Chapter 564: Men Also Blow

Sheng Jiang held an opposing opinion, but he dared not voice it himself.

His son rarely wore a smiling expression when seeing him, always keeping a straight face, and he would feel intimidated whenever he saw him.

His daughter-in-law was always smiling, but she was equally difficult to talk to.

Not to mention her constant lip service, she could also leave him speechless with a smile; whatever he wanted to express could be twisted into something else by her in just a few words, and he had no way to refute it.

So, he whispered "pillow talk" into his wife's ear.

"A Hao, go talk to the two of them; Zichen's first-birthday banquet cannot just be brushed off. They are young and don't know the rules, so you must teach them. If a family like ours holds a first-birthday banquet that is not even as good as that of ordinary folks, how laughable it would be..."

Wang Yinghao said, "Why don't you go talk to them yourself?"

This time, he admitted it readily: "They don't listen when I talk; it's not as effective as when you talk."

It was indeed the case.

Wang Yinghao was responsible for the family's daily life and chores at home, and she also had to take care of the children; she worked without complaint and held a say in the household.

But Wang Yinghao did not fall for it. She smiled and said, "Don't try to use me as a tool. Having lived with my sister for so many years, I haven't seen you learn anything else, but you certainly have learned plenty of her petty, unpresentable tricks."

Indeed, Wang Yingzhi loved to scheme behind the scenes and let others charge forward!

But her heart was not good, and her ability was lacking.

The petty schemes she played could be seen through at a glance, so few people were fooled, and she often became a laughingstock.

Sheng Jiang was originally an honest man and did not have such devious thoughts, but after living with Wang Yingzhi for so many years, he was unconsciously assimilated by her quite a bit.

Many of his current bad habits were learned from Wang Yingzhi.

In the end, he had become the very thing he hated most!

Sheng Jiang was exposed and scratched his head in embarrassment, laughing as he said repeatedly, "I'll change, I'll definitely change, but can you go talk to them this time?"

Wang Yinghao: "Fine, but we will go talk to them together."

The next morning.

The dining room.

Sheng Zichen sat in his high chair, excitedly banging on the table with a spoon: "Food, food..."

Shi Ran arrived at the dining room and sat down next to her younger brother, looking disgusted: "Can you stop making noise? You little glutton, you're even worse than when you were younger. At least when you couldn't talk, you wouldn't be this noisy."

Every time he ate, Sheng Zichen would be like this, even drooling, as if he had never eaten a meal in his life.

He was also a chatterbox usually, and Shi Ran felt that her own brother was not as good as their cousin who was being fostered at home.

Moli was so quiet; he ate when full and slept when he woke up.

Or he would play by himself quietly, not naughty at all.

But Sheng Zichen... as long as he wasn't sleeping, there was almost never a second he was idle!

"Bad sister."

"Food."

"Not giving you any."

The little guy was very arrogant. Seeing his sister looking down on him, he immediately began to fight back, glaring with his large, black-grape-like eyes and clamoring that he wouldn't let his sister eat.

Shi Ran picked up her milk and took a sip, then picked up her tuna sandwich and took a big bite, teasing him while she ate: "So delicious. There's a kid who can't have any, oh. So greedy, drooling from greed but still can't have any, hahahahaha."

Sheng Zichen immediately stopped being arrogant, switching to a pitiful expression and begging for mercy: "Sister, good."

"Baobao, eat."

Shi Ran: "I'm not giving you any, let you stay greedy. See if you still dare to make me angry?"

"No, no!"

Sheng Zichen was about to cry from greed, tears swirling in his eyes, looking as if they were about to fall.

"Alright, don't cry, little brother. I'll give you a bite."

The little girl was soft-hearted after all and couldn't bear to let her brother cry.

She held the sandwich to Sheng Zichen's mouth, and the little guy took a big bite—"Cough, cough..." He choked.

Just then, Shi Youxuan and Sheng Hanyu walked into the dining room and saw this scene.

Shi Youxuan hurriedly scooped all the sandwich out of her son's mouth and gave him a few sips of water to wash it down.

"Eat, want more!"

Sheng Zichen forgot the pain once he tasted the sweetness; he forgot about just choking and immediately became anxious, waving his chubby, lotus-root-like arms in protest.

"Eat what eat? You little glutton, you want to eat everything. Is that something you can eat?"

After lecturing her son, Shi Youxuan turned to lecture her daughter: "How many times have I told you not to give your brother your food? He is too young now, and what you eat is different..."

Every time this kind of thing came up, Shi Youxuan had a headache!

Sheng Zichen was a little glutton; he wanted whatever he saw others eating.

His grandparents and sister were always soft-hearted and would give it to him whenever he asked!

But delicious food inevitably contained heavy oil and sugar, and these things would place a great burden on Sheng Zichen's delicate stomach.

She had said it several times, but they still repeatedly failed to change.

And the reason was surprisingly consistent—Erbao wants to eat, and I can't help it!

How could they not help it?

Wouldn't it be over if they just didn't give it to him?

But the few of them just couldn't bear it and always couldn't help but give him some.

There was no other way; Shi Youxuan could only watch him at all times and instruct the nanny to monitor him strictly when she was not around.

Even with such strict precautions, there were still times when things slipped through, like now!

She had only been gone for two minutes, and something happened.

The little girl knew she was in the wrong and stirred her fingers uneasily, apologizing: "I'm sorry, Mommy. I was wrong. I will never sneak food to Erbao again."

Sheng Hanyu felt his wife was a bit too harsh on their daughter.

So he spoke up for his daughter: "Erbao can eat the tuna sandwich now..."

Meeting his wife's warning gaze, he pulled his words back: "But, it must be fed to him bit by bit, he cannot bite it himself, so Ranran, you were wrong this time."

He wanted to speak up for his daughter, but he could not offend his wife; Sheng Hanyu felt it was too difficult for him.

Shi Youxuan glared at him, glaring hard at him.

The couple communicated with their eyes.

Shi Youxuan: Sheng Hanyu, you are always like this; when I am disciplining the child, could you please shut up? Can't you communicate different opinions separately when it is just the two of us? Why do you always fail to follow the things we have agreed upon?

Sheng Hanyu begged for mercy with his eyes: My lady, don't be angry, I was wrong this time, I will change!

Consequently, Shi Youxuan became even angrier.

Change what, change?

Acknowledge the mistake and change, then commit it again after changing; it goes on and on without end!

Sheng Hanyu could stay in agreement with her on everything except for the children, but on the issue of educating the children, he was a stumbling block!

But no matter how angry she was, it had to come to an end, because her mother-in-law came out of the kitchen carrying a clay pot of porridge.

The second after his mother-in-law appeared, his father-in-law also appeared in the dining room.

"Good morning, Dad."

"Good morning, Mom."

With his parents-in-law both there, Shi Youxuan could not continue to give her husband a cold look, so she could only put this matter aside for now and talk about it when the two of them were alone.

Breakfast was very sumptuous, as always.

Milk, sandwiches, bacon, fried eggs, vegetable salad, chicken noodle soup, clay pot porridge, steamed buns, and several small dishes of cold appetizers.

A combination of Chinese and Western, a mix of meat and vegetables, nutritionally comprehensive.

Wang Yinghao scooped a small bowl of seafood porridge from the clay pot, set it aside to cool specifically for Sheng Zichen, and only then added salt to the rest.

"Zichen, we are having porridge, the best clay pot porridge." After cooling it to a warm temperature, Grandma fed him herself.

Sheng Zichen refused to drink the porridge, his little chubby finger pointing at the sandwich in his sister's hand: "Eat, eat."

He was still thinking about it.

But Shi Ran did not dare to give it to him; she lowered her head and took big bites, not looking at her younger brother, pretending she did not hear.

"All gone, Baobao."

Erbao was anxious; he was afraid that the sandwich would be eaten entirely by his sister, and there would be none left for him.