The sweetness of someone caring for you is just that, sweet.
Catching the joy in his father's eyes, Mingyu, precocious beyond his years, asked, "Daddy, when can I be a flower boy?"
Fan Shaoming, immersed in the pleasure of someone caring for him from early morning, didn't catch on immediately and asked casually, "What flower boy do you want to be?"
"You're going to make Miss Su my mom, aren't you getting married? You'll be the groom, Miss Su will be the bride, and then I'll be your flower boy, Youyou too. Youyou and I will be the perfect boy and girl, wishing you and Miss Su will have a beautiful pair of brothers and sisters for me in the future."
Fan Shaoming couldn't help but laugh, "Who taught you these things?"
"Grandma's soap operas."
Fan Shaoming: ...
"Knock knock."
They looked toward the sound of the knocking to see Yan Ruoting entering.
