DAVM Chapter 104.3

Of course, Ji Ningyi saw his younger brother’s true intentions and said to Si Tian, ​​”Mom, these are steamed buns that Zhile can’t finish.”

Ji Zhile couldn’t believe that his brother would expose him. He immediately widened his eyes and shouted: “Brother, you are so annoying!”

Ji Ningyi ignored Ji Zhile. He just didn’t want his mother to be deceived. His mother’s breakfast was already enough. Eating another steamed bun might make her stomach bloated.

Si Tian said to Ji Ningyi in a gentle voice: “It’s okay, Ningyi. I know, but I’m your mother, so it doesn’t matter if you can’t finish the food and give it to me.”

This sentence was spoken when Si Tian’s motherly love was at its peak when her affection for the two children had reached its peak.

However, after saying it, Si Tian felt that something was not right. She was not a trash can, so she immediately added: “Of course, it’s just this time. You’ll finish your own food by yourself from now on.”

Her voice became a little more serious: “Especially you, Ji Zhile, you know?”

Ji Zhile nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and looked at Si Tian with bright eyes. He felt so touched after hearing his mother’s words.

It turned out that his mother had noticed his intentions, but she actually tolerated him and ate the leftovers. Ji Zhile felt a sour pain in his heart.

He hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand to grab the steamed bun, lowered his head, and took a bite: “I can finish it by myself.”

It turned out that his mother was so good to him. So when she ate his snacks before, did she think that he couldn’t finish them? (T/N: No, no, no, baby… It is definitely not!)

It turned out that his mother loved him so much!

Ji Zhile swallowed the steamed bun and took another bite. He felt that what he took into his stomach every bite was his mother’s deep love, so he was surrounded by happiness.

Ji Ningyi said: “I won’t, Mom. I won’t give Mom what I can’t finish.”

His voice was soft, but he said clearly: “I want to give Mom the best. The leftovers are not the best.”

Ji Ningyi was a little shy when he said such straightforward words. After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and took a big sip of water to conceal the blush slowly creeping up his cheeks.

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Before the warm breakfast was finished, Jiang Ranyang ran to their house.

He was wearing sportswear and looked full of energy. He even greeted them warmly: “Ji Zhile, Ji Ningyi, why are you still having breakfast? It’s time for me to exercise now.”

He held a ball in his hand: “You guys come and play with me.”

Ji Zhile finished eating the steamed buns, shook his head, and said seriously in a childish voice, “You can’t exercise just after breakfast, otherwise, you will have a stomachache.”

Jiang Ranyang hesitated: “Really?”

“Really.” This was what Ji Ningyi said.

It had to be said that the words of the top student were more effective. Jiang Ranyang put down the ball decisively: “Then, I won’t play anymore.”

“Ji Zhile, I saw a lot of bottles in cardboard boxes at the door. Do you want to sell them?” Not only that, Jiang Ranyang also thought those bottles looked familiar.

Ji Zhile said: “I won’t sell it anymore. I will take it out and give it to the grandmas who picked up the bottles.”

Jiang Ranyang said, “I also have a bag of bottles.”

Ji Zhile chuckled: “That’s your bottle. I got it from your house.”

Jiang Ranyang: “Well, my mother told me yesterday that picking up bottles is also responsible. She won’t scold people for picking up bottles.”

Jiang Ranyang was very good at omitting words, which confused Ji Ningyi and Ji Zhile. However, Ji Zhile said, “Since it is your bottle, will you go out with me to deliver the bottle later?”

“Okay!” Jiang Ranyang likes to do these things the most. As long as he is not allowed to study and do homework, everything in the world becomes interesting.

Ji Zhile carried a big bag out and met Xia Jiaran as soon as he got outside.

Xia Jiaran was alone outside. When he saw them, he asked, “Where are you going?”

Jiang Ranyang said cheerfully, “I’m going to deliver the bottle.”

“Does Xia Jiaran want to go with us?”

Jiang Ranyang thought that something would be more lively if there were more people.

Ji Zhile clenched the bag tightly and whispered, “I don’t want to be with Xia Jiaran.”

 

 

 

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