Hearing his son go on and on about soda, Ye Yaodong glanced at Lin Xiuqing beside him, only to receive a glare in return.
He rubbed his nose. It wasn't that he wouldn't buy it-their mother wouldn't let him!
"Why don't you talk to your mother? She controls the family finances. Even I have to listen to her."
Ye Chenghu looked at his father in exasperation and stamped his foot again. "Mom always says you're the head of the household!"
"But the head of the household doesn't have any money either."
Ye Chengyang innocently rubbed salt in the wound. Then, seeing both his brother and his father glare at him, he added timidly, "Grandma said it, not me."
Lin Xiuqing couldn't keep a straight face anymore and laughed.
"That's right. Your father is the head of the household, but he has no money. Stop getting ideas. No other children get to drink malt milk every day like you do. If people heard about it, they'd be green with envy."
Other children might not even know what malt milk tasted like, while these two got to drink it every night. If they really got everything they wanted, there would be no holding them back!
Children couldn't be spoiled; it was too easy to ruin them. Their father was a cautionary example, and there hadn't even been much to eat back then.
Ye Chenghu's shoulders instantly slumped. His father really was hopeless.
"Then can I have my evening bowl of malt milk at noon instead?"
Lin Xiuqing raised her eyebrows and looked at him in puzzlement. "What are you up to?"
"He probably wants to trade his malt milk for someone's soda!" Ye Yaodong saw straight through the boy's little scheme.
His eldest son actually had a pretty quick mind. For something