Yangyang, with a sulky little face, unwillingly went to work. Because he was small, he could only carry a little bit of rice at a time. Jiang Lai wasn't in a hurry; he just put the straw hat from his own head onto Yangyang's and cheered him on while sipping a Wahaha drink.
"Wow, Yangyang's so amazing; he can carry so much at once!"
"Awesome! He's practically mommy's little man!"
"How in the world is there a child as excellent as Yangyang? Grandma, how did I get so lucky to have such a good son?"
The old lady grinned along with them.
"A good mother surely has a good son, you two are both incredible."
Jiang Lai blushed, feeling like he could harvest another two rows of wheat.
Yangyang, flattered and blushing, ran back and forth with ears of wheat, without slacking or complaining about being tired.
[Poor child gradually getting lost in his mother's praises]
[Silly child, your mom's overclocking you!]
[Yangyang, perhaps you need legal assistance]
