After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

"It's just a metaphor." Wen Jian laughed, "Besides, look down at yourself."

"Compared to our little treasure, it's like going through a garbage dump."

Wen Cheng immediately lowered his head and quickly glanced at his clothes and pants.

In the past, I was surrounded by a group of children every day, and there were naughty kids who couldn't keep quiet.

Although you won't get yourself so dirty that it's unbearable to look at, your whole body will definitely be a mess.

In this situation, Wen Cheng, who was mixed in, was the one who loved cleanliness and orderliness the most.

It's different now.

Compared with the naughty children, Wen Cheng was very clean. In front of Wen Yinuo, except for the fact that there was nothing dirty on his body, the messiness was exactly the same as if he had just rummaged through a garbage dump.

"I-I'll go change my clothes right away!"

After saying this, Wen Cheng ran back to his room in a panic.

Wen Cheng, who always takes a long time, took less than five minutes this time.

Wen Jian was secretly proud.

She finally found a way to easily control Wen Cheng without saying anything.

He was happy in his heart. When he looked at Wen Cheng who had changed his clothes and looked clean like a little prince, Wen Jian's face also looked happy.

She pushed Wen Yinuo in front of Wen Cheng and walked to the side:

"Alright, you two brothers, have fun and bond with each other."

"Mom is going to cook."

Wen Cheng's embarrassed smile froze:

"Mom...are you going to cook?"

Wen Jian raised his eyebrows and rubbed his wrist: "Why, do you have any objections?"

Wen Cheng shuddered: "No! No problem!"

"Mom, your cooking skills are the best in the world!"

I hope his mother won’t suddenly have the urge to make some dish with a difficult name just because his brother comes home.

My mother’s skills… She has no problem cooking ordinary home-cooked dishes, but she has no idea what new research is, all kinds of dishes.

He and his brother will both die here today.

"Come on." Wen Jian angrily messed up Wen Chengcai's neatly combed hair, "Don't praise me like that, your mother will be scared."

"I know my own weight very well."

"Don't worry, for Xiaobao's sake, I will definitely not let you try the poison today."

Wen Cheng: ...

I thank you.

After teasing Wen Cheng, Wen Jian hummed a tune that he couldn't understand and hopped to the kitchen.

For a moment, there were only Wen Cheng and Wen Yinuo in the living room.

The child who had just arrived home was nervous and looked around timidly, not daring to speak.

Wen Chengba, who is an extrovert, was nervous, shy and worried.

I was afraid that if I opened my mouth I would say something wrong and offend my younger brother, leaving a bad impression.

The two little ones just faced each other, you looked at me and I looked at you, staring at each other, and no one spoke first.

During the confrontation, time passed silently.

After a long time, Wen Cheng, who had rehearsed countless times in his mind and prepared himself mentally, spoke first.

"Hello." Wen Cheng, who usually speaks like a machine gun and doesn't even pause for commas, stuttered, "My name is Wen Cheng."

"Yes, it's Xiaobao, your brother."

Wen Yinuo, who was nervously tugging at his sleeves, blinked his confused eyes and said softly, "Brother?"

Wen Cheng:!!!

Ahhhh!!! He finally understood why those students in his class who had younger brothers and sisters always showed off in front of him.

If he had a younger brother like Wen Yinuo before, he would not be able to help but show off in front of everyone!

"Hey!" Wen Cheng couldn't wait to respond.

After agreeing, he fell silent again, not knowing what to say.

Talk to Xiaobao about the past? No, no, Xiaobao was so miserable before, Xiaobao will definitely be very sad if I talk about those things in the past.

How about talking about your past?

Not at all.

His previous experience is not much different from Xiaobao's, and just mentioning it like this will definitely remind Xiaobao of the past.

It still makes people sad.

Ahhh, so annoying, so annoying.

Wen Cheng, whose hair was almost falling out from worry, rubbed his face and carefully moved outwards centimeter by centimeter.

When he reached the door, he spoke:

"I, I'm going to ask my mother something."

"Xiaobao, play by yourself for a while! Wait for your brother to come back!"

After saying that, he ran very fast, not even giving Wen Yinuo time to react.

Sitting obediently on the sofa in the living room, she watched Wen Cheng leave silently. She wanted to follow him, but was afraid that she would be hated.

I could only sit there anxiously and wait for someone to come back.

Wen Cheng, who ran away, was more nervous than Wen Yinuo.

"Mom!" Wen Cheng's voice reached Wen Jian's ears before the person arrived.

Wen Jian's hand shook as he was cutting vegetables, and he almost cut himself.

Wen Jian's temples were throbbing. He put down the knife and rolled up his sleeves.

The little bastard was startled every day, and she thought he was getting annoyed.

Just as he reached the kitchen door, he was bumped back by Wen Cheng who was running in hurriedly.

Wen Jian: ...

Even more angry!

Wen Cheng, whose mind was filled with his younger brother, didn't notice that anything was wrong with his mother.

"Mom, mom!" He dragged Wen Jian and wanted to leave, "Come with me quickly."

Oh open!

Wen Jian smiled.

Is this kid worried about Wen Yinuo?

"I'm not going." Wen Jian broke free from his son's hand and dragged himself over to sit on the bench. "Just tell me what you want from me."

"I, I don't know how to talk to my brother." Wen Cheng was extremely anxious.

Wen Jian almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Wen Cheng, ah Wen Cheng, you have finally come to this day." She did not hide her pride, "Who used to brag in front of me about how good his interpersonal relationships were."

"What do you mean by 'you are an adult, what do you know about children'?"

Wen Cheng: "That's different!"

How can my younger brother be the same as others?

"Oh, then I don't care about you." Wen Jian made a gesture to leave.

"No, no, no! Mom, I was wrong!" Wen Cheng blocked the road ahead, "I admit that I am not as good as mom in interpersonal relationships."

The smug smile on Wen Jian's face softened a little.

"Okay, you're making it seem like I'm abusing a child."

"You are still young, so it's normal that you can't compare to me in terms of interpersonal communication and other similar experiences."

"There's no need to get upset with yourself over this."

"After all, in the other rooms, you are indeed smarter than me."

Wen Cheng's shy thoughts disappeared: "...Really?"

"Really." Wen Jian poked his forehead with a finger, "Go back here right now."

"Mom, you haven't taught me how to talk to Xiaobao yet!" Wen Cheng tried to cheat, "If you don't tell me, I won't leave!"

Wen Jian felt that he should take back his previous sentence.

"You don't need me to teach you." The woman with a gentle smile between her eyebrows clenched her fists, "When you go back now, you will know how to get along with Xiaobao."

Wen Cheng didn't quite believe it: "Really?"

"It's fake." Wen Jian had a blank expression on his face. "If you don't leave now, I'll tell others about you hanging upside down on the tree."