He Bufan was extremely sensible throughout his infancy, often making people forget that he was still just a baby.

In addition to expressing his needs proactively, he rarely cried or caused a fuss.

Occasionally, when he bumped into something or hurt himself, he would cry and seek comfort from me, but he would only cry for a short while before soothing himself.

God knows, the first time I heard his childish voice saying to himself, "He Bufan, don't cry. You're the bravest boy," I was as surprised as the GGBonb reaction meme.

And so, without the help of my mother, I raised He Bufan until he turned one year old.

A one-year-old child can begin eating some solid food in addition to formula milk.

I followed online tutorial videos to make a dish that was tasteless, odorless... basically, a black mess of who knows what. When I placed it in front of He Bufan, I saw him take a sharp breath in.

Unable to bear the disappointment in my eyes, he carefully scooped up a small piece with his spoon and put it in his mouth, eating it as if he were accepting a noble sacrifice.

And then, he spit it out:

"Mom, your cooking is not tasty."

This little rascal showed no mercy, trampling all over this old mother's dignity.

"If it's really no good, why not order takeout? Congee won't kill anyone, and when I grow up, I'll be eating this kind of stuff anyway. It's better to let me start getting used to it now."

I took away the dark plate in front of him, wearing a fake smile on my face:

"My dear, what are you saying? How could I bear to have you eat junk food and gutter oil from a young age? Trust your dear mother, this little difficulty won't defeat me."

As it turns out, I wasn't cut out for this.

I simply wasn't meant for it.

After attempting to make three batches of solid food, the first time he vomited, the second time it was so bad he cried, and the third time he almost ended up in the hospital due to food poisoning.

"Mom, I surrender! I confess to everything! Please spare me!"

He Bufan clung to my leg and shouted.

Alright, for the sake of our precarious mother-son relationship, I gave up completely.

I turned around and hired a professional chef.

The chef's salary was 8,000 yuan a month, and he was responsible for cooking three meals a day for both me and my son.

Most importantly, the chef was a handsome guy who stood at 1.8 meters tall with a six-pack.