Transmigrated into a wealthy family's stepmother, I raised the villain into a sweet child.

Zhou Linxu leisurely returned to the villa, where they were already preparing dinner.

The grill and charcoal for the skewers had been set up in the afternoon and placed in the backyard. Shrimp were being cooked in the kitchen. He glanced at it and saw that Jin Dahai was the chef.

His son was standing next to the stove with two puppies, trotting around and muttering something to himself. The grandfather and grandson seemed to be getting along quite well.

As Zhou Linxu looked around, he suddenly noticed that Zan Zan had grown taller.

Just a while ago, the top of my head hadn't even reached the stove, but today it's already a tiny bit above it.

So that's what growing up means.

Zhou Linxu withdrew his gaze, walked over, and said, "Mom, let me do it."

Yang Hongyan was putting the skewered grilled meat into a plate. She said, "No need, it's just a matter of lending a hand."

Yang Hongyan shooed Zhou Linxu aside, so Zhou Linxu had no choice but to go find Jinxi again with his hands empty.

Jinxi is cutting a watermelon right now, preparing to make watermelon juice.

Zhou Linxu washed his hands and naturally took over the task of cutting the watermelon. He asked in a low voice, "Where's Auntie? Why is Dad cooking?"

"Auntie is setting up charcoal in the backyard." Seeing that he was about to cut the watermelon, Jinxi simply threw the watermelon chunks into the juicer and replied, "Dad's lobster is also delicious, let him make it."

Zhou Linxu pursed his lips: "We have a housekeeper at home, so Mom and Dad don't have to work so hard."

"Don't worry, if Mom and Dad don't want to do it, they won't do it even if someone puts a knife to their throats," Jinxi said. "Besides, they can't stay idle."

Zhou Linxu cut off the watermelon core, and after Jinxi finished speaking, he put the pointed end of the watermelon to her mouth.

Jinxi instinctively reached out to take it, but then heard Zhou Linxu say, "Just open your mouth."

Jinxi glanced at him, a little afraid to meet his gaze, and could only open her mouth and snatch the piece of watermelon away.

A refreshing and crisp sweetness fills the entire mouth.

Iced watermelon is so delicious.

Jinxi turned her head and shouted towards the kitchen, "Thumbs up!"

"Sigh~" Zhou Yanqian replied, walking out with his hands behind his back. "Why did you call me?"

He was still admiring his grandfather's skillful cooking of lobsters!

Jinxi said, "Let Daddy feed you watermelon, it's very sweet."

Zhou Yanqian said "oh" and walked to Zhou Linxu's side, opening his mouth.

Helpless, Zhou Linxu cut off the tip of a watermelon and stuffed it into his mouth.

Zhou Yanqian's cheeks were bulging, and he mumbled, "I went to help Grandpa."

Although he didn't do any work, standing by and keeping him company, how can that not be considered helping?

After saying that, he ate watermelon and went back to the kitchen.

Zhou Linxu said helplessly, "You little glutton, I haven't been starving him, have I?"

Jinxi said, "Kids will want to eat everything they see, that's normal."

Then she remembered something else: "Butler Zhao just told me that some photos have been delivered, and I told her to put them directly in the movie room. Why don't you take Zan Zan and put the photos in the small room now?"

"I'll go as soon as I'm done cutting it," Zhou Linxu said. "It'll be quick."

Cutting a watermelon is simple, and Zhou Linxu finished cutting it in no time. Jinxi then told him to go and attend to his business.

Zhou Linxu led Zan Zan downstairs.

Zhou Yanqian asked in confusion, "Dad, why are we coming down here?"

Zhou Linxu explained, "Your mother's photos are developed. I'll take you to see them."

Zhou Yanqian knew about this, and he asked, "Where is it?"

"Butler Zhao put it downstairs. We'll go put your mother's photo away before we go upstairs." Zhou Linxu pinched his little finger: "Just put it in... Daddy's room."

Zhou Yanqian responded with an "Oh," and said, "Okay."

"After you finish your lesson on Wednesday, when kindergarten is out for the holidays, Xiaoxi will help you clean that room. Remember to be diligent," Zhou Linxu instructed. "Be serious, okay?"

"I understand," Zhou Yanqian said. "I'm always very serious about what I do. Don't keep saying things like that. You're going to make a serious person seem like an unserious person."

"Okay, okay, Dad won't say anything more." Zhou Linxu muttered under his breath, "Such a precocious child."

He's a year older now, and seems to have become even more cunning; he can hardly keep up with Zan Zan's arguments anymore.

Zhou Yanqian said, "Dad, you should read more books on the art of speaking when you have time. If you don't speak well, even if Mom likes you now, she'll dislike you later."

Zhou Linxu's eyes lit up slightly, and he quickly asked, "Xiao Xi likes me? Did she tell you? When did she tell you?"

Zhou Yanqian replied matter-of-factly, "She didn't say it; I said it myself."

Zhou Linxu sighed, thinking to himself, "I knew the little brat would talk nonsense."

Zhou Linxu was speechless and choked with emotion.

He said, "Okay, baby, let's take the photos first. Xiaoxi and her grandparents are still waiting for us upstairs. As a member of this family, we should also do what we can to help."

"Sigh!" Zhou Yanqian responded heavily.

He knows!

Zhou Yanqian took the photo out of the file bag and then skillfully clipped it into the photo frame.

He touched his mother's face through the glass with his soft fingertips, then hugged her and walked to his small room.

The lock in the small room had been replaced with the usual one, so Zhou Yanqian could open it simply by pressing the doorknob.

Zhou Linxu followed behind him.

Zhou Yanqian opened the door and walked in, then very naturally went to the table where his father's photo was placed.

He lifted his mother's photo frame with both hands and carefully placed it on the frame.

After putting him down, Zhou Linxu picked him up and kissed his soft, tender face: "Baby, you're so great."

Zhou Yanqian wrapped one arm around his neck, tilted his head slightly, and leaned against him.

His gaze fell on his mother's photo, looked at it for a while, and then looked at his father's photo.

it's wired.

This comparison makes it even stranger.

Why does he seem more like the son of his mother and father?

Although Mommy said the nephew looks like his uncle, this one looks way too much like him!

Zhou Linxu tilted his head slightly and kissed his forehead again: "Let's go, let's go upstairs."

Zhou Yanqian said "Oh," and then carried me upstairs.

Zhou Linxu didn't say anything, but picked him up and walked outside.

Unexpectedly, his eldest son suddenly asked in his ear, "Dad, why do I look so much like my eldest dad?"

Zhou Linxu stumbled and almost lost his grip on the baby in his arms.