My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 449: Son, Mom is Still Young

Chapter 449: Chapter 449: Son, Mom is Still Young

Zhizhi shook his head firmly, "Daddy, when Zhizhi gets a little older, grows up a bit more, Zhizhi will make breakfast for Daddy and Mommy."

"Okay."

Zhizhi held Bo Yan’s face and gave him a kiss, "Daddy, Zhizhi loves you the most."

Bo Yan returned the kiss, "Daddy loves his treasure too."

Bo Yan quickly washed up in the restroom downstairs and then went to the kitchen to make Zhizhi a sandwich and steamed egg custard and prepared a glass of milk.

Zhizhi happily finished his breakfast and, seeing Bo Yan still busy in the kitchen, collected his plate like a gentleman and ran to the kitchen, "Daddy, Zhizhi has cleaned up his own plate."

Bo Yan took it and crouched down to look his son in the eye, "Good job, baby, taking care of yourself."

Feeling a little shy but accepting his father’s praise, Zhizhi replied, "Zhizhi will be even better in the future, and Daddy has to supervise Zhizhi."

After playfully nudging his son’s nose, Bo Yan smiled, "Okay, go play with the blocks, and Daddy will prepare breakfast for Mommy, alright?"

"Daddy, does Zhizhi need to help? Zhizhi also wants to prepare breakfast for Mommy."

Bo Yan handed him a broccoli floret and moved a high stool over for Zhizhi to stand on while he washed the broccoli in the sink, "Then Zhizhi, our little man of the house, thank you for helping Mommy prepare her breakfast."

Bo Yan did not refuse Zhizhi’s help or dampen his enthusiasm, instead, he led him to do what he was capable of doing.

Zhizhi enjoyed himself, feeling needed, a part of the family. Daddy was amazing, and Daddy needed his help too, which filled him with a sense of achievement.

As time passed, Zhizhi helped out more and more and became increasingly adept.

Eventually, he grew up to be an outstanding young man with high emotional intelligence, high intellect, and who was as comfortable in a drawing-room as in the kitchen, but that’s a story for another time.

When Yuran got up, washed up, and came downstairs, what she saw was the father and son standing side by side at the kitchen counter. Zhizhi was standing on a high stool with one arm around Bo Yan’s shoulder, looking like two good buddies, which was somewhat amusing.

It was unexpectedly harmonious.

She couldn’t help but chuckle as she quietly walked into the kitchen and kissed each of the father and son on the face, "Wow, look at my two men. What delicious food are you making for me now?"

Bo Yan beamed like he was basking in the warmth of spring, returning a kiss on Yuran’s face, while Zhizhi covered his mouth and giggled, pointing at the plate of broccoli, "Mommy, Zhizhi helped Daddy wash the vegetables. Daddy praised Zhizhi, and Zhizhi also prepared breakfast for Mommy."

"Thank you, Zhizhi; thank you, dear."

Zhizhi laughed even more joyfully, Bo Yan raised an eyebrow, his lips moved slightly, but his gaze lingered on Yuran’s fair neck, "Baby, no need to thank me, I’ve already received the reward I was due. If you thank me, it would make me feel somewhat embarrassed."

Catching on to his meaning, Yuran glared, and in a direction Zhizhi couldn’t see, she pinched Bo Yan’s waist, "Thank you, Qi Ge."

Her smile made her eyes curve, and imitating her, Zhizhi said, "Thank you, Daddy."

Bo Yan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Yuran had a rich breakfast, and even though Bo Yan and Zhizhi had already eaten, they still sat opposite her, keeping her company as she ate.

Looking puzzled at the father and son, Yuran asked, "Aren’t you guys bored?"

They shook their heads at the same time.

Zhizhi said, "Being with Mommy makes me so happy."

Bo Yan added, "My son’s feelings are the same as mine."

Yuran teased, "You guys are so official."

Looking up in confusion, Zhizhi glanced at Bo Yan, "Daddy, what does ’so official’ mean? Is it something we need to buy from the supermarket?"

"Supermarket?" Yuran looked up at Bo Yan, puzzled, and he laughed, "There’s an imported supermarket in our residential complex. It’s not crowded, and we could go take a look around. You’re free today, and I am too, so it’s a great opportunity to accompany Zhizhi for some fun."

Zhizhi was excited, "Mommy, don’t you want to go?"

How could Yuran not want to go, especially when it’s with her own precious child, "How could I not? If Zhizhi wants to go, Mommy naturally wants to go too."

Zhizhi became even happier and slid off the chair, "Then Zhizhi will go dress up handsome."

Yuran, Bo Yan: "..."

But, it’s just a trip to the supermarket, why do you need to dress up so handsomely?

Yuran ate her breakfast, giving Bo Yan a sidelong glance, "Qi Ge, when did Zhizhi start to be so vain? Did he learn it from you?"

Bo Yan stood up from his chair, "I’ll go check on him. You eat slowly; after you’re done, we can go. It’s just a half-hour walk."

Yuran, "Let’s drive instead. I want to buy lots of snacks, and it would be a bit troublesome to carry them all back."

Bo Yan thought for a moment, then laughed, "Annan didn’t tell you to manage your figure?"

"I’m not fat, you know."

Bo Yan’s gaze held a deeper meaning, "The feel is indeed quite good; no need to add on more, it’s enough."

Yuran’s face reddened, and she kicked out, "Qi Ge, show some shame, will you?"

"Hahaha..."

In the living room, only Bo Yan’s pleased laughter could be heard.

In his room’s own wardrobe, Zhizhi rummaged around and found a set of beige little suits with cropped pants, a white shirt, a little vest, and also a fisherman hat. When he saw Bo Yan enter, his face showed distress, "Daddy, Zhizhi can’t find the bow tie."

Bo Yan leaned against the door, "Baby, if Daddy didn’t know you were going to the supermarket, I’d think you were going to be a little page boy somewhere. Do you really need to dress up this handsome?"

Zhizhi thought seriously for a moment, "We’re just going shopping at the supermarket, so maybe we don’t need to be this handsome."

Bo Yan, "Then Daddy will wait for Zhizhi, and Zhizhi can go find another outfit to wear to the supermarket, okay?"

"Okay."

Bo Yan was in no rush and patiently offered advice. Zhizhi picked out three sets in a row, all gently talked out of by Bo Yan. Finally, he found a navy blue set of shorts and a short-sleeve shirt, very casual but also trendy.

A baseball cap.

His eyes sparkled, "Daddy, Zhizhi found the right one. Grandma bought this; she said that when we go out, it’s very cool to wear."

"Mmm, Daddy also thinks that Zhizhi will look very handsome in this."

It had the feel of a matching family outfit with his home clothes.

He was truly pleased.

When the father and son came downstairs, Yuran had already changed into a dress, coincidentally navy blue. Zhizhi was thrilled, "Zhizhi and Mommy and Daddy are wearing the same clothes."

Yuran smiled, holding Zhizhi’s other hand, "Mmm, Zhizhi has great taste. Let’s go, it’s time to shop at the supermarket. What does Zhizhi want to buy?"

All the way there, there were cheerful voices and laughter. Zhizhi rarely had the chance to go out with both of his parents at the same time, so he was particularly excited this time.

After entering the supermarket, Zhizhi became even more chirpy, his energy not so much on shopping but on chatting with his parents. He spotted some imported candy and tugged on Bo Yan’s sleeve, "Daddy, I want to buy that..."

"Honey, I want to buy that."

It was unexpected, mother and son had a collision, both wanting to buy something for themselves at the same time.

Bo Yan laughed, patting his son on the head, "Son, Mommy is still young, shall we go buy what Mommy wants to eat first?"

Zhizhi covered his mouth and laughed, nodding his head, "Okay."