There was no use saying more, it was better to save some energy and get on with important matters.
After lecturing Er Bao, Da Bao sat down in a chair, propping his chin with his hands and staring intently at the doorway. He kept craning his neck to look outside, but still hadn't seen his mother.
It was almost noon, but his mother still hadn't appeared.
It's over... Mother wouldn't break her promise, would she? Da Bao immediately started to worry, muttering to himself, Mother wouldn't not come, would she?
After waiting for so long, if Mother didn't come, he... he would be truly heartbroken.
Da Bao slumped onto the table like a deflated ball, his earlier excitement gone. His head drooped like a frostbitten eggplant.
With a creak, the door was opened from the outside.
Da Bao immediately craned his neck, looking out like a giraffe. Upon seeing Feng Jin, Da Bao's eyes lit up.
With a whoosh, he jumped off the chair and rushed towards Feng Jin like a bolt.
"Mother, you're finally here..."
Da Bao hugged Feng Jin's legs tightly, refusing to let go. It was worth the wait; he had finally seen his mother, and at least he hadn't rushed here in vain.
"If you keep hugging me like this, how will I give you the gift I prepared?"
Held tightly by Da Bao, she couldn't even move slightly, making it impossible to present the gift she had brought.
"Gift... Mother, the gift is with Mother!"
When he heard the word "gift," Da Bao became even more excited, eagerly anticipating Feng Jin taking out the item.
Feng Jin sighed helplessly, her reaction to Da Bao's behavior quite as expected.
She helplessly took out the box in her hands. As soon as it was placed on the desk, Da Bao eagerly urged Feng Jin to open it quickly.
"Mother, hurry and open it... hurry, Mother!"
He had waited all night, and now he couldn't wait any longer. Da Bao's heart was so excited that he could barely contain himself, wishing he could rush forward and open the box to see what was inside.
"Look at how impatient you are. Don't you know that haste makes waste?"
Amused by Da Bao's expression, Feng Jin bent down and gently tapped Da Bao's nose.
Unable to bear teasing Da Bao further, she felt it wasn't quite right to keep the child waiting. She then opened the box and took out the cube she had prepared, handing it to Da Bao.
The moment Da Bao saw the cube, his initial joy was halved. The little mouth that had been turned up immediately drooped.
"Mother, is this the gift you wanted to give me?"
"Yes, do you like it?"
Looking at it from all sides, it was just a piece of wood. To put it more nicely, at most, it was a good-looking piece of wood. He couldn't see anything special about it.
For Mother to give him a piece of wood felt like she was trying to trick him.
"What's wrong? You don't like it?"
Feng Jin immediately noticed Da Bao's low spirits and tentatively asked.
"Mother, anything else you give me would be fine, but why give me a piece of wood? Look, this wood is useless..."
Da Bao grumbled in dissatisfaction. Not yet two years old, he was already being picky and even starting to dislike her.
If he got any older, he might even chase her away.
"How can you judge something by its appearance, child? Although it's just a very ordinary piece of wood, not something of immense value, it is an exquisite object. Moreover, this was made by your mother and father for you. You disliking it like this truly makes your mother very sad, and your father would also feel bad if he knew!"
After Feng Jin said this, Da Bao felt that what he had said might have been a bit too much. He lowered his eyes and looked at the wood in his hands. Although it wasn't very attractive, it was made by his mother and father.
For others, even with money, they couldn't buy it, which showed how much his mother and father cared about him.
Thinking this, Da Bao felt even more guilty. He reached out and tugged at Feng Jin's sleeve, shaking it gently. "Mother, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong. Don't be angry."
Feng Jin's heart, no matter how angry it was, vanished upon hearing Da Bao's soft, apologetic voice.
With Da Bao's incredibly cute face and soft,糯糯 voice, she couldn't unleash any anger, no matter how great it was.
"Mother isn't angry. Shall Mother teach you how to play?"
She pulled Da Bao into her arms, her tone gentler than ever, and coaxed him softly.
"Look, this is a magic cube. Each face has nine small squares, and each square can be moved..."
Feng Jin patiently explained how to play with the magic cube. Da Bao was also clever. After just one explanation, he understood how to play.
"Is it fun?" Feng Jin asked, propping her chin and watching Da Bao play with great enthusiasm.
His expression had gone from one of disdain to one of utter fascination. He didn't even want to stop and rest for a moment.
Da Bao seemed not to have heard her, paying no attention to Feng Jin. He kept all his focus on the magic cube in his hands, indifferent to everything else.
Feng Jin, unwilling to give up, asked again. The outcome was the same as before; Da Bao didn't even spare her a glance.
Being ignored like this, she felt as if she had lost all presence.
She simply reached out and snatched the magic cube from Da Bao's hands, causing Da Bao to burst into tears.
"You've been playing for so long. Mother has called you several times, and you don't even put the toy down to answer Mother. You're so engrossed in playing. I think you need to collect yourself first."
If she let Da Bao play any longer, he would become addicted. It seemed they would need to strictly regulate their playtime in the future.
"Mother, Mother... good Mother, just let me play for a little longer... okay..."
Just as he was starting to have fun, it was suddenly taken away. It was too disappointing. Da Bao clung to Feng Jin, pestering her, determined to get the magic cube back.