Dr. Jiang's Daily Adversities

The father and son did not care about each other. The little boy climbed onto the bed and lay on the pillow with his back facing his father.

Mo Boyuan did not even blink. He quickly cleaned up the dishes on the table and placed them in the pot before taking them out of the room to the kitchen.

However, when he was about to start washing the dishes, Mo Boyuan stood in front of the sink with his eyebrows almost knitted together.

The tap water was flowing out, and soon, the pot was about to be filled.

He turned off the tap and turned around:

“How do you want to wash it?”

The two cameramen who were following him were suddenly asked and they were stunned. When they reacted, one of them replied,

“Brother Mo, you’ve taken a little too much water. Furthermore, you have to take out all the bowls and chopsticks in the pot first.”

Mo Boyuan followed the cameraman’s instructions. He first took out all the bowls and chopsticks in the pot then poured out half of the pot of water:

“Is it okay now?”

The cameraman nodded repeatedly:

“It’s okay. Pump the detergent over there into the pot once. Don’t take too much,” he continued to instruct.

One pump?

So little, was it enough?

“Ahem, Brother Mo, one pump is enough. If you use more, it’s easy for your hand to slip.”

Eh?

Mo Boyuan’s mind went blank. It seemed that when he was washing dishes in Yunyu Tixiang last time, he used at least half of a bottle of detergent.

No wonder they all dropped.

He wondered why he could not hold it steadily as if the dishes had grown legs.

However, it was impossible for Mo Boyuan to casually mention such an embarrassing matter. His face was slightly uncomfortable but his hand followed the cameraman’s instructions and pressed a pump of soap in his palm.

With someone’s guidance, he did not drop the bowls this time, but it was not as easy as he imagined.

He took nearly half an hour to wash just a few bowls and plates.

Even his vest was covered in sweat.

Mo Boyuan returned to his room. Just as he stepped into the door, he saw that the little boy on the bed had already fallen asleep, snoring loudly.

His footsteps automatically became much lighter as he walked to the bedside and sat down.

There was no movement at all. He just looked straight at the sleeping little boy. Not long after, the man smiled at him and reached out to gently caress the little boy’s face.

A child who was sleeping would not wake up so easily. However, his hand held Mo Boyuan’s finger, and his short legs were placed on Mo Boyuan’s thigh.

Mo Boyuan was stunned by the little boy’s unconscious movements but his body still did not move.

He was probably worried that he would wake the child up.

Hehe.

He laughed softly.

Suddenly, Mo Boyuan felt that time had passed very quickly. When his son was just born, he was so small that he did not dare to hug him.

But now, in the blink of an eye, the child was almost four years old. It would not be long before he entered primary school.

This little brat usually made him feel very uncomfortable.

However, he was very obedient after sleeping soundly.

After watching for an unknown amount of time, Mo Boyuan got up to take a basin of water in. He did not wake the child up again. He carefully stripped the child of his clothes and then used a warm towel to wipe the child’s body.

The camera in the room recorded everything.

Even the directors on the other side of the camera could not help but feel soft-hearted when they saw this scene.

They were still worried about the scenes where both father and son were missing, but now, they were not worried anymore.

With this scene, there was nothing to worry about.

“In the later stages, make sure this scene is included!”

“Yes, Director.”

…

The night was getting darker and darker. It was almost midnight. At this time, most of the people had already fallen asleep.