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Chapter 602: 442: Stockpiling Thousands for the Catastrophe, Raising a Child I'm Slacking Off 30_3

Chapter 602: Chapter 442: Stockpiling Thousands for the Catastrophe, Raising a Child I’m Slacking Off 30_3

“Call Daddy, Daddy—,” Wen Qingyu tried to get the little cub to call out again, but the little cub just smiled and began to babble.

Wen Qingyu didn’t give up, and after some thought, he tried again, “Call Mommy—”

“Mommy—,” Su Zhiruan also gently repeated, trying to get Little Xiangsheng to learn.

The baby moved his lips, his chubby little lips mimicking Wen Qingyu’s mouth shape, and he heard Su Zhiruan’s soft voice by his ear.

Little Xiangsheng tried to learn the word, so he continued to look at Wen Qingyu.

“Mommy—,” Wen Qingyu saw he was observing and continued to teach him, “The one holding you now is Mommy, tell Daddy, Mommy—”

“Ma—ma—,” Little Xiangsheng suddenly repeated in a very small voice.

In an instant, Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu glanced at each other, both seeing the surprise in the other’s eyes.

“Mama!” Little Xiangsheng lifted his head, seemingly seeing Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu both happy, so he also happily called out.

This call was clearly a bit clearer.

“What a smart baby,” Su Zhiruan tilted her head, cuddling the soft little guy in her arms, her heart melting completely.

They had seen many facets of Human World and ended up becoming boring adults.

But the newborn babies, from the moment they are born, would wholeheartedly rely on their parents, unconditionally, wholeheartedly accepting this family, loving their parents.

And for the rest of their lives, they would also be tightly bound together.

“Mommy loves you.” Su Zhiruan held the snuggly Little Xiangsheng, laughing as she whispered her love into his ear.

And Wen Qingyu’s heart turned to tenderness as well.

He opened his arms wide, fully embracing mother and child in his embrace, like a towering tree, always protecting the smaller tree underneath, and the carefully nurtured sapling between them.

*

It was another early summer.

Little Xiangsheng turned one year old.

His growth wasn’t particularly fast, but it wasn’t slow either, at one year old he could already walk shakily and call out “Daddy” and “Mommy” clearly.

However, he probably found “Great-Grandpa” and “Great-Grandma” a bit of a mouthful, and simply shouted “Grand!” when seeing Wen Grandpa and “Come!” when seeing Wen Grandma.

The elders, not tiring of it, continued to teach him, and Su Zhiruan with Wen Qingyu watched this scene, both laughing.

“We all speak Mandarin, and this little cub still has an accent,” Su Zhiruan saw Little Xiangsheng stagger toward her and squatted down, opening her arms to catch him.

“It’s time to study properly,” Wen Qingyu made a decision, “Later, I need to devise a complete learning plan, to make this youngster study hard!”

“Has Teacher Wen forgotten what you said before?” Su Zhiruan quietly hooked her finger, “You said before that all we want is for our child to be healthy and happy.”

“People, they like to be fickle,” Wen Qingyu watched the tottering little cub and nodded seriously, “Studying hard for the glory of the country.”

Su Zhiruan laughed.

“Life is short, let him be healthy and happy; after all, these simple four words are actually the hardest to achieve.”

“Yeah,” Wen Qingyu interlocked fingers with her, “We all need to be healthy and happy.”

*

Such a big child is the most endearing.

The young couples who got married with Su Zhiruan back then also planned to have children since baby angel Su Zhiruan made them drool with envy.

They didn’t want to trouble themselves during pregnancy, and when born, aside from being clingy, the baby was easy to care for, and was also sweet, fair, beautiful, soft.

But in the end, they dismissed the idea, as the temperature was too high and caring for a fragile new life would be somewhat difficult.

So, Little Xiangsheng became the smallest child at the base.

Everyone took great care in nurturing him as he grew.

At his first birthday grabbing ceremony, Su Zhiruan’s intention was to keep it simple, but everyone at the base hoped for a grand celebration, and even began to arrange it spontaneously.

Su Zhiruan then agreed to it.

The venue for the grabbing ceremony was prepared to be very spacious, with various items placed on top.

A gold ingot, books, a rice bowl, a beaker, a microscope…

Covering a variety of hopes, everyone rubbed their hands together, crowding around tightly.

They didn’t know what he would choose.

Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu stood together, perhaps the calmest of all.

Wen Grandma even started to encourage him, clapping her hands and saying, “Xiangsheng, go grab the beaker, and you can do experiments with Great-Grandma in the future!”

Wen Grandpa was not to be outdone, “Xiangsheng, grab the book, and you can be a cultured person with Great-Grandpa!”