"Madam, please have some tea."

Wen Congyuan brewed a pot of tea for me, while a hip-hop zombie stood beside, extending his hand and igniting a cluster of flames, causing the tea to boil.

Listening to the beatboxing of the hip-hop zombie, "Hey! Hey hey! Hey hey hey..."

I nodded and admired the two of them.

"Hmm, not bad, good tea! My little one, you did a great job."

Upon hearing my praise, Wen Congyuan showed a surprised expression. He pushed aside the bald zombie who was massaging my shoulders and back and personally served me.

Under my earnest guidance during these days, he has evolved from the level of a kindergarten student to that of a middle schooler.

Every day, I live a life where clothes are provided and meals are served at my beck and call. When I'm bored, even the zombie boy band dances for me.

However, after eating too much fast food, I still miss home-cooked meals.

On this evening, as usual, I sat in the shopping cart, with the hip-hop zombie pushing me from behind. I picked a pack of plain potato chips from the shelves.

I haven't seen my little one for many days. Lately, he always goes out carrying a snakeskin bag, and I'm afraid that one day he might suddenly encounter danger.

I deeply feel that a mother worries even when her child is a thousand miles away. I truly have a lot of motherly love.

Haha, what a good kid, and he surprised me later on.