I am the stepmother of my son, and the little villain has changed into a little cotton-padded jacket

Xiao Yizhuo was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Wen Shutang was thinking about this.

"Big deal?"

"Yes, I remember that Aze will be fifteen after this birthday, right? This is a big day." Wen Shutang nodded as a matter of course.

She lowered her head and started thinking about what birthday gift to give Xiao Ze.

Xiao Yizhuo's eyebrows softened, and his voice became a little warmer.

"If Aze knew that you cared so much about his birthday, he would be very happy."

"Aze is a few years older than Aye and Wan'er. He looks steady and quiet, but he is a child after all. He must be thinking about his birthday. We are kind to the younger ones, but we can't ignore his feelings just because Aze is older and more sensible."

Wen Shutang stood up and clapped his hands: "Five days later, right? OK, then I'll prepare a big surprise for Aze, and I guarantee he'll be very happy."

Hearing what she said, Xiao Yizhuo pursed his lips and smiled faintly: "I am also looking forward to Aze's gift."

Wen Shutang glanced at him and said, "Are you trying to snatch it from Aze?"

"I won't grab it, but you just have to prepare a gift for me on my birthday." Xiao Yizhuo said it as a matter of course, without any guilty look.

Wen Shutang raised his eyebrows: "You are so old, and you still ask for gifts from others. Aren't you ashamed?"

"It's embarrassing to ask for money from others, but I don't think there's anything wrong with asking my wife." Xiao Yizhuo raised his chin. Not only did he not feel guilty, but he even looked a little proud.

Wen Shutang was amused by his expression and coughed twice: "Ahem, we'll see how you perform then."

Hearing this, Xiao Yizhuo's smile became more obvious, and he responded softly.

"it is good."

The two were busy until noon, and then they found a random shop on the street to have a simple lunch.

Wen Shutang took Xiao Yizhuo for a stroll on the street. There weren't many people around at noon, and the milk tea shop didn't need anyone to watch it all the time, so they just took advantage of the free time and strolled around the street to see if there was any suitable birthday gift for Xiao Ze.

Wen Shutang hadn't decided what to give Xiao Ze, so he casually asked Xiao Yizhuo.

"What do you think a guy like Aze would like?"

Xiao Yizhuo lowered his head and thought seriously: "Aze has been working hard these days and is very obsessed with books. How about giving him some masterpieces?"

After hearing Xiao Yizhuo's suggestion, Wen Shutang thought about it and then shook his head.

Giving books as a gift probably wouldn't be a good idea, for one reason she had already given "The Art of War" to Xiao Ze a few days ago, and Xiao Ze probably didn't have time to study other books for the time being.

Another reason is that Wen Shutang always felt that it was inappropriate to give people books on such a special day as their birthday.

It was like someone gave her a set of three-year simulations and five-year college entrance exams on her birthday.

"That's not right. If you keep immersing yourself in books, won't you become stupid?"

"Aze has a calm personality. If you give him something fun, he probably won't be too happy." Xiao Yizhuo reminded from the side.

Wen Shutang immediately nodded in agreement. It was indeed true. Xiao Ze was going to be the prime minister in the future, so how could he be so addicted to playing when he was a child?

Thinking of this, Wen Shutang was a little troubled for a moment, not knowing what kind of birthday gift to buy for Xiao Ze.

What kind of gift is neither rigid nor makes Xiao Ze slack off?

Feeling conflicted, Wen Shutang looked up casually and suddenly saw someone setting up a stall on the side of the road. On the sign next to it were written the words "Letter Writing Service" in large letters.

The stall owner was sitting on a stool, writing down what the customer in front of him was saying.

His eyes fell on the pen in the man's hand. Wen Shutang was stunned for a moment, and then an idea suddenly came to his mind.

"Got it! Let's go."

She pulled Xiao Yizhuo and turned to walk in another direction.

Xiao Yizhuo didn't know why her mood changed so quickly. He was stunned for a moment and then followed her.

"where are we going?"

Wen Shutang did not reply, but pulled Xiao Yizhuo to the town's largest shop selling study tools - Zangmo Pavilion.

Xiao Yizhuo looked up and glanced at the words on the plaque and immediately understood Wen Shutang's thoughts.

"Do you want to give Aze a pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

"Yes, not to mention that Aze can use it now, and a real man must have good handwriting. If Aze wants to enter the officialdom in the future, he must practice calligraphy even more. So I want to give Aze a high-quality brush. What do you think?" Wen Shutang nodded with a smile, looking at Xiao Yizhuo with some excitement in his eyes.

She looked radiant and energetic. Xiao Yizhuo was stunned for a moment, and then a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

"Yeah, that makes sense. I'm sure Aze will like this gift very much."

"Right."

After getting Xiao Yizhuo's affirmation, Wen Shutang became more certain of his thoughts.

He turned around and walked into the Mozang Pavilion. As soon as he entered, Wen Shutang smelled a strong scent of ink and books.

This smell makes people feel soothing and calm down all of a sudden.

The young man who was sorting rice paper came over immediately when he saw Wen Shutang.

"What does this lady want to write?"

"Do you have a brush?" Wen Shutang asked, looking around.

The young man immediately laughed and said, "If you want to buy a brush, you have come to the right place, ma'am. We have a complete range of brushes, inkstones, paper and inkstones in Zangmo Pavilion, and they are all made with the best workmanship."

As he spoke, the waiter took Wen Shutang and Xiao Yizhuo to a row of shelves and began to introduce them.

"These are the best brushes in the store. We have wolf-hair, goat-hair, purple-hair, and mixed-hair brushes. Madam, take a look?"

Wen Shutang was dazzled for a moment when she looked at the rows of pen holders. She was not deeply exposed to calligraphy, except for occasionally writing a few big characters with her grandfather when she was a child.

She vaguely remembered some of the materials that the boy had just mentioned.

"I remember that the purple hair should be the most precious, right?"

"Yes, ma'am, you are really knowledgeable. This purple-hair brush is made from the sharp purple hair on the back of a mountain rabbit, and is also called 'arrow hair.'" The waiter replied, nodding and smiling.