Yang Chuxia smiled, "Yanzhu is such a good boy, thank you, Yanzhu."
"Good, I'm good." Chen Yazhu mimicked her speech, nodding repeatedly. His tender, cute voice was very endearing.
"All this time you say he's stingy, but no one had to ask for this candy; he gave it away himself," Yang Chuxia said, looking at the candy in her hand. "Don't talk about him so much, moderation is key. If he grows up with big hands, it'll be too late for you to regret."
But Yang Ruoqiu just blurted out absent-mindedly, "This naughty kid is so calculating. You know this candy was given to him by Qingbao. When Qingbao wanted it back, he wouldn't give, yet all of a sudden, he gave it to you."
By the time Yang Chuxia heard this, she couldn't help but laugh. Pinching Chen Yazhu's cheek, she asked, "Is auntie pretty?"
"Pretty, auntie is pretty."