Up until then, Yun Yecheng could not get over his shock. As Yun Shishi took a seat at the table, he woodenly told her, "Ah, Shishi, this food… was prepared by the kid…"
"Eh! My Youyou is the best!" She dotingly ruffled his head.
Her son pushed her hand away and smoothened the hair she had messed up and wistfully commented, "What to do; I have a mommy who is stupid and can't cook!"
She replied awkwardly, "Youyou is smarter than mommy, and mommy is ashamed."
Yun Yecheng was even more amazed to hear that and marvel at his grandson's capability, praising, "It's a blessing that he knows to ease your burden at such a young age! Initially, I was worried of him cooking unsupervised as he is still a kid, but from what I saw… it seems he has mastered the craft long ago."
After a pause, he asked with a quizzical look, "When did Youyou learn to cook?"
She thought for a while and answered, "Probably at six…"
"Stupid mommy, it's at the age of four!"
"Alright, if preparing a bowl of noodles counts as cooking." She remembered Youyou preparing a tasty bowl of noodles for her when he was four.
The little lad, in fact, did not like to cook as he detested the smell of smoke and the feel of grease in the kitchen, but he liked the sense of fulfilment and joy that came with it.
The sense of fulfilment was especially strong when he watched his mommy finished the food he had prepared. It made him feel as if he were the greatest person on Earth.
His greatest happiness was to make his mother happy.
"Mommy, let me test you." He blinked his eyes mysteriously. "Can you guess what day it is tomorrow?"
His mother feigned a contemplative look after swallowing a mouthful of rice and then asked tentatively, "Oh? Is it a Sunday?"
"Stupid mommy, tomorrow is a Saturday." The boy pouted with a look of disappointment.
"Oh! I must've remembered wrongly."
"Try again!" Putting down his bowl and chopsticks, he propped his chin with his hands. His gently smiling eyes concentrated on her face.
"Is it another meet-the-parents session?" She took another guess.
"No! It's an important date for me and mommy!" When he saw that, despite taking her time, she had guessed wrongly again, his frustrated face twisted into a mess of grievances and sorrow.
She really could not come up with the correct answer. "What day is that?"
Seeing her innocently ignorant look, he clasped his chest with a look of heartache as he made a silent protest at her forgetfulness.
"It's Youyou's birthday!"
She acted surprise. "Oh, yes! I recall now. Tomorrow is my Youyou's birthday; it's also Children's Day on the first of June."
The boy was fuming red in the face. Folding his arms across his chest, he made a show of displeasure with his pouting lips. "Hmph. Stupid mommy who no longer cherishes Youyou… Even forgetting Youyou's birthday…"
His grim face started to sob after saying that.
Boo… boo… boo…
"Mommy doesn't love Youyou anymore; Youyou is hurt…"
"I'm just teasing you, baby. How can mommy forget Youyou's most important day?" It pained her heart to see him grieving and quickly went up to console him.
He turned his head away and snorted indignantly.
With a wry smile, she took out the little present, beautifully wrapped by her, that she had hidden in her bag and passed it over to him. It was meant to be a surprise for him!
"Baby, this is mommy's gift for you." Saying that, she planted a kiss on his forehead.