My Girl and Tenderness

Shake your head gently.

Ever since she and her daughter were driven out of the Si family, Mulan has become a different person. She used to be proud and confident, but now, although she remains proud, she has actually become much more depressed and lonely.

It was so heartbreaking to see this from the mother's perspective. It was all because she was a mortal and did not inherit the talent for cultivation.

I feel guilty towards my daughter, so I am increasingly unsure about how to get along with her.

Until that disaster happened.

Or it could be said to be a blessing in disguise. With the help of the child, Mulan was able to start over, began to accept everything around her, and became cheerful.

I have always wanted to thank him, but when the opportunity came, it became like this.

I am such a useless mother.

What do little boys like? They have wild imaginations and are not as materialistic as adults.

There are piles of toys at home, but he never even looks at them. However, he can play with a straight stick for a whole day. He won’t eat the fruits he bought properly, but treats the crooked grass seeds he got from nowhere as treasures.

Even Mulan was taken a little off the track, was dirty all day long, and brought a lot of "garbage" home.

It is said that women's hearts are as unfathomable as the sea, but in her opinion, the little boy's mind is really hard to understand.

The children are playing upstairs, making some loud noises. Maybe they are wrestling on the bed and if they break the bed they will have to change it. But there is no need to stop them. It is only a matter of making a phone call to change it. As long as the children are happy, that's fine.

She walked slowly into the kitchen. Although she certainly couldn't cook as well as the nannies, she did it with all her heart. If she let someone else do it for her, that heart would be lost.

"Well...I haven't cooked in a long time."

I have been busy with work and never let myself calm down, for fear that I would think of those unhappy things if I calmed down.

Lower your eyes slightly.

pat.

The kitchen door made a sound of being opened, and she looked back with sharp eyes.

"That, that..."

The timid little boy scratched the glass with his hands, his tender face was pink, he looked over cautiously and said incoherently -

"Aunt Mu, I'm Qin Kong..."

"..." Was it to introduce myself? I was just hurriedly pulled away by Mulan and didn't have time to do it, so I came back to make up for it?

Is this the naughty little guy that Mulan mentioned? Or is it the exaggerated description of the little bad friend that makes Mulan's evaluation biased?

It can't be that she only becomes well-behaved when facing this old lady, or pretends to be well-behaved to please her. She doesn't feel good about herself to that extent.

This child must be very polite and sensible.

The expression on her face changed slightly. She must have been trying to show a friendly smile, but in the end, it seemed like she was sneering as she said -

"I know."

"Hey?"

He shrank his neck, feeling a little helpless.

So she added:

"Mulan often mentions you."

"Well! He, what did he say about me?"

There was a look of worry in his big eyes, and he felt a little uneasy as if his good brother had said something bad about him.

"They said you were naughty. Little boys are always like that, but now it seems that it was completely nonsense."

"Yes, yes, Mulan always says bad things about me, Aunt Mu, don't believe it."

The little guy's face was red, and he was obviously guilty, but in the eyes of his aunt, he was just cute. What bad intentions could the little guy have?

"Well, I don't believe it."

Who wouldn't like such a good child? How could he not be naughty?

Hearing her answer, little Qin Kong laughed, shy and cute, trotting in, sticking to her side little by little, leaning on the kitchen counter to watch her busy, and said - "Aunt Mu, let me help you."

"Ok?"

Quietly sticking very close to her, she raised her hand and looked to the side. The little kid was peeking his head out, as if he wanted to help, but it seemed like he was making things worse.

She couldn't help but smile and said -

"No need, go play with Mulan, I'll call you down when you're ready."

"But……"

When the little guy heard that she didn't let him help, his eyebrows dropped and he looked a little pitiful, which made her pause and wonder if she had done something wrong.

For well-behaved children, maybe it’s not a good idea to just say no?

When she was wavering, Xiao Qinkong lowered his head and said a little aggrievedly -

"Actually, the teacher gave us homework to help our moms on Mother's Day."

"Huh? Today is Mother's Day already?"

She realized that she had been so busy with work that she had forgotten about holidays. Every day was so boring. Did elementary school assign homework like this? Why didn't Mulan say anything?

She was silent, and after thinking for a while she probably understood that Mulan didn't want this kind of homework to disturb her busy work, so she always tried to find a way to solve it herself.

Little Qinkong lowered his head and said -

"Mom is very busy and hasn't been home for a long time."

"Well……"

These words seemed to pierce her heart, as if the little boy in front of her had turned into her daughter again, accusing her.

"I understand. Come and help me. Today, I will take your mother's place."

"Aunt Mu! Thank you!"

The little guy suddenly became bright and sunny, and hugged her waist excitedly. Due to his height, he could only rub her lower abdomen.

She smiled and touched his head.

There is really no way.

Mother's Day Extra: Mu Xuelan's Mother (Part 2)

"OK OK……"

If outsiders saw her expression at this moment, they would be shocked. That powerful and formidable man, the big boss whose eyes could make people tremble, was actually coaxing the child so gently at this moment.

It's a side that others can't see.

Even though the little guy stood on tiptoe, he was still too young and could only hold her waist with difficulty. His hand slowly slid down from her lower back, and her lower abdomen was a little itchy from his rubbing.

For a long time, the only child I had to deal with was my own awkward daughter, and I had never encountered a child from a family member who would stick to me all of a sudden.

Like a puppy, so tender.

Lively and lovable.

He grasped Aunt Mu's lower back with his little hands, feeling her warm body temperature. When he pressed against her flat belly, he could smell a sweet scent.

"Auntie Mu...smells so good..."

"Is it the smell of food? It's in the kitchen after all."

"Um... no."

He shook his head in denial.

Aunt Mu smiled and looked at him. He seemed to want to stick with her for a while. She didn't expect that he was such a close friend of hers. She ignored him and continued to work carefully. She didn't really expect him to help.

Just saying——

"Stand behind auntie, don't get hurt."

Whether using a knife or firing a gun, it is still dangerous to let the little one be in front. If you want to hug her, hug her from behind so that you can protect her.

Little Qinkong obediently moved to the back, hugged his aunt's soft body, pressed close to her, and leaned his head to look up, watching her work seriously, her legs, feet and buttocks all tense and bouncing.

Her little face was a little reluctant, but she nodded firmly, resisting the urge to act like a spoiled child, and ran outside to fetch a stool, put it next to her, and tried to climb up, standing on it, so that she could reach the kitchen counter, and said to her - "Aunt Mu, let me help you, um... you need to cut the vegetables..."

"Wait! Children are not allowed to use knives."

She was so scared that she quickly put down the pot, grabbed the kitchen knife, and said with a stern expression -

"What if I get hurt?"

"Woo..."

He shrank his neck in grievance and said -

"I, I often cook for myself at home, it's okay, Aunt Mu."

"Often? Your parents don't cook for you? Even if they're busy, they can always hire someone to take care of you."

"We can't afford a babysitter..."

Aunt Mu was speechless for a moment. She was indeed confused and said the words "Why not eat meat porridge?" Why would an ordinary family hire a nanny? Children from poor families have to become independent early.

He looked at the worry in Aunt Mu's eyes, patted his chest and assured her, saying -

"I, I promise I won't hurt myself, just let me help, okay, Aunt Mu, please..."

He held her hand coquettishly.

Now she was regretting that she had said the wrong thing, so her attitude softened a little. Seeing that he had given her assurances again and again, she put the big kitchen knife in the knife rack, took out a pair of small scissors for him, and said - "Use this."

"Hey? Scissors? It's not that you can't use them, but you don't need a kitchen knife to cook..."

He is so particular at such a young age.

She smiled and said -

"Otherwise I won't let you help. You can't use a kitchen knife anyway."

"Ugh...okay."

Two figures, one big and one small, were busy side by side. The efficiency of the scissors was indeed very low, but she was not in a hurry to finish everything. Instead, she slowly waited for his little hands to complete the task bit by bit.

If you rush to do everything and just let him go through the motions, it will definitely hurt the self-esteem of this sensible child.

Looking at his little face, he becomes even cuter when he is serious. With such a lovable son, how can I not be at home to accompany him on Mother’s Day?

I feel that the lady I have never met is really ungrateful for what she has.

"Okay!"

He smiled happily and held the vegetable basket to show her. The cut and washed vegetable leaves and the slight sweat on his head proved the little guy's efforts.

"Well, hard work."

She wiped the sweat from his forehead lovingly, then took the food and put it in the pan to stir-fry.

The little guy hugged her waist again and said in a sticky voice -

"Aunt Mu, thank you and happy Mother's Day."

"It's Auntie who wants to thank you."

The words "Happy Mother's Day" were so sweet to her heart. No one had ever said such words to her. She had always felt that she was a failed mother, but at this moment she regained her confidence.

I have thought about this before when I saw his smile. I thought it would be great if he was really my son. It would be great if he would stick to me like this every day and say sweetly to me, "Mom, I love you." My heart would melt just imagining it.

How can it be so cute?

I really want to snatch him away from his mother... Just kidding.

Tapping.

Footsteps came from upstairs, Mulan yawned and said -

"Mom, where is Qin Kong? Have you seen him?"

The two people in the kitchen heard the legitimate daughter's call and looked over in panic for some reason. Qin Kong also withdrew his hand, not wanting his good brother to see him like this, and his face flushed.

Wow.

The half-closed door was suddenly opened. Little Mulan looked into the kitchen and saw that her mother and good brother were there. She scratched her head and said -

"What? Why are you here? Can't you resist and come over to eat? I have some snacks here. You can fill your stomach first."