While he spoke, he ably peeled the apple's skin with a small knife. Thereafter, he cut it into small slices. Picking up a piece with a fork, he delivered it into her mouth. "Come, mommy! Ah…"
She opened her mouth and bit the juicy fruit, which left a sweet taste in her tongue.
"It's so sweet."
"Of course, it's sweet! They're all personally handpicked by Youyou!" A blissful smile was hanging on his lips.
"What a clever boy!" She could not help but laugh gently.
"Mommy, are you hungry? Youyou bought all your favorite food! There's the custard bun that you love, yam cream cake, green bean pastry…"
He listed off all the food one by one as he placed each on the table, acting as if he were a virtuous wife and a loving mother.
This son really knew his mother best!
Not only did he know that she was starving, he also chose every favorite food of hers. Feeling extremely touched, she looked at her beloved son. At this moment, the boy seemed to be swathed by holy light!
The boy raised his eyes, only to see her looking at him reverently.
"Mommy, why do I feel that you're taking me for Mother Mary?" he asked wryly.
"Youyou, mommy loves you so much!"
"Mommy, you clearly love the custard bun and yam cream cake…" He ridiculed again.
"… Youyou, life is already tough, so let's not expose the truth! Don't expose mommy!"
The corner of his eyes began to droop as he said dejectedly, "Youyou is sad. Mommy clearly loves custard buns more than she loves Youyou!"
The side of her lips twitched furiously.
What were the boundaries for one to be jealous?
No matter what it was, even if it was just food, he would also feel jealous.
This was beyond extreme.
"Youyou, you are so easily jealous!"
"Who asked for mommy to be placed first in Youyou's heart?!" He snorted, a doting smile gracing his lips.
He then tore open the packaging of the custard bun. Cutting the bread with his knife, he fed the delicate pieces to her one by one.
She was so touched her heart was ready to melt at any moment.
This was probably the pinnacle of happiness!
She suddenly felt very emotional; thus, she blurted out, "Youyou, don't get a wife in the future anymore. Just be with mommy forever!"
His lips curved into a loving arch as his eyes grew gentle. He replied simply, "Okay."
She smiled lightly at his easy acquiesced. "Mommy is just joking. Don't take it to heart!"
"Youyou is taking it to heart." He continued his actions of placing a straw into the milk bottle before he lifted his gentle gaze on her. "Youyou will be mommy's forever supporter."
"…" She was stunned into temporary speechlessness.
She knew that he was extremely reliant on her, but she did not realize that it was bone-deep.
"Is that not okay?"
He chuckled at the astonishment he observed on her face. "Mommy, you should feel honored to have such a handsome son taking care of you for your entire life."
"It's fine; I know that Youyou will find someone to love next time." She tried to motivate him a little.
"There won't be one."
Fiddling with the straw in his small hand, his eyebrows twitched. "I said it before: Mommy's place in Youyou's heart is irreplaceable."
She furrowed her brows and pursed her lips at his declaration.
This child was still young, so she was the one he relied on the most.
He would not be this way once he was older.
He was still a young boy and had yet to receive enlightenment.
It was still too early for him to understand the concept of romantic love.