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Fu Yunheng pointed, "Wanna eat meat."

Ji Qingying laughed, "Is the meal in the kindergarten good?"

Actually, she already saw it in the kindergarten group chat, and even saw Fu Yunheng eating at lunch time.

Nowadays, the teachers in the kindergarten are responsible for sending the children's lunch menu pictures in the afternoon to the group every day, and they even take videos.

Although it is not possible for every child‘s face to be in the photo frame every time, if the parents look carefully, they can find their own child.

Baobao shook his head with a serious face, took her hand, and said seriously, "Mommy, it's not yummy."

"Why wasn’t it yummy?"

Baobao thought about it seriously: "It's not as yummy as the food cooked by Daddy, Granny, and Auntie."

Ji Qingying was silent for a moment.

"What about compared to Mommy’s?"

Baobao is an honest child, so he told her honestly, "It’s more yummy than Mommy’s cooking."

What Mommy cooks is not for people to eat.

It’s either salty or not salty. Baobao was very picky, and no one dared to question this.

Hearing this, Ji Qingying was deeply shocked.

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Evening.

Fu Yanzhi left work on time and went home. When he got home, Baobao was reading a picture book outside.

After hearing a sound, Baobao turned his head to look over, ran over happily, hugged his leg, and acted like a spoiled child, "Daddy, Daddy."

Fu Yanzhi picked him up and pinched his face, "Do you miss Daddy?"

Baobao nodded, "Yes."

Fu Yanzhi looked around, "Where’s Mommy?"

Baobao pointed at the kitchen.

Fu Yanzhi was surprised, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Mommy is cooking?"

"Yes."

Fu Yanzhi, "…Where’s Auntie?"

Baobao shook his head innocently.

Fu Yanzhi put him down, saying, "You play here, I'll go see Mommy."

Baobao nodded.

When Fu Yanzhi arrived at the door of the kitchen, Ji Qingying was struggling with a pile of meat.

He stared at it for a while, then walked over with a smile, and took the knife from her hand.

"What are you doing?"

Ji Qingying looked at him and said, "I can do it by myself."

"Why do you suddenly want to do it by yourself?"

Fu Yanzhi looked sideways and asked, "Has Auntie asked for a leave?"

"No."

Ji Qingying said indifferently, "I just want to learn how to cook by myself."

Fu Yanzhi raised his eyebrows and said, "There’s Auntie and me, so what do you want to learn?"

He signaled for Ji Qingying to step aside, saying, "We don’t need you to cook at home."

Ji Qingying didn’t leave, "No, I want to learn how to cook today."

Fu Yanzhi laughed; he looked at her sad expression and then smiled silently, "What happened?"

He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips. "Tell me."

Ji Qingying repeated Baobao's original words.

Fu Yanzhi was slightly startled and hugged him, saying, "Take no offense at a child’s babble, he only knows how to eat, don't take it to heart."

Ji Qingying shook her head, put it on his shoulder, and thought, "Not like that."

She reflected for a while: "I found that I am really not a good mother. From his birth to now, I haven’t cooked for him more than five times."

"Do you think he will think that I don’t ;love him?"

"He won’t."

Fu Yanzhi comforted her, saying, "Cooking for a child is an expression of love, but not doing it doesn't mean that you don't love him. Everyone has things they are good at and not good at. You read books with Baobao every day, play the piano for him, and take him out to play. This is also a sign of loving him, our Baobao will not care about this."

Ji Qingying knew that what he said was reasonable, but she still felt a little uncomfortable.

She buried her head and rubbed Fu Yanzhi's neck, "I’m just afraid that in school, the children will say how delicious the food their parents cook is, and how they cook for them when they get home from school. But our Baobao, the food cooked by Auntie, Daddy cooks less, and Mommy’s cooking isn’t delicious, so basically don’t cook."

Fu Yanzhi chuckled.

"That won’t happen."

He squeezed Ji Qingying's palm and said, "It doesn’t matter, Baobao certainly didn't think of this when he said that to you."

Ji Qingying pursed her lips and said, "But it's true."

Fu Yanzhi kissed the corner of her lips, "I don't think so, I think your cooking is delicious."

Ji Qingying was amused by him: "You are blinded by love. You’ll say I am good at everything I do."

"This is true." Fu Yanzhi said, "I love you, and I think you’re good at everything you do."

"……"

She has to say that Fu Yanzhi is a man who really knows how to comfort people.

Ji Qingying's sadness seemed to have dissipated a lot after he said so.

After that day, Baobao didn't say that her cooking was not good anymore.

Occasionally, Ji Qingying steamed some eggs for him, and he would praise Ji Qingying for blowing her away. It made Ji Qingying couldn't laugh or cry.

Later, after asking about it, she found out that Fu Yanzhi had a talk with him.

He said that from now on he shouldn’t say that the food made by Mommy is not yummy. From the start, Mommy is not good at cooking, and when she cooks, it’s all Mommy’s love. Food with love—how can it be bad, right?

Baobao seemed to not fully understand, but he also knows how to make Ji Qingying happy.

The matter of cooking is in their house; it passed just like that.

When Baobao was four years old, he became capable of doing more things, but at the same time his words became fewer.

Occasionally, some golden sentences will pop out of his mouth.

Fu Yanzhi discussed with Ji Qingying, and began to teach him things he was interested in.

The couple didn't know what he was interested in, so just like Ye Qing, they simply let him try everything, and finally he chose the one he loved the most.

When he was five years old, and at Ye Qing's birthday.

Baobao has learned the piano and presented a song to wish Ye Qing a happy birthday. Ye Qing was so moved that she made three posts.

Ji Qingying thought it was funny, but she was relieved.

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