Although he didnāt want to discourage his son, he still had to make him aware of the difficulties involved, lest he think becoming a General was something easily attained.
If he found out later that this was not the case, he might lose his fighting spirit.
Yangyang listened to his dadās string of words and only managed to respond after a while.
Looking up, he said, "I know, I didnāt say Iād become a general right away. Iāll start as a soldier."
As he spoke, he even clenched his fists, "When I turn twelve, Iāll go and be a soldier."
Ye Ziāan saw his sonās full ambition and raised an eyebrow, "If your mom agrees, daddy has no objections."
By their side, Yang Chuxia heard this and said, "Considering safety, I donāt support him pursuing a military career, but if he truly likes it in the future, then we can discuss it then."
"Mom, I like it!" Yangyang took the opportunity to declare.
"Liking it now doesnāt count; it only counts if you still feel the same when youāre grown up." She patted his little head and continued, "Anyway, letās not talk about this anymore. Those who need to wash their hands, wash your hands, those who need to wash their faces, wash your faces. Itās time for dinner."
Seeing that the eldest, who had followed them in, had not spoken, Ye Ziāan asked, "Lele, what do you want to be in the future?"
"A knowledgeable teacher with students all over Great Zhou."
"Pfft..." Ye Ziāan spurted out his drink, staring at his son for a good while before wiping his mouth, "This is killing me, my sonsā ambitions are so lofty, theyāre really putting pressure on their dad."
"The student surpasses the master. Itās good for the boys to be ambitious, itās better than only knowing how to eat, drink and be merry." Yang Chuxia felt comforted by her sonsā aspirations. It was just Yangyangās desire to join the army that was a bit worrying.
Fortunately, they were all still young; there would be changes in the future.
"Mom, where is my duck soup?"
"Mom, why isnāt there my favorite steamed meat with rice flour?" Lele looked at the dishes on the table and pouted.
Ye Ziāan echoed, "Wife, where are my favorite steamed shrimp?"
Yang Chuxia, who had just washed her hands, walked in to see three men, one big and two small, all looking at her with questioning faces.
"Whatās the rush? Itās getting cold, I was afraid the dishes would get cold. Some are still not served. Mingcui, bring the dishes."
Mingcui responded and brought up the dishes that had been kept warm. As soon as Yangyang caught the familiar scent, he cheered, "Delicious and fragrant old duck soup, I love it."
"I still prefer the fragrant and steaming steamed meat with rice flour."
The savory soup and rich meat were enough to whet anyoneās appetite.
But just as the dishes were served, Yang Chuxia felt a sudden churn in her stomach, "Oof..."
The three men, just about to start their meal, stopped simultaneously, "Mom, whatās wrong?"
"My wife, are you uncomfortable?"
"Iām not... Oof..." Just as Yang Chuxia was about to say she was fine, another wave of nausea hit her.
Ye Ziāan, seeing this, immediately instructed Mingcui to call the doctor.
"Are you feeling a bit better, wife? Have some water."
"I donāt feel bad, I just canāt stand the smell of the oily dishes on the table." Especially when the duck soup was brought over.
Hearing this, Ye Ziāan quickly said, "Clear the greasy dishes off the table immediately."
"Ah!" The nanny, Li, and the other old maids hurried to carry the dishes to another room, but they both had smiles on their faces.
Before long, the doctor arrived, following Li Wen into the room.
"Perfect timing for the doctor; please check whatās wrong with my wife."
"Yes, my Lord, do not worry." The doctor set down his medicine box and, after a cursory glance, seeing the rosy complexion of the wife and no signs of illness, had a hunch.