Men also need to be pampered (2)

h such a beautiful face, it's no wonder she attracts so many admirers!"In the mockery, he reached out and effortlessly tore at her nightgown. This man probably had bloodthirsty and warlike tendencies...She peeked discreetly. The man’s expression didn't change much later, but in subtle ways, like the twitch of his eyebrows and the occasional glance he cast her way, you could tell his mood had improved.

This childish pettiness, hmph, really makes her think he's acting like a little kid.

After that, when Little Youyou asked about his sweater, the man still shooed him away, acting as a responsible elder, earnestly telling him not to tire her out. Her sweater, let's talk about it later.

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Come on, it's not like the little guy proposed first! He agreed to the request before she made it clear she was going to knit him a sweater. Why is he acting like this!

That's his son, eh!

Sometimes he gets so wild, he acts like he doesn't even recognize his own family!

Although she grumbled like that, her heart was actually filled with sweetness. After all, exclusivity is a manifestation of deep love.

During the break, she took the sweater and held it against him. He stood perfectly still, cooperating completely. She couldn't help but think that he must be feeling rather pleased with himself right now.

Men also need to be cherished. You have to show that you think about him and miss him, putting all your thoughts on him. That way, men will be happy. For example, in this matter, the size of a man's body is already engraved in her heart, so knitting him a sweater doesn't require constantly measuring him. But if you often measure him, when a man sees you working hard for him, he will be happy. This may not be immediately apparent on the surface, but it can be felt.

He was done measuring and saw that she had him ranked first, so she put the sweater aside temporarily and went to the refrigerator to start making a fruit platter.

(..tw)The refrigerator was in the study, and since their family spent a lot of time in there, it was always stocked with various things – fruits, milk, ice cream, even some cakes.

Every time, she picked up the small knife and began to cut fruit skillfully, three little ones would toddle forward eagerly, with eyes that were equally dark and resembled those of a puppy. The same fruits, passing through her hands, were carved into flowers and gradually arranged into beautiful clusters. The expressions on the faces of the three little ones would then be filled with wonder. Little Haohuo was the most childish, at this time he would especially applaud with a “Wow!”, which gave a great sense of accomplishment. At this moment, Lin Mengxin's heart would feel sweet and she would secretly think to herself how fortunate it was that she had learned this trick from Ah Zhen. Ah Zhen was a master in arranging fruit platters. After apprenticing under her, Lin Mengxin often discussed with her and, coupled with her own design talent, occasionally came up with some of her own creations. It could be said that she had also achieved something in this area.

"Ding ding ding—"

Smiling, she was quite pleased to unveil today's creation -- a large interpretation of the saying "Little lotus just shows its sharp tip, early dragonfly stands on top."

"Wow, that looks so good!" Little Haohuo is being sweet again.

Since Rong Hengduo joined, this little guy seems to have a sense of crisis. His mouth has become surprisingly sweet, and he talks much more. Especially when Rong Hengduo is around, this little guy seizes every opportunity to be by Lin Meng's side, subtly provoking Rong Hengduo, making him realize the facts and not fight him for Mommy's affections.

"Go, bring it over and eat with Daddy!"

Xiao Hao immediately snatched the fruit tray, swiftly like a wolf cub, as if afraid that if he was even a step late, Rong Heng Duo would take it. After delivering the fruit tray, he rushed back over, tugging at the table with both hands and looking up with his little face, coquettishly demanding.

"Mommy, Haohuo wants strawberry-flavored milk today!"

"Well, okay."

Lin Meng first made the orange juice that Xiao Youyou wanted, inserting a crisp passion fruit on the wall of the glass as a small ornament and handed it to him. Then she went to make the strawberry juice that Xiao Youyou wanted. Then was Rong Hengduo's apple juice.

Rong Hengduo is not picky about what he eats, usually just eating whatever is given to him. For example, when Lin Meng asked Rong Hengduo which kind of juice he wanted to drink, he said, "Whatever." He probably couldn't let go and seemed a bit reserved here. Lin Meng didn't ask any further questions, since it was "whatever," then I'll just do whatever. This child needs to understand that since you've come in, if you want something, first of all, you need to open up your own heart. Otherwise, if you keep going with "whatever," the only thing you'll get is "whatever." You can't expect others to take the initiative to enter your heart if you don't step out yourself.

Rong Hengduo silently took the apple juice, saying softly, "Thank you."

In terms of etiquette, this child has always behaved very well.

Lin Meng just smiled and nodded.

"Go!"

This is telling him to go eat the fruit platter!

Rong Hengduo carefully held two cups of apple juice in his hands and went away, savoring the moment very much.

This child!

Lin Meng shook his head slightly, and poured himself and Rong Ling orange juice. As Rong Ling took the juice with one hand, he naturally wrapped his arm around Lin Meng and sat beside him.

On some sultry nights, sipping on such a refreshing glass of juice is truly enjoyable. Almost as if by instinct, Lin Meng, Xiao Youyou, and the mother-son trio of Xiao Haohuo each took a large gulp, put down their juices, and let out a hearty sigh of relief. Then, when they realized they had made the same sound, the three looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Everything, lies in silence!

Such a scene is what Rong Hengkui envies.

Such a mother-child interaction, he hadn't experienced it, nor did he know what it would be like. He only vaguely felt that it would be very beautiful and secretly yearned for it. He thought, when could he naturally integrate into this group like little Haohuo It would probably take a long, long time. He remembered Rong Mama. The grandmother who left for J City the day after he arrived. He was smart and sensitive, knowing that Rong Mama's departure was related to him. That day, he was excitedly looking forward to the evening class again, but was told that the evening class was canceled because Uncle's family was sending Rong Mama back to J City.

That night, grandpa's illness worsened, and he couldn't sleep.

Because of his arrival, someone left this home. He felt an indescribable pressure. This pressure kept building in his heart, making him hesitant to get close to Lin Meng even if he wanted to. He didn't know what kind of thoughts this supposedly amiable aunt had about him in her heart. Did she resent him Dislike him

He already knew why he was taken in. Therefore, he had to tread carefully upon entering this place. Even his thirst could only be concealed with care. Just like now.

He took a tiny sip of the apple juice, sweet with a hint of tartness, and lowered his eyes slightly.

Lin Meng then told Rong Ling about the phone call from Miao Qing, mentioning He Zhanshu and Li Yiping.

Little Youyou just snorted. "They really got a good deal!"

Among them, including the little girl called Bingbing. No matter what, Xiaoyou doesn't have a good feeling about her.

Xiao Hao expressed his strong disapproval. "Yeah, exactly! They got off too easy!"

Though Rong Hengduo remained silent, he pricked up his ears to listen attentively to Rong Ling's opinion.

“It was the right decision to leave. He Zhanxu finally regained some of his composure. The He family has fallen to this state, and staying any longer would only bring them more trouble. It’s better to go somewhere far away, far from the intrigues of Kyoto. That way, they might have a better start.”

Little Youyou's lips twitched, showing a slight displeasure.

Rong Ling immediately saw through his thoughts.

"When you grow up, if you still have those thoughts in your head, I won't stop you!"

Xiao Youyou was taken aback, deeply feeling that his father was truly terrifying. He thought about just letting Bingbing off so easily would be a pity. After all, he still remembered how the girl had treated him and his mother badly, ultimately leaving with her parents in a peaceful and amicable manner. It felt too cheap. He should have personally disciplined that girl. However, his father's words left no room for further thought. His father meant that what he was thinking was inappropriate. His father's words always made sense, so if that was the case, he would just put those thoughts aside for now and wait until he grew up to address them. But what about the old woman from the He family Could she also wait until he grew up before taking action

"Daddy, where is Grandma He"

When asked, the little guy's eyes were blazing with anger.

Rong Ling picked up a large grape and stuffed it into the little fellow's mouth.

"Think it over before you ask again." The tone held a hint of reprimand.

The little guy took a bite, and suddenly the sweetness of grapes overflowed in his mouth. Then, within that sweetness, there was a slight tang. The little guy straightened up, his big eyes narrowed slightly.

Not only him, but also Xiao Haohao and Rong Hengtuo began to think.

Rong Ling's teaching of these three children was not simply imparting dead knowledge, but more often revolved around practical examples and inquiry-based learning, constantly putting what they learned into practice. For example, Rong Ling has been teaching them more about the suppression of families like the Dong family. During the day, he would do something, and at night, he would share it with the three children. Sometimes, he would explain why he did it that way, sometimes he wouldn't explain, but instead let the three children come up with their own explanations. Sometimes, he would put forward a hypothesis: if they were in his position, what methods would they use to counter the suppression And based on the specific circumstances, they would predict what results those methods would achieve. Beforehand, he would provide the three children with data about the target of his suppression. Sometimes, he would also present a similar case beforehand, allowing the three children to quickly enter the situation and giving them some inspiration. In short, this simulation method gave the three children more opportunities for thinking. And their growth has been evident to all.don't you just take a look After all, the little girl used to be your woman, and she gave herself to you for the first time. She's sick, so go see her!He just sat there, staring blankly at the glowing...