"Being able to eat is a blessing, being able to eat is a blessing!" Mo Siyu didn’t have high expectations for this son. From the moment this little guy was born, his mom’s attention was entirely focused on him. He could once joke and get into good graces with Zhao Ziyin, but now he’s directly reduced to a third-class citizen, even the nanny taking care of his son stands out more in front of her.

"As long as he’s healthy." Nearby, Jian Anning is also super envious of the little guy’s hearty appetite and his sturdy growth. She claps her hands and says to Mo Yangyang, "Yangyang, will you let godmother hold you?"

Mo Yangyang, clutching a teething biscuit, blinks his eyes, looks at the pretty auntie, and his little chubby body twists and turns, instantly moving from his mom’s arms into Jian Anning’s arms.

Though the little guy is only a bit over one year old, he already understands the difference between men and women. In his eyes, pretty women are the most appealing, but if a man wants to hold him, sorry, he only shows them his rear.

The little guy is one year old yet weighs thirty pounds, with chubby cheeks that have several rolls. But for little kids, being a bit chubby is cute. Nearby, Yu Zexiao even asks, "Are you able to hold him? This child seems pretty heavy-handed!"

"Of course I can."

Holding a child, why wouldn’t she be able to hold him? Jian Anning is utterly delighted. Mo Yangyang looks at the pretty aunt, feeling happy, and even offers the half-chewed biscuit to her mouth, making "ah, ah" sounds, meaning "It’s tasty, you try it."

Usually, Yu Zexiao would definitely toss this chubby little guy aside! With your drool-covered food, you still have the nerve to stuff it into someone else’s mouth?

However, seeing the biscuit offered by the tiny guy, Jian Anning opens her mouth and eats the teething biscuit.

"Ah, ah." Mo Yangyang sees her eat the biscuit, looking thrilled, turns around, and then takes out another piece of biscuit from the small bag tightly held in his other paw, again sticking it into Jian Anning’s mouth, and Jian Anning continues to humor him by eating it.

"Wow, this is really rare." Nearby, Zhao Ziyin comes over, "This little guy actually shares his food with you! It’s practically the sun rising from the west!"

After saying that, she picks Mo Yangyang from Jian Anning’s arms.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yangyang hasn’t had enough of being in the pretty aunt’s arms, and when picked up by his mom, he unhappily makes "ah ah" sounds. Zhao Ziyin angrily pats his little bottom: "You little rascal, can’t move when you see a beauty, right? All my affection for you is in vain!"

Mo Yangyang doesn’t understand why his mom is upset, just giggles as he hands over the half-eaten biscuit beside him. Zhao Ziyin eats it while scolding, "Just know how to make your mom happy with this!"

Finishing her words, she tells Jian Anning, "Don’t mind him, this little guy likes to stuff food into the hands of pretty women he sees! So early with the charm, what will you do in the future!"

Mo Yangyang, who got scolded, is still laughing with squinted eyes.

"How could I mind? If I could borrow some of his luck, it would be wonderful." Jian Anning is quite envious, and even takes out tissues to clean the crumbs around his mouth. There’s an old saying that borrowing luck from a child might help one conceive a chubby boy next year.

"You..." Zhao Ziyin looks at her envious gaze, knowing that she’s been almost desperate to have a child this past year.

"Don’t rush too much, these days, there are plenty of people who can’t have children. You don’t have any physical problems, it’s just a matter of fate."