Transformed into Little Fubao, known as the Little Expert in Pitfalls

As if something expected yet unexpected happened, Xiao Mingchen sat up suddenly, without washing his face or brushing his teeth, and put on his clothes casually, and ran to the destination that attracted him to wake up.

When he rushed in, Wang Yitong was startled by him and almost spilled the flour in her hand. She said earnestly, "Ye Mingchen, can't you do things more slowly or more steadily?"

Xiao Mingchen shook his head and wanted to say no, but under the pressure of his mother's eyes, he changed his words: "No... I can't, that's impossible, mother, I... I will definitely change and never be rash again."

I don’t know how much of this can be believed, but at the moment Wang Yitong is quite satisfied with her youngest son’s attitude.

So, while kneading the flour in the basin, she asked, "Mingchen, why are you coming to the kitchen so early in the morning without combing your hair, washing your face, brushing your teeth, or putting on your clothes properly?"

Xiao Mingchen blushed and pinched his clothes, and asked embarrassedly: "Mom, um...Mom, did you make something delicious?"

At the end of the questioning, Xiao Mingchen simply looked like he was ready to die. On the surface, he looked like a "newborn who is not afraid of calves", but in fact, from Xiao Mingchen's slightly closed eyes and trembling hands, you can tell that he is actually "a coward."

Wang Yitong: “…”

She couldn't help but think, her little son is so crybaby and greedy, will he be able to find a wife in the future? Will he snatch food from her own children after he has a child?

This comes from a mother's worry and concern about what she knows about her child's current situation and what will happen to her child in the future.

Apparently at this moment, Wang Yitong had forgotten what her youngest son had said about not getting married.

After waiting for a long time and still not hearing his mother's voice, little Mingchen opened his eyes and looked up. He saw his mother kneading the dough. She looked like a monk in meditation, unable to see or hear anything else.

After waiting for a long time, the mother still didn't speak. Little Mingchen was really uncomfortable with the smell, so he moved uncontrollably to the basin that emitted the fragrance.

Xiao Mingchen moved quietly while staring at Wang Yitong with his eyes rolling, wanting to say something, but seeing that Wang Yitong didn't respond, he remained silent and bravely lifted the cloth covering the lard residue.

"Ahhhhh... Mom, is it really lard residue?" Ye Mingchen screamed in disbelief.

Wang Yitong rubbed his ears which were a little numb from being yelled at. His face turned pale and blue. He repeated to himself several times: "My own child, I can't hit him." Then he suppressed his anger and said again without getting tired of it:

"Ye Mingchen, how many times have I told you? I told you to be more stable? Be more mature? Why don't you listen? Well, why don't you remember what your mother said?"

The more Wang Yitong spoke, the more he could no longer control his rising anger.

However, in the end, she couldn't bear to hit her youngest son Ye Mingchen.

Xiao Mingchen sniffed and felt like crying, but he held back his tears: "Mom, I just haven't seen... eaten lard residue for a long time, so I was a little excited. I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to yell so loudly."

"I didn't mean to scare you, mother."

"I'm sorry." Xiao Mingchen was a little choked up as he spoke, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.