"I want this one." Momo pointed at a pink butterfly.
Lan Xin Ai glanced at it and liked it too, "Momo really has good taste."
"Mommy, you're so fake."
Little Yan pouted, actually, the butterfly Momo picked wasn't that pretty, it was just pink, so Mommy said it looked nice.
Mommy is a pink fanatic.
"Son, which one do you want?" Xi Yemo let Little Yan pick for himself.
"I want this one."
Little Yan pointed to a caterpillar kite.
"Why do you want this one?"
Xi Yemo raised an eyebrow, that caterpillar wasn't particularly good-looking either.
"Because butterflies turn from caterpillars," Little Yan said seriously.
"..."
After buying the kites, everyone went to a large lawn.
"Little Yan, you and dad will fly it, and I'll go with Momo," Lan Xin Ai said.
"No, adults together, kids together."
Little Yan immediately objected.
"But you're too small to fly it."
Seeing Little Yan's expression, Lan Xin Ai understood his little thoughts.
"Who says I can't, I can fly it myself."
