The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1734 - 1748: Long-Awaited (11)

Jian Anning fits this description; furthermore, she and Yu Zexiao are not yet married and have no children.

"Come, come, Yangyang, be good, come over here."

The Mo Family’s grand hall was transformed, with a vast central area laid with a luxurious cashmere carpet. The surroundings were padded with soft foam, resembling a miniature arena. Along one side of this makeshift field, numerous items were arranged: toys, books, small brushes, and even snacks.

At the far end of the field sat a little child, adorned in tiger-head shoes and a matching hat. This chubby youngster, blessed with a double chin, had limbs like delicate lotus stems. As he waved his little arms and legs, he settled his small bottom right in the middle of the designated area, fixing his large, grape-like black eyes on the adults bustling around him.

The adults engaged in enthusiastic clapping and cheering, employing rattles and small toys to capture the child’s attention. However, Mo Yangyang remained completely unfazed. He was preoccupied, gnawing contentedly on a small bell in his hand, drooling with childlike joy, fully absorbed in his own world.

"Come, Yangyang, come to Mommy." Zhao Ziyin employed a clever tactic. With her clapping from this side and holding up his favorite pacifier, Mo Yangyang finally showed a flicker of interest. His chubby little bottom gave a scoot, and while clutching the small bell tightly, he wobbled, attempting to stand. After a brief struggle, he toppled onto the cushion, evidently deciding it was far simpler to crawl swiftly into his mother's waiting arms.

Do not be deceived by his plumpness; those small, sturdy legs possessed considerable strength. With a few determined kicks, he crawled over to his mother’s side. Zhao Ziyin attempted to engage him in the 'Zhuan Zhou' ceremony, but the little one showed no interest, burying his face into his mother’s embrace.

"Yangyang, come choose something. What do you fancy, pick one." Zhao Ziyin firmly turned the child’s head towards the 'Zhuan Zhou' items. Mo Yangyang, not understanding, felt his mother was being unkind. He kicked his tiny legs, puckered his small lips, and began to cry.

"Baby, sweetie, don't cry, don't cry!" Witnessing her precious child's distress, Zhao Ziyin felt somewhat helpless. Grandma Liao Zixin quickly intervened, attempting to guide him: "Yangyang, darling, see which one looks cute, what do you like?" She, Mo Yuhan, the nanny, Mo Siyu, and Zhao Ziyin each presented an item, placing them before the little one for his selection. A book was offered, but Mo Yangyang summarily tossed it aside, continuing to cry. Rattles, brushes, and an abacus met the same fate. Finally, Zhao Ziyin casually produced a package of baby teething biscuits. Mo Yangyang was about to discard it as well, until he heard the rattle of the package, thinking, "Hmm, this sounds fun." He sniffed it, deciding, "Mmm, it smells good," and gave it a lick, exclaiming, "Wow, tasty!"

Consequently, none of the designated 'Zhuan Zhou' items were chosen. Mo Yangyang contentedly proceeded to nibble on the package of biscuits.

The Mo Family, along with the friends and relatives gathered for the celebration, were left in astonishment. It appeared that Mo Yangyang harbored no interest in reading, finance, or politics; he was, in essence, a true foodie?

"Yangyang, would you like to try selecting something else?" Mo Yuhan, unable to accept the notion of his grandson being merely a foodie, attempted to retrieve the food from the little hands. Upon seeing his prize being taken, Mo Yangyang instantly puckered his mouth, his eyes beginning to water – he was crying once more.