Good Baby C07

Chapter 7

Although little An’an can occasionally be naughty and make people angry, most of the time, he is well-behaved and adorable. He can even be so cute that it momentarily makes people forget what they were doing earlier.

For example, right now, Fan Chunxiang was holding his little hand, which she had just grabbed out of the snow, and warming it up in her palm. She didn’t intend to scold him for not listening earlier.

“Mama~”

Fan Chunxiang gently nodded, and only after confirming that his hand was warm did she start to do other things.

In the afternoon, the snow stopped, and the snow piled on both sides of the road had already been cleared by the residents. The three of them walked along the sidewalk, and the streets were filled with a strong New Year’s atmosphere.

The children’s clothing store was crowded, as even the poorest families would buy new clothes for their children during the New Year.

Fan Chunxiang had a good eye, and the jacket she picked out was very suitable for An’an.

When he wore it, many people in the store turned their attention to them, and one customer immediately asked the shopkeeper to get the same set that An’an was wearing.

The entire outfit, from top to bottom, cost Fan Chunxiang 300 yuan. Most people thought that since children grow quickly, there was no need to buy them too many nice clothes. However, Fan Chunxiang didn’t think this way.

An’an was comfortable and happy in the outfit, and that made the money spent feel worthwhile.

On the way home, there was an old man riding a bicycle selling candied hawthorns. Li Datiao and his wife exchanged a glance, and when An’an wasn’t paying attention, they quickly went to buy a skewer of candied hawthorns.

Li Datiao broke the sharp end of the skewer before handing it to An’an.

It was strange how An’an, even at such a young age, understood the concept of money. Every time they tried to buy him something, he would hold out his little hand to refuse.

But when they directly shoved the candied hawthorn into his hand, he pouted, looking like a little pufferfish, puffing his cheeks with annoyance.

Though their family wasn’t very well off, they weren’t at the point where they had to be stingy about such small things.

After confirming that he couldn’t refuse, An’an pursed his lips and took a bite. He really liked the sugar coating on the outside.

His teeth were still too soft to bite into it, so he could only lick it slowly like he would with other candies.

After finishing the sugar, the hawthorn inside was exposed, and without any defense, An’an took a bite.

The sourness immediately hit his teeth, and his little face scrunched up in a painful grimace. He shook his head and clung to his mother’s neck.

Seeing him react so sourly, Li Datiao and Fan Chunxiang couldn’t help but smile.

Noticing they were laughing at him, An’an snorted and turned his head away.

Before going home, he definitely wouldn’t acknowledge these two troublemakers. He would deal with it when they got home.

Fan Chunxiang was a very diligent person. She usually tried to keep the yard tidy, and for the New Year, the two of them cleaned every corner of the house together.

While they were tidying up, An’an held a broom in his hand and eagerly tried to help.

When 250, in the system space, saw this scene, he realized that the usually frugal host had unexpectedly gone to the system shop to buy something for himself, adding to the festive atmosphere.

Although this host was a bit different from the old, cunning ones he had imagined, the cute, silly appearance was still quite charming.

It made 250’s usually dull and monotonous life a little more interesting, even giving him the thought that if he encountered any trouble, he could help solve it himself.

After everything inside and outside was cleaned, the day of the Chinese New Year’s Eve finally arrived.

Fan Chunxiang and Li Datiao both woke up early, already starting to prepare the ingredients for the New Year’s Eve dinner. An’an, as usual, slept until after eight, waking up to the sound of firecrackers.

At first, he subconsciously burrowed deeper into his blanket, trying to block out the annoying sound.

But as soon as he curled back up, he suddenly remembered that his mother had said the previous night that today was New Year’s Day. He struggled to crawl out from under the blanket.

Recently, An’an had been learning to dress himself. Although he was already shivering from the cold, he stubbornly insisted on dressing slowly by himself.

Fan Chunxiang, thinking that An’an must have woken up by now, entered the room only to find him struggling with his pants.

An’an, who had been frustrated from struggling for so long, was feeling very upset when he saw his mother enter, and his sense of grievance reached its peak.

He pointed at his pants with his finger and stretched out his hands toward Fan Chunxiang.

Fan Chunxiang hurriedly picked him up, and seeing his pitiful little face, she gently patted his back to comfort him.

An’an’s pants were quickly put on by Fan Chunxiang, who did it effortlessly.

Today, An’an was wearing the new clothes they had bought last time. He looked particularly spirited.

After An’an woke up, Fan Chunxiang went to the kitchen to make a bowl of steamed egg for him. After it was done, she brought it to him.

An’an never needed to be fed, always trying to take care of himself and not burdening them.

After being burned once, he now patiently blew on his food before taking a bite, and after finishing, he would take the bowl to the kitchen.

In the afternoon, Li Datiao started to put up Spring Festival couplets and hung red lanterns at the door, instantly creating a festive and lively atmosphere.

The New Year’s Eve dinner was laid out on the table, and it was the first time An’an saw such a lavish meal in their house. He sat there happily clapping his little hands.

When they were eating, Li Datiao and Fan Chunxiang took out red envelopes and tried to put them into An’an’s pocket.

The little one froze for a moment, then seemed to understand instinctively. He politely pushed the red envelope away, muttering:

“Oh no, no need, I don’t want it.”