"Nonsense, daddy is the most diligent, how could he possibly be lazy?" Ye Ziāan scooped up his youngest son, "Why is it just you? Whereās your brother?"
"He didnāt come." Yangyang shook his head and then insisted, "Lazy means lazy!"
The father, who was accused by his son of being lazy, didnāt feel a trace of shame, and even calmly replied, "Daddy is busy making you a little sister, understand? Daddy is not lazy, daddy is the most diligent."
When Yangyang heard about a sister, his eyes sparkled.
But he still persisted, daddy is lazy.
For this, Ye Ziāan felt that the naughty child was really not cute at all, and that soft, cute little girls were much cuter. As a result, his desire for a daughter grew even stronger.
"Mommy..." The moment Yangyang was put down by daddy, he dashed straight into the inner room, finding his mom attending to her hair in front of the mirror.
"Let me!" Ye Ziāan stepped forward to take over the comb, "I havenāt combed your hair for several days."
During these days in Mianyang, Yang Chuxiaās hair was mostly taken care of by Ye Ziāan, except when he was extremely busy, then a maid would handle her hair.
Ye Ziāanās skills with hair had improved greatly, and before long, a round bun was done. He picked out a fiery red coral tassel hairpin from the dressing case, and carefully selected another distinctive hairpin.
Finally, it was time for makeup and jewelry. Usually, Yang Chuxia didnāt like wearing those things much, but when Ye Ziāan helped her dress up, he would always put on one or two pieces for her; today he chose a pair of tassel earrings with some ethnic group characteristics for her. The ends matched the hairpin with red coral, and below hung red silk cords that fell all the way down to her chin, gently swaying with movement.
At the end, Ye Ziāan also took a brush and drew a little red plum blossom on her forehead.
"It matches your outfit well," Ye Ziāan said, taking another glance in the mirror.
Yang Chuxia was also very pleased with this, it was simple yet didnāt lack radiance and playfulness.
"Wow..."
As soon as Yang Chuxia turned her head, she heard her youngest sonās exaggerated cry, "Mommy is beautiful, mommy is beautiful..." as he clapped his little hands.
While Ye Ziāan was dressing her up, Yangyang had watched from beginning to end, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He thought the hair was quite fun, but when he saw all of Yang Chuxiaās face, he thought it was so beautiful, especially the flower on Yang Chuxiaās forehead.
"Pretty, pretty..." he kept pointing at the plum blossom on Yang Chuxiaās forehead.
"Baby wants one too, baby wants one too." Knowing it was Ye Ziāan who had drawn it, he started tugging at Ye Ziāanās clothes.
Ye Ziāan was speechless, "Son, you are a boy; thatās something girls draw on."
Upon hearing this, Yangyangās eyes rolled cunningly, and he immediately said, "Baby is a girl, baby is a girl."
Ye Ziāan chuckled, "Pffft, whether youāre a boy or a girl isnāt up to you to decide."
"Daddy, daddy..." Seeing that Ye Ziāan wasnāt going to draw for him, Little Yangyang started to act coquettishly, "Hug baby, hug baby."
When Ye Ziāan picked him up, he firmly planted a big kiss on Ye Ziāan, then said, "Daddy draw for baby," while pointing at his own forehead.
"So the kiss just now was to butter me up, hmm?"
Little Yangyang nodded earnestly.
Seeing his eager little eyes, Ye Ziāan reluctantly drew one for him too, but instead of a plum blossom, he drew a curved moon.
"Tsk tsk, if you had a darker complexion, youād be the spitting image of Little Judge Bao."
"Whatās Judge Bao?" Ye Ziāan didnāt quite understand.
"Fair Judge Bao, the legendary impartial case-solving official," she explained.