cozily curled up on Shen Mingzhu's lap, Pei Yang couldn't help feeling a bit resentful.
When she cleaned his ears, she did it perfunctorily, but with their son, she was so careful and attentive.
"Guoguo is hungry and waiting for you to cook noodles, why don't you continue tomorrow?"
"I'll be done soon."
Shen Mingzhu glanced at him, "You could cook just as well."
"It's not the same, yours taste better. I'll clean Ziheng's ears, and you go cook the noodles."
Pei Ziheng opened his eyes and looked at him, conveying his refusal with both his gaze and expression.
I don't want you cleaning them.
Brat, now you're being picky too.
