Jian Yufei quickly composed herself and smiled at him, "Have you eaten? Come, let's make dinner."
Eating is always Junqi's favorite.
He is innocent and naive, unaware of anything, and thus, he lives without worries.
After Jian Yufei and the others finished eating, the sky had already darkened.
Back in the bedroom, Jian Yufei took the electronic dictionary she got and started teaching Junqi Mandarin.
Her English is terrible, so she can only teach him Chinese.
Mother and son sat cross-legged on the bed, with Junqi sitting quietly, almost without any presence.
Jian Yufei first taught him to say "mama."
"Mother is 妈妈." Hopefully, this hybrid teaching method would make sense to Junqi.
"Junqi, call me mama, 妈妈."
( ⊙o⊙?)
"Come, say it once, 妈妈." Jian Yufei pointed to herself, tirelessly repeating.
After she demonstrated a few times, Junqi's little mouth moved slightly, murmuring a single syllable, "Ma…"
Although there was a bit of an accent, Jian Yufei heard it clearly.
