Chapter 73 2/2

“Grandpa, do you not like talking?”

The family chatted while watching the news. Little Jiang Wangxing, leaning on the adults’ knees, moved towards Lu Jing like a crab, then hugged his knees.

Jiang Wangxing didn’t like using reduplicative words, probably because no one in the family used them with him, and he always tried to express himself as clearly as possible from a young age.

“Hahaha!” Jiang Wanlan was the first to mock mercilessly. A little kid who couldn’t speak clearly questioned the taciturn general.

The scene looked absurd, and Lu Jing felt, for the first time, that he couldn’t get off the hook.

Cen Lang lifted the little one onto his knees, backstabbing Lu Jing again. “Right, your grandpa doesn’t like talking. If you talk to him more, he’ll start talking.”

“…”

Lu Jing: “…”

As everyone knows, children speak because they want a response, and they can be quite talkative.

Following his dad’s instructions, Little Jiang Wangxing, in the process of enriching his vocabulary, became self-taught in some versatile expressions: “Grandpa, why?”

The little one, eating an apple, added, “Grandpa, what is an apple?”

Lu Jing struggled to find words.

Lu Jing felt like he had to learn the language from scratch. The experience of raising Little Jiang Li when he was young wasn’t enough, and Jiang Li didn’t have this trait back then.

Jiang Wanlan enjoyed the show and added pressure: “I remember Cen Lang doesn’t seem to like writing articles. The kid already has a genetic disadvantage, and now he has a grandpa who likes to omit words when talking. If his Chinese scores are bad in the future, you two can’t escape the blame.”

The next day, Lu Jing bought “The Complete Guide to Speaking” book.

During a certain period, while Cen Lang was at the space base, Lu Jing, as an army man, started coming home more often.

Jiang Li softened and sent the little one to the medical experimental area.

“Don’t disturb a grandpa here.”

“There’s a grandpa in here too.”

Little one: Hmm?

Does this grandpa seem to talk even less? Is he sleeping?

Jiang Li: “When you talk to your grandpa and grandma, they can hear you.”

The little one sat on a bench, and there was a communication hole on the wall at his height. The sound could be transmitted to the sleeping people through conversion.

Cen Wei often came to see his son and daughter-in-law. Inadvertently, he mentioned that Jiang Wangxing’s snoring sounded a bit like Cen Lang when he was young.

Jiang Li fell into contemplation.

When the little one could understand complicated words, he communicated earnestly.

“Dad is always happy when he hears you call him. Even if he’s asleep, when you call him, do I wake up?”

Jiang Wangxing nodded.

Jiang Li: “Cen Dad is on a business trip and doesn’t have time to call his dad. Can you call for him? This way, Grandpa and Grandma can wake up faster.”

Jiang Wangxing: “Can.”

Jiang Li didn’t expect him to understand much, saying, “I’ll record the baby’s voice.”

Jiang Li found conversation material from Cen Wei and recorded some audio with Jiang Wangxing. Every morning, he played it for Cen’s parents.

“I hope it works.”

It looks silly, but can any parent resist their child’s calls?

Just… Give it a try.

…

Cen Lang and Lu Jing took turns being busy. Only when Lu Jing was free did he go to the space base, staying on Earth for at most a month.

Outside, he was the strongest Alpha, but at home, he was like a family cook, taking the child to pick up Jiang Li every day without fail.

A high-quality, top-tier Alpha not only had to be devoted to his wife but also had to maintain a handsome appearance.

Cen Lang’s training tasks on Earth were not light, and his physical fitness was always at its peak.

He often took the little one to the special forces training ground, and a kid and a dog watched him train all morning.

Carrying weights

Running,?

Crawling forward, crossing a simulated swamp…

As a military dog, Hei Feng was eager to join.

Cen Lang agreed and found a special instructor for it.

As the special forces’ son, the little one wanted to join too.

Cen Lang suppressed him: “Don’t think about taking a mud bath.”

Every day, when he brought him out, he played some “games” during meals, already acting against the wind.

The little one, hugging his dad’s neck in a childish voice, said, “Daddy, I want to play with mud.”

Cen Lang: “Kid…”

The little one: “Daddy!”

Cen Lang softened.

He didn’t want cars, warships, or firearms; he just wanted to play with mud. What’s wrong with that?

Cen Lang secretly dug a mud pit behind his wife’s back. The mud was brought back from a special planet, processed through special techniques, and even if it accidentally splashed into the mouth, it was harmless.

Cen Lang, in combat gear, and the little one, in a one-and-a-half-year-old combat suit,

Cen Lang took off the little one’s shoes, held his small feet, and poked the mud with a finger. “Field experience complete.”

Then, Cen Lang crawled through the mud pit, the little one lying on his broad and strong back, fingers tightly pulling his dad’s clothes, showing special forces talent from a young age with amazing arm strength and grip.

When they reached the middle of the mud pit, feeling the little one tilting to one side, Cen Lang pressed him with one hand toward the middle of his back and said, “Hold on tight.”

Little Jiang Wangxing: “Okay, Daddy.”

Cen Lang let go, and the little one plopped into the mud pit.

“You deliberately let go, didn’t you?” Cen Lang gritted his teeth.

The little one rolled in yellow mud, solemnly saying, “No, Captain Cen Dad.”