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"Is it... really like this?" Aunt Lin was somewhat stunned.
Shaking her head, Qing Luan thought for a moment before saying, "Xuan'er is still young and the only child in the household. You all overlooked something; he is still a child. He was raised by you, and his swallowing ability isn't very good yet. You prepared adult meals for him—how could he manage to eat? Even if he wanted to eat, if he couldn't swallow it, he would lose interest..."
"I... I didn't know," Aunt Lin's eyes filled with tears as she felt a wave of self-reproach after Qing Luan pointed out so much.
"Also, there should be a few children in the household to play and eat with Xuan'er. This way, he can compare and his appetite will improve—this is why I wanted Tide to accompany him!"
"What good does that do?" Aunt Lin asked, puzzled.
"Just now, Xuan'er couldn't reach the steamed egg because of his small wrist, but Tide has been independent since both his parents passed away. These things are trivial to him. So when Xuan'er saw Tide start eating first, he got anxious. That anxiety alone proves he has an appetite and wants to eat," she explained slowly and carefully, wanting Aunt Lin to understand that not all problems can be solved simply by doing things well.
"Madam..." the maid attending to Xuan'er rushed over, unable to speak clearly due to her excitement. "Young Master finished a bowl of porridge and is still clamoring for more..."
"What?" Aunt Lin was taken aback and immediately stood up to head in that direction, losing her usual composure.
Qing Luan leisurely followed behind her, unhurried.
"What? There's none left?" Aunt Lin was a bit irritated when she saw her son still wanting more but finding no porridge left. "Why aren't you going to make more?"
"Aunt Lin," Qing Luan said with a smile as she noticed the cook looking somewhat wronged. "I made today's meal myself—just two small bowls, enough for the two children to have one each. Xuan'er's appetite is small; he can't eat too much at once. Eating too much would be counterproductive. However, this plate of vegetables can be eaten a bit more..."
Aunt Lin's anger subsided as she smiled awkwardly, her expression radiating happiness and joy.
"Qing Luan, Xuan'er’s meals will be in your hands from now on. Please, have mercy on me as a mother!" Aunt Lin quickly spoke up, recalling how her child only ate what Qing Luan prepared.
The Lin Residence was small, but their family business was decent enough to support the few of them. With Qing Luan around, Xuan'er’s needs would be taken care of, which made Aunt Lin happier than any silver her husband could earn.
Qing Luan didn’t respond immediately; instead, she pondered for a moment before saying, "Aunt Lin, we won’t be staying here long, but I will teach the cook how to prepare meals that Xuan'er will enjoy... Also, don’t let the maid feed him anymore. He needs to learn to eat by himself; that way, the food will taste better!"
"Alright, alright! I’ll do whatever you say!" Aunt Lin was extremely excited; at this moment, whatever Qing Luan said was law.
Later that evening, when Uncle Lin returned and heard Aunt Lin's words, he expressed his gratitude to Qing Luan. He called her a benefactor for Xuan'er and for the Lin family, which made Qing Luan feel quite embarrassed.
After exchanging pleasantries, Uncle Lin suddenly sighed deeply, his brow furrowed and his mood appearing somewhat heavy.
"Uncle Lin, what’s wrong?" Qing Luan asked curiously. Everything seemed fine just a moment ago; why did it take a turn now?
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