Chapter 1337 - 1339: Can You Just Pamper Your Younger Son?_1

Ye Zi’an was very relieved to hear this, relieved by the children’s tender care for their little sister.

"But it seems a collar costs a lot of money," he continued to say, "Although I have a collar, I can’t give my own collar to my sister, right?"

Ye Zi’an nodded in agreement; of course, he hadn’t spoken yet when he saw Lele, who was originally sleeping, open his eyes and then say indifferently, "Actually, you can’t give your collar to your sister, but you can sell your collar, get some silver, and then buy something for your sister."

"Sell it?" The boy’s eyes whirred around, and after a long while, he said, "Good idea."

Yang Chuxia was just about to say no, you can’t sell your collars.

But then she heard Lele speak again, "Actually, I have an even better idea, do you want to hear it?"

"What idea?"

"Come over here." Then the brothers whispered to each other for a while, and Yang Chuxia just laughed heartily.

"How about it?" After speaking, Lele even blinked his eyes.

Yangyang nodded vigorously, "What you say makes sense, if it works out, I’ll pay you back immediately."

Ye Zi’an, who was also in the carriage, was completely baffled. What on earth were these two boys talking about?

However, it didn’t take long for him to guess what the eldest son’s method was.

Ever since they stopped for lunch at noon, he had noticed his youngest son being overly attentive to him, with a purpose so transparent it was hard to miss.

It was even more so when they stopped for the night in a town.

One moment he was wobbling around fetching water for him to wash his face and hands, and the next he was ceaselessly offering him dishes during dinner, and after dinner, he even entertained him with his little wooden sword.

Ye Zi’an calmly enjoyed all the services rendered by his youngest son, curious to see how long the boy could keep it up.

But to his surprise, the boy kept at it for three days, which was quite a long time for someone of his age.

Finally, that evening, the little rascal spoke up.

He blurted out, "Handsome dad, can I have some pocket money?"

"..." Ye Zi’an thought to himself, you’re so young and already know about pocket money, is that really okay?

Seeing that he didn’t respond, the little guy pressed on, "Handsome dad, mom said if the money is not enough, we can figure something out on our own. It’s definitely not okay to ask mom for money, but she didn’t say we can’t ask you. Handsome dad, look at your cute little son, I’m almost starving."

"How about it for my daily filial piety, could you reward me with some money?"

"Handsome dad, handsome dad..." He also used his coquettish tactics, and for the sake of silver, he didn’t know where he learned it from, even pinching his own thigh secretly. Ye Zi’an barely held back his laughter, but facing his son’s tearful eyes, he couldn’t help but not burst out laughing.

"All right, all right, stop shaking, you’re going to shake my arm off," Ye Zi’an said, prying off the small hands hugging him, "Tell me, how much money do you plan to ask for?"

Seeing his chance, Yangyang held up one finger, "Ten taels?" One finger, he definitely wouldn’t think his son had gone through all this trouble just for one tael of silver.

Sure enough, Yangyang nodded vigorously.

"Son, isn’t your appetite a bit too big? Ten taels is ten months’ worth of your allowance," said Ye Zi’an with a chuckle, "You’ve been attentive to your dad for three days and now you want ten taels, that’s a bit much."

"Well, then, give me eight taels," Yangyang withdrew his finger, hastily continuing, "Handsome dad, handsome dad, is that okay? Can you just dote on your little son a bit?"

"Five taels, just five taels. Any more and your mother is going to come check on handsome dad’s books."

"Oh yeah, five taels it is!" Upon hearing this, Yangyang immediately jumped up and stretched out his little hand.