Entertaining Children

  Chapter 62 I want to turn a godmother into a stepmother

   When Ye Jiaying got up on Saturday, Xiao Yao had already returned from exercise and brought her breakfast. An adult is actually more sleepy than a child, which makes Ye Jiaying feel embarrassed. Ye Jiaying slept very lightly on Sunday morning, and when Xiao Yao moved, Ye Jiaying also woke up.

"August 1st, don't buy breakfast outside today. I will make it for you at home." Ye Jiaying, who has finished washing, said to Xiao Yao, who has changed clothes and is ready to go out for exercise, "I will calculate how long you will exercise in the morning. Time to make breakfast and wait for you.” Although Xiao Yao was embarrassed at the end of the restaurant last night, Ye Jiaying still took Xiao Yao to the supermarket on the way back when he thought of Xiao Yao’s hard life by relying on food delivery. Pile of things, ready to cook for him.

  "About an hour," Xiao Yao replied.

   "For such a long time, you are so young, will you not practice badly?" Ye Jiaying said with some worry.

   “It’s okay. It’s mainly jogging and then a few punches. My master is a former coach of the national martial arts team and a professional. My morning exercise plan was approved by him.” Xiao Yao smiled.

   "You know how to martial arts," Ye Jiaying glanced at the watch on her wrist and said, "Well, let's go and practice yours. Don't leave the community and pay attention to safety."

   Xiao Yao agreed to go out. Ye Jiaying saw that it was still early, so she started to clean up the room. Xiao Siqi's master bedroom door was closed and Ye Jiaying did not move. It took almost half an hour to clean up the five places of Xiao Yao's bedroom in the living room and kitchen, plus the music room and activity room. After a short break, Ye Jiaying can start making breakfast.

  The breakfast was done, Xiao Yao came back sweaty, and the time was quite accurate.

"Go take a shower and change clothes." Ye Jiaying saw Xiao Yao come back and leaned on the dining table, waved and said, "Everything has just come out of the pot and it's still hot. You need to cool down a little bit. Go take a shower and get out. Eat it again and the temperature will be just right."

   "Oh," Xiao Yao's aggrieved little eyes flashed at Ye Jiaying, and then he pouted and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

   took a quick shower. After Xiao Yao came out, he immediately sat at the dining table, grabbed the fork and started to feast on. The breakfast is Western style. The toast is sandwiched between fried eggs and bacon, blanched tomatoes and lettuce leaves, and served with fresh milk. It’s not too complicated, but it’s absolutely top-notch. The combination of yellow, red, green and white looks very appetizing. The crust around the slice of bread is carefully cut off, leaving only the middle part, which looks very good. It is exquisite and attentive, and it tastes very delicious.

   "It's delicious!" Xiao Yao gobbled it up, not forgetting to give Ye Jiaying a thumbs up. I thought to myself that this is what life is like. In the past, what was the name of taking out a meal with my dad?

  After breakfast, Xiao Yao continued to practice piano after a short rest. Ye Jiaying had nothing to do after packing up the breakfast cups and saucers. She watched Xiao Yao's activity room with cushioned speakers and enough space, especially the mirrors with armrests on two walls. She was born as a dancer. I can't help but run in the activity room.

After half an hour of modern dance and another half an hour of yoga, Ye Jiaying found that Xiao Yao had finished practicing the piano when she came out of the activity room. She was comfortably nestled on the sofa in the living room with headphones on her ears. I was reading a book in my hand, still muttering words in my mouth.

   "What are you looking at? Reading while reading?" Ye Jiaying walked over strangely and glanced at the book in Xiao Yao's hand.

   "Huh? It doesn't seem to be Chinese on the cover." Ye Jiaying took a closer look. "It doesn't seem to be English either?"

   "What is this?" Ye Jiaying leaned to Xiao Yao's side and looked at the contents of the book page.

   "Yeah! What are you doing?" Xiao Yao was reading while wearing headphones, but didn't notice Ye Jiaying approaching, until Ye Jiaying suddenly leaned in front of him and was startled. He took off the earphones on his head and said, "Scare me."

   "What are you looking at? Why can't I understand it, it's not in English." Ye Jiaying didn't scare Xiao Yao the slightest embarrassment, she was on purpose.

   "Oh, this is French. I am studying French." Xiao Yao said. Xiao Yao's English proficiency in his previous life was already very good, and the grammar of the test-oriented education products is no longer a problem. In this life, with a memory that is far beyond ordinary people, after a lot of words have been added fiercely, English no longer needs to be studied. In order to play more happily in the future, and to be able to travel around the world better when he grows up, Xiao Yao has been learning French by himself since last year.

  "French? Our school teaches English as a foreign language, right?" Ye Jiaying asked.

   "Well, my English is already very good, so I taught myself French." Xiao Yao replied.

  "Self-taught...French?" Just now after I had exercised in the morning, I went to the breakfast side and prepared to eat it. The aggrieved little eyes after being taught by myself to take a bath made Ye Jiaying feel that this child is also an ordinary child. Now, Ye Jiaying knew that this was still the evildoer.

   "To what extent have you taught yourself?" Ye Jiaying asked.

   "Beginners, only simple conversations." Xiao Yao said, "I spoke French with the pianist in that restaurant last night."

  "This is a simple conversation?" Ye Jiaying originally thought it was a simple greeting, but Xiao Yao said that the conversation with the pianist in the restaurant yesterday was in French. Is that also a simple conversation? Well, maybe, she doesn't understand French anyway.

   "Well, you learn from you, I'll go cook lunch." Ye Jiaying felt that if she stayed with Xiao Yao a little longer, she would doubt her IQ.

  Breakfast is Western style, and lunch is Chinese style. Beef stew with potatoes, vegetable heart with mushrooms, celery, lily and tomato egg drop soup, three dishes and one soup with rice, a simple home-cooked dish, the same color, flavor and taste. After eating, Xiao Yao really wanted to make this godmother his stepmother.

  I spent a day in the playground yesterday. In the morning, I was comfortable at home playing the piano, reading and learning foreign languages. Xiao Yao thought that in the afternoon, I could also lazily play the piano and write and write at home. As a result, Ye Jiaying quit, and wanted to take Xiao Yao out again. This time I am going to the mall to buy clothes.

  "Go shopping? Don't go!" Although Xiao Yao, who is only seven years old in his body, but in his thirties, naturally knows how horrible it is to go shopping with a woman, and he refuses with a firm expression on his face. "It's not that I don't have clothes, and my clothes are all well-dressed. Why do I want to buy clothes?"

   "I've seen your closet. The clothes inside are not good-looking. Go buy you some beautiful ones." Ye Jiaying said.

   "I think it's good." Xiao Yao said. Xiao Yao chose his clothes by himself, and he felt that his vision should not be bad.

"What's so good? Look at your clothes, the styles, colors, and patterns, which look like the clothes of your dad's age. They look like seven-year-old clothes, not cute at all." Ye Jiaying also insisted. .

   "Huh? Cute? I don't want others to call me cute." Xiao Yao, who is more than 30 years old, can't stand it anymore, and his heart is broken.

   "No, you have to go." Ye Jiaying's eyes showed determination, and finally threatened, "What? I only recognized me as a godmother yesterday, so I'm not obedient today?"

   "Then you can score what you are doing." Xiao Yao was struggling to death.

   "Is there a problem with the mother taking her son to buy clothes?" Ye Jiaying asked.

   "But I have clothes to wear." Xiao Yao wanted to cry without tears.

   "But I didn't buy those. Since I am your mother now, I have to buy some clothes for you." Ye Jiaying remained unmoved, and the reason seemed quite good.

   "Why?" Xiao Yao burst into tears in his heart.

"No, because I'm your mother now, you have to listen to me." Ye Jiaying seemed to run out of patience. "Buying you clothes is not going to kill you. Isn't it so squeaky and crooked? Don't force me to take it. Coercive measures."

   Xiao Yao again wanted to say, "Actually, you may not be able to beat me", but in the end he endured it. "Okay, okay," Xiao Yao gave in. I wondered in my heart: "Anyway, you are not my stepmother now, you can buy it, and I don't need to wear it when I buy it. You can't control it."

  The community where Xiao Siqi currently lives is not far from the CBD. There is a large commercial building there, so the two of them don't need to go too far.

   Xiao Yao followed Ye Jiaying into the commercial building with a fearless heart, but the result was not as bad as he thought. As a popular actor on the front line, Ye Jiaying has no low fashion taste in clothing.

  Although Xiao Yao is only seven years old, he is a boy after all, and his temperament is definitely not the kind of cute kid, and Ye Jiaying will not randomly match clothes for him. The clothes Ye Jiaying chose for Xiao Yao are just younger in style, more vivid in color, and the patterns are not particularly naive, so the overall effect of wearing is basically a little handsome. There is no such thing as a particularly young cutie.

  Then why does Ye Jiaying deliberately mention the word cute? Probably to stimulate Xiao Yao deliberately...

  Anyway, the result is not bad, so Xiao Yao has no emotions. Just before I left the house, I dismissed the idea of ​​turning my godmother into a stepmother and picked it up again.

  Since Xiao Yao’s school is a boarding system, students have to arrive on Sunday evening and sleep in the dormitory on Sunday evening. As a life teacher, Ye Jiaying has to start working on Sunday evening to welcome and take care of the children.

  So Ye Jiaying and Xiao Yao didn't go shopping for too long. They returned home and ate dinner early. After tidying up, Ye Jiaying took Xiao Yao to school. Of course, Xiao Yao hadn't forgotten to quietly hide the phone back in his bag while Ye Jiaying was packing the tableware after dinner.

  The school is not allowed to send students’ cars into the campus, whether it is a taxi or a private car. Ye Jiaying took Xiao Yao out of the taxi at the school gate and walked to the school. Two people, one big and one small, came in a small black car that had just stopped on the roadside parking space behind the taxi.

   "Xiao Yao!"

  Hearing a shout with excitement, Xiao Yao and Ye Jiaying turned their heads together.

   "Yaoyao!" Seeing that it was his deskmate Cheng Yaojia, Xiao Yao also shook his hand and said hello. Cheng Yaojia was holding each of her parents' hands with both hands. Seeing Xiao Yao turning around, she quickly dropped her parents' hands and ran towards Xiao Yao.

   "Slow down, don't run." Cheng Yaojia's mother immediately hurried a few steps and chased after her.

   "Xiao Yao, is this a classmate?" Ye Jiaying smiled and looked at the round-faced pretty girl in front of her and said. Unexpectedly, this enchanting kid is quite popular in the class.

   "Well, this is my table." Xiao Yao replied.

   "Hello little sister, I am Ye Teacher in Class 3." Ye Jiaying greeted Cheng Yaojia on the initiative.

  "Mrs. Ye? Xiao Yao, your mother is a teacher?" At this moment, Cheng Yaojia's mother, who was following her daughter, heard Ye Jiaying's words and asked curiously. Behind, she saw Ye Jiaying and Xiao Yao getting off the taxi together, and instinctively thought it was her mother who sent her son to school.

  Thanks to book friends: Yucheng bamboo horse, helpless passing away, qweadg, midnight Chanzhou, stupid purple, falling sky, Xu Yuying rewards

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