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Chapter 175: The Nature of Parents

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: The Nature of Parents

His son was over four years old. As a father, he finally got a chance to warm a cup of milk for his son. How could he possibly give away this opportunity willingly?

Moreover, the chef’s skills were undoubtedly much better than his. If the chef were to warm up his son’s milk for the first time, his son would probably ask the chef to do it in the future. Then he, as a father, would be utterly rejected!

His little boy would undoubtedly snort and say, "You idiot, you can’t even heat up a cup of milk!"

Yan Han had no idea that, on his son’s first day home, he had already put himself in a very low position. Or he did realize it but didn’t feel anything wrong.

After all, his son has been in this world for over four years, and he, as a father, was doing something for him for the first time. No matter how unreasonable the boy’s demand was, he guessed he would agree, let alone the boy just wanted a cup of warm milk.

He didn’t want to delegate this simple task to others.

However, warming milk is indeed an incredibly easy task. Even Yan Han, who rarely steps into the kitchen and is a so-called ’kitchen idiot,’ can do it well.

He carried the tray with the milk to the little boy, who looked up at him and obediently said, "Thank you!"

But still, without any form of address!

After the severe blow of his previous embarrassment, Yan Han was overjoyed at hearing a ’thank you’ from Young Master.

"Baby, first taste the temperature, don’t scald yourself!"

Yan Han discovered that many words just flew out of his mouth.

In the past, he always thought that parents who nervously fuss and warn children to be careful with hot soup, fishbones stuck in their throats, and so on, must be parents who only knew how to spoil their children.

However, today, as he watched his son about to drink the milk, the warning slipped from his lips without thinking.

It seems, the nagging behavior of parents who constantly worry about their children is not exclusive to those who spoil their children, but is inherent in all parents.

"Hmm..." The little boy even obediently hummed a response.

Looking at the little boy, Yan Han’s eyes softened more and more.

"Baby, what’s your name?"

Only now did Yan Han remember that he still didn’t know his son’s name. However, the nickname ’baby’ sounded quite nice, and the little boy didn’t seem to object to it.

The little boy, with a mouth full of milk, looked at him with wide eyes and then shook his head.

Yan Han wasn’t sure what that meant. Was it because they hadn’t named him yet? Or did he not want to tell him his name?

"How does mommy call you, baby?"

This time, Yan Han just wanted to quickly know more about his son and then gradually learn about the child’s mother from him.

The little boy blinked his large eyes and swallowed the milk that had been in his mouth.

"Baby..."

It took a moment for Yan Han to react. So Zhu Qianying also called the little boy ’baby.’

Did this mean he really hadn’t been named yet?

He had thought that Zhu Qianying, that girl, would definitely give their son a name starting with ’Zhu.’ After all, back then, she hated him so much.

Of course, she wouldn’t want their son to bear his surname, Yan.

Of course, even if this was the case, he could not blame her. After all, he had it coming.

"Besides baby, anything else?"

Yan Han hesitated and hesitated again, but in the end, he couldn’t hold back and asked again.

This time, the little boy didn’t pay him any mind. He put down his half-finished milk, picked up the chicken wing and shoved it in his mouth.

The little boy handled his chopsticks quite skillfully, only he didn’t know how to go about eating the chicken wing with them.

Yan Han didn’t react at first, until the boy clamped his mouth onto the chicken wing, whereupon the two ends became wedged against his small face.

Yan Han chuckled, hurriedly opened the drawer, took out a pair of disposable gloves, and snatched a pack of wet wipes. He opened the pack and said, "Baby, give me your hands."

From the moment Yan Han took out the gloves, the little boy seemed to understand his intentions. He looked at Yan Han’s large, outstretched hand, but did not place his small hand in it. Instead, he took the wet wipes, wiped his face and mouth, then folded the wipes, and wiped his hands.

The movements were identical to Zhu Qianying’s.

Yan Han remembered that Zhu Qianying used to complain that he was too fastidious and wasteful, considering one wet wipe was enough for cleaning. Why did he need to use two?

"Young Master, your noodles," Butler’s voice interrupted Yan Han’s musings.

By this time, the little boy had already wiped his hands clean, took the gloves for himself, and put them on.

The gloves were one-size-fits-all. They were typically large on an adult, let alone a little boy with small hands. The gloves looked extremely comical on his small hands.

Noticing this, the little boy turned his hand over and over, then handed them to Butler, blinking his eyes, "Butler, look, my hand is so small!"

Yan Han felt a pang of jealousy!

He was right by the little boy’s side. He had warmed the boy’s milk, passed him the wet wipes and gloves.

However, the boy, seeing the funny sight of the gloves on his hands, showed them not to his father but to Butler.

Butler first carefully glanced at the Young Master, then reached out to hold Young Master’s hand, "Yes, Young Master’s hand is really small. Come, put your hand on daddy’s hand to see whose hand is bigger!"

Butler’s intention was to create some interaction opportunities for this father and son pair, although he wasn’t sure why Young Master held so much resentment towards the Young Master.

From what he had observed, it seemed that Young Master was annoyed that his father had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father over these years?

As for why Young Master brought his son home only after more than four years, and why Ying’er, who had been studying abroad for five years, hadn’t returned home even once, these were questions that Butler wanted to understand, but didn’t have the courage to ask.

Moreover, he knew that even if he did ask, he wouldn’t get a truthful answer.

If the questions that even the old master and the old lady couldn’t ask can’t get answers, why would he, a butler, get any direct answers from the Young Master?

Upon hearing Butler’s words, Yan Han obediently stretched his hand out in front of the little boy, intentionally placing his palm upwards.

But the little boy didn’t give him any face. After pulling his hand from Butler’s grasp, he grabbed the chicken wing and started eating.

The light that had just lit up in Yan Han’s eyes instantly faded.

He sighed secretly, then reached out to tousle the boy’s hair, "Chicken wings should be eaten while still hot. Baby, if you want to eat something else, tell daddy or Butler."

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