At breakfast, Jiang Yumiao looked at the father and son in front of him and couldn't help smiling.
Ning Chunchi had always been particular about appearances. Even when eating at home, his every movement was refined and elegant.
Beside him sat Jiang Hengyue, several sizes smaller, yet behaving exactly like him. He sat perfectly straight and chewed slowly, his little chubby hand imitating his father as he held the teacup delicately by its handle.
He was only a little over three, and already knew to maintain his image.
When Jiang Hengyue saw Jiang Yumiao suddenly smile, he put down his teacup and opened his almond-shaped eyes, the same color as Ning Chunchi's. "Daddy, I want that cookie over there by you," he said in his milky little voice.
Jiang Yumiao smiled and handed it to him.
After finishing it, Jiang Hengyue set his sights on the strawberries beside Ning Chunchi. He was about to tug on Ning Chunchi's sleeve when he suddenly remembered he hadn't wiped his hands. He raised his hand, then lowered it again. "Dad, I want a strawberry."
Ning Chunchi noticed his little gesture. Amusement shone in his eyes as he feigned distress. "What should we do? I want this strawberry too."
Jiang Hengyue's little mouth fell open. He gazed wistfully at the strawberry, but his answer was decisive. "Then you can have it, Dad. I won't eat it."
Ning Chunchi chuckled, clearly pleased with Little Little Grape's response. He handed him the strawberry, then picked up another and offered it to Jiang Yumiao. "See? Whenever you have something, you must remember Daddy."
Copying the way he usually saw Ning Chunchi act at work, Jiang Hengyue gave a "solemn" nod. After a moment, he even replied in his milky little voice, "I understand, Father."
Jiang Yumiao sat