Mom, I Eat Differently

"Little Naruto, Mom is going to cook now, so be a good boy and play in the living room, okay?"

Kushina's voice was so soft it could drip water.

Little Naruto stopped gnawing on his stuffed toy.

He lifted his head.

Those clear, crystal-blue eyes rolled around.

His little mouth puckered into a pout.

"Da-da..."

Naruto waved his chubby little hands, making incoherent, babbling sounds.

"Why isn't Da-da cooking?"

Although his pronunciation was extremely non-standard, that aggrieved, milky little voice accurately conveyed his meaning.

Kushina froze for a moment.

Then she placed her hands on her hips.

The gentle mother instantly transformed into a crimson habanero.

With her dark eyebrows arched in anger, she deliberately put on a stern face.

"Dad is busy!"

Kushina glared, the spatula in her hand shaking.

"What, do you think Mom's cooking doesn't taste good?"

Although little Naruto was not even a year old, his perception of danger was exceptionally acute.

Seeing his mother's red hair faintly beginning to lift, he was so frightened that he immediately dropped the little fox stuffed toy in his hand.

His little head shook back and forth like a rattle-drum.

"N-No... it tastes good..."

Naruto stammered out a few words.

He struggled to crawl into a sitting position on the carpet.

Lifting his head, he looked innocently at Kushina with his big eyes.

"Mom, I eat differently, I don't eat with you guys."

Little Naruto announced his decision in a baby voice.

Then.

He extended a chubby, stubby finger.

And precisely pointed at the proud, full chest above Kushina's apron.

"I eat right here."

The air in the living room suddenly fell silent for three seconds.

Kushina lowered her head, following the direction of her son's finger.

Her fair cheeks instantly flushed with two blushes at a speed visible