Chapter 1767 - 1769: What Happened to Your Face?

"Mom, what are you picking so many osmanthus flowers for?" Yangyang looked at the osmanthus flowers on the table and asked.

"To make osmanthus cake for you guys to eat." Yang Chuxia pinched his little shoulder, seeing he had no reaction, she tugged his arm, and touched him, seeing he was still calm, she felt a bit relieved.

Just worried he might have accidentally gotten hurt during a fight.

"Really? That’s great." Yangyang smiled and said again, "Mom, also have Sister Mingcui’s mom make some chrysanthemum cakes, I like those."

"Sure, I’ll remember." Yang Chuxia agreed to his request. The child is not too picky with food now, much better behaved than when he was little, so Yang Chuxia usually fulfills his food requests.

"Mom, you’re really the best, the best of the best mom in the world." Yangyang joyously jumped up.

"Hmph!" Upon hearing Ye Zi’an’s cold hum, he hurriedly jumped over, "Dad is also the best, the best of the best dad in the world, Dad, give me a hug."

Before he could get close, Yueyue quickly nestled in Ye Zi’an’s arms, then looked at him with wary eyes.

"Oh my!" Yangyang held his forehead upon seeing this, "Yueyue, you really can be quite the family tyrant."

Hearing this nickname, Yang Chuxia’s eye twitched.

It seems that the fourth branch of the family used to call her the family tyrant.

"Mom, are you really not going to deal with her?" Yangyang looked at Yang Chuxia, frustrated, "Is she going to monopolize Dad all by herself?"

"You’re the older brother, just let your sister have this."

Ming Lan had already fetched some water, so Yang Chuxia was washing the osmanthus flowers and didn’t pay much attention to Yangyang’s words.

"Well, Mom’s right." Yangyang stepped forward and said, "Hey little brat, call me second brother and I won’t fight you for Dad’s hugs."

"Second brother!" Yueyue was quite tactful and called him readily.

"That’s more like it."

Yangyang said as he reached to pull Qingqing, "Brother, come on, big brother will take you to play."

"Okay."

After Yangyang and Qingqing left, Ye Zi’an looked at Lele, "Aren’t you going to tell us what you two did at school?"

"We didn’t do anything good, what’s there to tell." Lele stared at his parents in surprise, wondering how they knew about the school things.

But he promised his brother not to tell, so he definitely couldn’t say.

"Come on, stop pretending." Ye Zi’an said, "Your mom and I heard you two whispering in the garden."

"Well, then why don’t you ask my brother? Why ask me?" Lele shrugged his shoulders, "Dad, Mom, I promised my brother not to talk about it, if you want to know, ask my brother. I won’t say a thing."

"..." Ye Zi’an shook his head helplessly, this kid.

Lele and Yangyang got into a fight at school, Yang Chuxia thought it must have been more serious than last time, and that the other family might come knocking.

Who knew there would be no response.

But by the next evening after returning home, the problem arose.

"What happened to your face?" As soon as he entered the house, Yangyang ran into the yard covering his face, hoping not to let Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an see.

He even planned to fake being unwell that night, so as not to have dinner.

Who knew when he ran into his yard, he bumped into Yang Chuxia.

"Oh my!" Startled, he quickly covered his face with both hands, but no matter how fast he was, Yang Chuxia had already seen.