No Way, Someone This Old Still Sleeps with Their Mom?

Tang Yuehua continued her inspection and came to Xue Fu's side.

She was very satisfied with the girl; her words and actions revealed her to be a very innocent and kind-hearted young woman.

Xue Fu rolled up her sleeves, revealing two tender, white forearms like lotus roots, and washed her mother's feet while smiling.

Although her movements were clumsy, it was clear that she genuinely loved her mother.

Lin Luo's expression was tense, probably because the other person wasn't his mother, but his movements were very practiced, indicating that he often washed his mother's feet when she was alive.

Tang Yuehua thought to herself, all along the way, Lin Luo was still the most filial child in her heart.

"You..."

Tang Yuehua suddenly looked at Xue Qian, who was standing still with his arms crossed, unmoved.

The latter said expressionlessly, "I'm in line. My sister and I only have one mother, there's nothing I can do."

Tang Yuehua gave him a strange look and mentally assessed this prince's son.

Too arrogant.

However, when Tang Yuehua walked over to Xiong Chumo, she was taken aback. The former was eating the pastries on the table, while the latter sat quietly in a chair, showing no sign of washing his feet.

Tang Yuehua asked, "What's going on here?"

Xiong Chumo looked over innocently, her mouth full of food.

Bi Ji said calmly, "I don't like anyone but me touching my feet."

Xiong Chumo shrugged, using gestures to indicate her helplessness, then turned back to eat as if she hadn't eaten for days.

Tang Yuehua nodded. "I understand."

Based on Xiong Chumo's previous behavior, she had a fairly good impression of the child, so this time it wasn't his fault.

After washing her feet, Lin Luo dried Qian Renxue's feet and then massaged them on his own legs.

Qian Renxue said speechlessly, "I'm all washed, what are you still doing?"

Massage promotes blood circulation.

"Just say you want to touch my feet."

"Nonsense!"

Lin Luo rebuked him sternly and continued the massage.

In all honesty, I finally wanted to express my filial piety, but I'm being stigmatized like this.

Fortunately, Lin Luo has a strong temper. You slander me, but I'm not angry. I just want to help you improve the blood circulation in your feet.

Tang Yuehua witnessed this scene and couldn't help but nod in approval once again.

After washing her feet, she even massaged them; this is filial piety ingrained in her bones.

I can't imagine how much he must have loved his mother when she was still alive.

After massaging her for a while, Lin Luo reluctantly picked up the socks and helped Qian Renxue put them on.

He really enjoys foot massages, but unfortunately, Qian Renxue always interprets him with the utmost malice.

Seeing that almost everyone had finished, Tang Yuehua smiled and said, "Please sit down, everyone. I'd like to hear what you mothers have to say."

She first gestured for Mama Fu to speak.

The latter smiled and said, "My daughter is still young, and most of the time she needs help from a maid to get dressed. I never imagined that one day she would wash my feet. This makes me feel very happy."

Tang Yuehua nodded, her gaze turning to Qian Renxue.

She was actually very curious about how the palace maid felt.

Lin Luo showed her all the love she had for her mother, and as a servant, she should have a new understanding of her master.

"And you, is there anything you'd like to say?"

I wanted to say that my son's foot fetish had gotten worse, to the point that he was unaware of it... These words were on the tip of my tongue, but Qian Renxue knew she couldn't say them here.

She spoke respectfully, "Your Highness is the gentlest, most adorable, and most filial child I have ever met. Just from this small act of washing his feet, I can imagine how happy Your Highness's original mother must have been. It was truly a great blessing in her life to have such a good son."

Lin Luo secretly gave Qian Renxue a thumbs-up.

Well said.

Tang Yuehua was very satisfied; the palace maid's feelings were exactly as she had guessed.

Over the next few days, she listened to the experiences of several other mothers.

Most people were surprised that a child who acts like a little princess or prince at home could actually help his mother wash her feet.

Tang Yuehua smiled and concluded, "Of all virtues, filial piety is the most important. I believe that after today, the children will have a new understanding of this word."

"Next, I'd like to talk to all the children and mothers about the word 'independence.'"

As expected, the topic of independence existed. Qian Renxue patted Lin Luo, her pretty face beaming with pride; she had guessed the question correctly before she even arrived.

However, Tang Yuehua's next question immediately plunged her and Lin Luo into an awkward silence.

Tang Yuehua looked around at everyone and asked, "I'd like to ask, among those of you here, are there any children who still sleep with their mothers at night?"

?!

Lin Luo and Qian Renxue's expressions tensed at the same time.

They both lowered their heads guiltily, not daring to look ahead.

Xue Fu said, "I stopped sleeping with my mom when I was three. I have my own room and bed, and I also have a teddy bear to sleep with."

The muscular woman looked around in surprise. "Surely not? He's so old, and he still sleeps with his mother? My son started sleeping alone shortly after he was born. If he cries, a slap is enough to quiet him down."

Yu Luoyi turned around in disbelief.

"No way, Mom?! I've only been born a short time and I'm already getting slapped?! How can you be so heartless?"

The muscular woman looked down at him. "Aren't you living a perfectly good life? You've been training your skin to be thick since you were little."

Xiong Chumo: "Who would sleep with their mother? Six years old isn't a child anymore. I sleep alone on the grass, the ground as my bed and the sky as my blanket."

Xue Qian crossed his arms and said disdainfully, "My sister was three years old before she separated from my mother, while I had my own room when I was one. Boys should separate from their mothers much earlier; it's a matter of etiquette and also a taboo. You're six years old and still sleeping with your mother? Have you no shame!"

"Stop scolding me, stop scolding me, my head is already lowered..." Lin Luo muttered to himself, his head bowed.

"Stop scolding me, stop scolding me. I just want to spend more time with my little baby. He's only been born for less than a year, and he still feels so tiny when I hold him. He's not old at all... "Qian Renxue muttered to herself, her head lowered.

As fate would have it, after some children and mothers had expressed their opinions, Lin Luo, who had been silent for a long time, caught Xue Fu's attention.

Xue Fu turned her head to look at him. "Lin Luo, why aren't you saying anything? You should have separated from your mother much earlier, right?"

With cream still smeared on her lips, Xiong Chumo said, "Young Master Young Master Luo is definitely right; he's probably even more independent than me."

Xue Qian: "I do trust Lin Luo in this regard; he doesn't seem like the kind of boy who clings to his mother."

Do you really have to focus all your attention on me?

"Damn it! You bunch of people! "Lin Luo cursed inwardly.

Qian Renxue had already noticed a bead of sweat on her son's forehead.

Lin Luo remained silent for a long time, and the children's gazes towards him gradually changed.

Xue Qian exclaimed in surprise, "Lin Luo, you wouldn't...!"

Xiong Chumo's eyes widened. "Young Master Luo, you..."