Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Fu Xin couldnât do anything to him. She stroked his soft hair. âYouâre right.
Weâre all done eating. Hurry up and bring the small bowls down!â
Jiang Xinyuan stood up and picked up some of the bowls they had eaten before heading to the kitchen.
[Iâm envious! Little Xinyuan is too loyal to Mommy. He should be Fu Xinâs die-hard fan, right?]
[Fu Xin! Youâre really lucky!]
[I want a child like this too. Is it sold on a certain web?]
[I canât buy it anymore. Steal it!]
[Letâs go.]
Seeing that Jiang Xinyuan had left, Fu Xin knocked on the heads of the few little ones. âLook at Little Xinyuan. The food I make is not delicious, yet he has never complained. Instead, he praised me and even learned to cook. Look at the few of you. You only care about complaining about your mothers. Did you do something wrong?
There was no blame in Fu Xinâs tone. Instead, she was like a gentle teacher, reasoning for them bit by bit. When the little ones heard Fu Xinâs words, they lowered their heads.
âWeâ¦â The little ones were a little embarrassed.
âYou all have two hands! Little Xinyuan is so young, but he can help me cook. Why canât you? Although your motherâs cooking isnât good, at least she didnât let you go hungry. That means that theyâve already done very well. You have to be grateful to them,â Fu Xin said earnestly.
âThen I wonât say that Momâs cooking is terrible anymore. Iâll praise her every day.â Feng Feiâs eyes flickered.
âBut does that count as lying?â Huo Ran raised another question. He really had a hundred thousand questions.
âIt doesnât count. Thatâs your gratitude to your mother, but you canât just say and not do it,â Fu Xin answered.
âThen what should we do?â Feng Fei didnât know what Fu Xin meant. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âDo you want to know? Do you want me to teach you?â Fu Xin smiled and looked at the little ones.
âYes!â Feng Fei was the first to raise his hand.
âMe too!â Huo Ran raised his hand.
âMe too!â Feng Jun couldnât help but raise his hand.
âYes! Good child!â Fu Xin stroked Feng Feiâs hair and looked at the remaining dishes on the table. âHalf of the dishes here were made by Xinyuan. Do you think itâs hard on him?â
âYes!â The three little ones answered at the same time.
âThen I went next door to ask for the remaining half. Donât you think itâs hard?â Fu Xin looked at the three of them again.
âYes,â the three little ones answered without question.
âSince weâve worked so hard, shouldnât you do something to repay us?â Fu Xin said meaningfully. âI want to repay!â âMe too!â
âAnd me.â
The three little ones were vying for the front and back. At this moment, Jiang Xinyuan came back again. Fu Xin held his little hand and did not let him do it again. Instead, she said to the three little ones, âThen Iâll leave the remaining bowls and chopsticks to you. Since I gave you food, youâre in charge of washing, okay?â
âOkay, okay!â Feng Fei was the first to agree and went to the table to remove the dishes.
âGot it!â Feng Jun was also very efficient and snatched a few bowls and chopsticks.
Huo Ran was slower and only managed to snatch the chopsticks and spoon. The three little ones split up and headed for the kitchen.
âSlow down. Donât break the bowls. Also, remember to wash it clean!â Fu Xin shouted outside.
âGot it!â Feng Fei replied loudly. From now on, he was an expert at washing bowls!
[Fu Xin, oh Fu Xin, I really admire you! You actually used a child.]
[Itâs not really exploitation! Itâs reasonable to let children share the housework.
Itâs also to nurture their family responsibility!]
[I feel like the three little ones have only been hit by a PUA, but such a PUA is so touching!]
[Do you think that the children are so pitiful but cute like me?]
[Cute, cute, absolutely adorable!]
[Wonât the childrenâs mothers feel sorry for them?]
[I donât think so. Itâs not wrong for Fu Xin to educate the children like this. When the three little ones return home and help their mothers do work, their mothers will naturally feel gratified.]
After they went out, Fu Xin did not stay idle. Instead, she carried two chairs and brought Jiang Xinyuan to the kitchen. Their kitchen was very big. Fu Xin put down the chairs and let Jiang Xinyuan sit down. She sat down too.
Jiang Xinyuan liked to be sweet to his mother, so he moved the chair in front of Fu Xin and pressed his small body against Fu Xin.
Fu Xinâs heart softened again and she touched his back. The three little ones washed the bowls carefully. They remembered Fu Xinâs words. They had to be serious and not break the bowls.
Fu Xin and Jiang Xinyuan stared at them like supervisors. âDo your best! Donât forget to share your mothersâ burden when you go home..â