The pastries were small in sizes. However, as she was afraid of him choking on the pastry she was holding, she deliberately broke it into two smaller pieces and dipped each into a bowl of milk, which she had just poured, before she put the pastry into his mouth.
Hump… Little Yichen bit the two halves of milky pastry at once. They tasted good!
It might also be because anything tasted good as long as it was fed by her to him.
"Is it yummy?"
"Yummy, yummy!" the boy answered satisfactorily.
The pair of mother and son gave each other a smile filled with warmth.
Youyou lay in his bed, looking sullen. He seemed unhappy.
He pouted as he somehow felt that his older brother had robbed him of his privilege!
Why was his mother so busy coaxing his twin she did not even ask about him?
Suddenly, he felt the slightest bit of regret.
Ultimately, he selfishly wanted his mother all to himself. The thought of giving up half of his full share of motherly love to his older twin was just a little unbearable.
After all, he used to have her love all to himself.
Now, half or even more of his share was being taken away from him; this caused a bit of heartache to him.
Thus, holding his bandaged wrist, he made a few pitiful groans.
His groaning cut through his mother's heart. Realizing that she had neglected the other son, she immediately turned to him and asked anxiously, "Youyou, what is it? Is your wound hurting?"
The younger one shook his head and put on a strong look. "Not painful!"
"It must be painful; mommy heard you just now." She caressed his cheek. "It's been hard on you. Let mommy give you a kiss!"
She leaned over and pecked his little forehead with her lips. His heart was delighted and asked for more with a petulant look. "Why is there only one kiss? Not enough; not enough!"
"Alright; alright. Mommy will give you more!" she coaxed. Holding up his two rosy cheeks, she planted two more kisses.
He pouted satisfactorily. The tears at the side of his eyes had not yet dried when he petulantly asked, "Youyou's mouth is dry; I want to eat oranges!"
"All right. Mommy will peel an orange for you!" She pinched his nose dotingly, took out an orange, and peeled its skin completely.
After that, she split the orange into halves and then fed it to him slice by slice.
He ate each mouthful with moist eyes, and only after the sweet and sour juices from the orange had filled his oral cavity did his face soften gradually.
Little Yichen watched dolefully from the other bed.
His heart was envious of their mother's meticulous care for his brother. Green with envy, he linked his dry lip flaps and mimicked his twin's behavior; he then let out a weak groan…
Youyou's expression turned dull momentarily. "…"
Is this little fella imitating me?
Startled, his mother returned to his older brother's side, placed her warm loving palm on his cheek, and asked with much concern, "Where are you hurting?"
"Here!" Little Yichen squeezed out two fat drops of pathetic tears and pointed to his dislocated elbow. "It's so painful!"
"Is it serious? Maybe the doctor didn't fix it properly…" She looked panicky and lost.
The boy immediately assured her. "No worries! The doctor did a good job. The pastry will help ease the pain!"
Yun Shishi: "…"
Yun Tianyou: "…"
His twin did not even frown when the doctor fixed his broken elbow in the emergency room earlier, yet he was now acting petulantly pitiful just because their mother had peeled an orange for him?!