Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife-Chapter 1236: Daddy Dabai Sets a Trap for His Son (2)

Yebai turned his head and argued with his son, "You say I woke you up? How come your brother is still asleep? Your brother doesn’t eat as well as you do!"

"No, brother took medicine," Mingli shouted, stretching his little neck.

Gu Jinrong was already making milk on the side for the youngest son so he could continue sleeping.

Yebai was a bit worried that the elder son would wake up, mainly because the father knew the elder son had just been sick.

He picked up the second son and placed him on his lap, like a kangaroo mother with her joey, patting the second son’s head, "Shh, your brother’s sleeping, got it?"

Little Mingli immediately became obedient, sitting properly like a little student on his father’s knee.

Yebai was eating the spaghetti that Gu Jinrong had made for him again, slurping the noodles, making Mingli gulp.

Gu Nuan finished making the milk, but afraid it was too hot, she let it cool a bit before giving it to her son.

"Dad—" Mingli tugged at Yebai’s sleeve, "Talk to me, watching you eat is unbearable."

The second son always talked like this, some said he didn’t think before he spoke, yet he had some logic. In fact, he was acting spoiled like Yebai. Yebai pouted just like his son, "I haven’t even had dinner, would you let me eat my dinner?"

"No, but if you talk to me, I won’t want to eat," Mingli said seriously.

"I have to talk to you while I eat?" What a chore! Is being a dad this tiring?

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he got. Yebai didn’t care and slurped his soup.

Gu Nuan quietly sat beside them, not planning to intervene in their father-son conversation.

When a father is educating his child, it’s best for the mother not to interrupt, otherwise, it could confuse the child.

Little Mingli was anxious, watching his father’s bowl nearly empty, pulling on his father’s sleeve, "Dad, stop eating. If you keep eating, I won’t be able to hold back."

"You have to hold back even if you can’t," Yebai eyed his son’s belly, "I’ve been back for a few days, and I feel your weight has increased quite a bit. If it’s not five pounds, it’s four."

Mingli said, "Aunt Zhong said it doesn’t matter, I’ll still be a little male god even if I get fat."

"Pfft. She’s a married woman, and you believe her? She’s got a husband, no worries there. But you? You haven’t married yet, and if you become a big fatty, which little girl would like you enough to be your wife?" As he spoke, Yebai pinched his son’s chubby cheek with his fingertips.

Mingli blinked, as if what his dad said made sense, and asked, "What should I do?"

"Control your foodie urges, no eating at night, and go to sleep."

"But I’m hungry and can’t sleep. Dad, teach me how to control my foodie urges."

This question stumped Yebai because he often couldn’t control his own appetite. Whenever he saw what Gu Jinrong made, he wanted to eat.

Xiao Yebai’s face sank; being a father was really hard, having to think about such mind-boggling stuff. Before, he didn’t even have to think about it. He glanced at his wife, but she ignored them.

Yebai had to swallow his own bitterness and, with a sudden flash of inspiration, pulled out a comic book from his luggage, showing it off to his son, "Look, this is the only copy I found after searching all of America, a limited edition Superman Special."

Wow! Little Mingli’s eyes widened, his eyes sparkled, and his small hand shot up, just about to say he wanted to read.