Ye Xingbei: "..."
What kind of brat is this?!
Looks like our family has another mischievous kid!
Gu Junzhu laughed, picked up Xiao Shumiao, and kissed him on the cheek: "Son, you can't rush planting dolls, you have to take it slow. The more you rush, the less likely the dolls will come."
"Why?" Xiao Shumiao didn't understand.
"Because haste makes waste," Gu Junzhu pinched his little nose and took the opportunity to educate his son, "No matter what you do, you need patience and a calm mind, otherwise, too much haste can be counterproductive."
"Oh..." Xiao Shumiao nodded his little head, "Dad, though I don't understand now, when I grow up a bit, I definitely will."
Ye Xingbei: "..."
You don't understand, yet you say oh?
She genuinely felt that three kids in their family were already enough.
