The woman's face was bitter, refused to open her eyes, and seemed pitiful.

"Sleep a little longer, just a moment."

She was like a sleepy little girl, and she reluctantly got up.

The little guy wasn't angry, too, and his little pink mouth came over and screamed to her ear, "Mummy, I have made eight treasure porridge, added your favorite red beans and bloody glutinous rice, thick and well cooked. It tastes so delicious! Don't you want to try?"

The woman swallowed, opened her eyes unwillingly, and kissed the little boy's pink face, "my boy is awesome."

The little guy smiled proudly. It was easy to persuade Mommy, she was just a confused foodie.

"Please get up quickly in five minutes, Mommy. If you fail, I'll give the porridge to the little guy next door."

The woman was in a hurry, turned over and sat up, "Don't, it's mine."

Under the supervision of her son, the woman reluctantly got up to wash and dress herself. After a while, she sat in front of the dining table and drank the steamed eight treasure porridge.

The glutinous eight-treasure porridge fell into her stomach, the whole person felt so great, and the woman was in a good mood. "One more bowl."

The little kid naturally gave her another bowl and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

The woman raised her thumb up with compliment, "It's delicious, and my boy's cooking skill is getting better and better."

It was a bit embarrassing to say that her six-year-old son managed the family, and everything was done by him, and she was only responsible for making money.

There was a hint of pride on the boy's childish face, "what can I do, I have a dumb Mummy."

The woman was accused by her son's frequently. She indiscriminately pinched her son's small face, it was so slippery.

"Is there any son talking about his mum's like you?"

The little guy raised his chin high proudly.

"Have such a cute, smart and wise son, Mummy, you don't know how many people envy you."

This was true, the woman couldn't help laughing, kissed his son's face, "Well, my son is awesome."

The little guy smiles happily, cute and adorable.

Wen Zixun looked at her son's bright smile, and her heart felt so soft.

Six years ago, her heart was dead at that time, and the despair of being abandoned by the whole world knocked her down.

Even though she had the idea of revenge, but she had no money and no power, what could rely on to fight the two villains?

However, from the moment she found out she was pregnant, she was resurrected with full blood, rejuvenated, and welcomed the new life happily.

Although the arrival of the child was beyond her expectation, she never thought about abolishing this child. The arrival of the child gave her a glimmer of hope and became her spiritual pillar.

This was her only relative, the only family, and with him she was no longer afraid.

She named her son Wen Xingyu, meaning the light in her life.

The little boy handed her a pink bento and spoke like an adult, "Mummy, this is your lunch. You put it in the microwave for three minutes and remember to open the vents."

Mummy was an idiot in life, and had no ability to take care of herself. The poor's child was forced to look after himself, and he had no choice.

However, taking care of Mommy was a very fulfilling thing, he liked it very much.

Wen Zixun nodded obediently, "OK."

Last time she forget to open the vents and exploded the microwave oven. Since then, her son had always reminded her of that.

Xingyu sent Mommy to the door, uneasily exhorted, "Don't forget to turn on the navigator on the way to and from work."

Wenzi was so wordless. "Baby, I take the subway and bus."

Lost occasionally, was it necessary to be so exaggerated?

Wen Xingyu curled his lips. He had reminded her so many times but she should have been lost for more than ten times even taking the public transportation.

"If you encounter something you don't understand, call me."

Wen Zixun was a standard electronic idiot, knowing nothing about electronic devices. All her equipments were prepared by Wen Xingyu.

"Oh, you a re so wordy. I'm leaving, you stay at home, and don't let strangers in."

The little guy refused to go to kindergarten, because he thought the children there were too naive to keep up with him, and he would rather play computer at home alone.

Zixun had to say that her baby boy was a little genius, with an IQ of 180. He can play a computer at the age of four, and can walk around the wall at the age of five. He had been to all kinds of strange places and he was a master playing computer games.

At the age of six, he could invest in stocks and future goods. He asked her some time ago to open an account for him. Till now, Zixun did not know whether it was deficits or surpluses.

Anyway, as long as the baby son wanted to do, she would spare no efforts to support him!

The little boy's small white face showed a disgusted expression, "I'm smarter than you, Mommy. are you leaving like this?"

Wen Zixun has changed her shoes, picked up the bag, and ready to went out. Hearing this, she looked back and said, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

She has always been patient with her baby.

The little boy crossed his arms in front of his chest and showed a disdainful expression, "What about your phone?"

Zixun paused, touched her pockets, and flipped through her bag. There had been a mobile phone in her bag. Where was it?

"Uh? Baby, do you know where it is?"