Chapter 687: Youyou's Vicious Words to the Max

He really disliked the two of them!

They were out to snatch his mommy!

Youyou called out softly, "Mommy..."

He saw a fleeting figure from his periphery. When he looked up, his father was already sitting beside him, his palm tenderly patting his adorable little crown.

"Angry?"

The boy sulkily ignored him by looking to the other side.

The man pinched his chin and forced him to turn his head in his direction. "Daddy is talking to you now; it is impolite to ignore daddy, you know?!"

The boy sniggered. "Have I ever acknowledged you as my daddy?! I think your head is too big for your hat."

His indomitable and proud temperament was akin to his mother's!

"I think you are just shy."

"I'm definitely not!"

"Youyou..." The man found the boy to be ineffably adorable when he sulked. "Can you cook for daddy in the future? Is that a deal?"

"Not at all! I only cook for mommy, so don't even think about it!" He stuck his tongue out at his father defiantly. "Dream on!"

Looking down calmly at the boy, his father deftly caught his little, pinkish tongue with a pair of chopsticks.

Youyou: "..."

This man is a sadist!

Is it interesting to make fun of me in this way?!

"Yes, it's interesting." The man seemed to know what he was thinking about as he gave this answer neutrally.

"Mu Yazhe, are you a sadist?"

"It's not cute when a child speaks like that."

"..."

"Besides, if I'm a sadist, what does that make you?"

If he was a sadist, then as his child, shouldn't that make him a 'little sadist'?

Truth be told, sometimes, he did wonder if this son of his had been through a genetic mutation.

If not, then why was he so different from the rest?

The little lad gave him an unexpected reply.

"I'm different from you; I'm a genius. You are old, crazy, and the worst of all sadists!"

The man asked in return, "Shouldn't you thank my genes for making you a genius?"

"Thank you? If not for your genes, I might even be more exceptional."

"Shouldn't you thank me, too, for you looking so adorable?"

"Mu Yazhe, can you open your eyes wider to have a better look? I inherited my mommy's good looks! I despise yours!"

"You're so smart, and it's all thanks to me!"

"Then, can you explain why Mu Yichen is so stupid?"

"?"

The older boy was startled to hear his name being called when he was only eating his food quietly at one side. He did not know how he could be shot when he was not doing anything.

His father refuted indignantly, "He's not stupid at all!"

"He was about to use his toes to count when I asked him to add up 1+2+3+4+5+6. I'm smart because my mommy has taught me well. I'm unlike Mu Yichen; in fact, I'm being made stupid by him."

His older brother's little, pinkish face grimaced, clearly greatly hurt by this remark.

...

The father and son started bickering in this way.

Mu Yazhe realized, with some frustration, that although he might consider himself as vicious, he could hardly compare to his younger son in this aspect.

There was a saying: 'The older, the wiser'. This meant being more capable, as well as more vicious.

Well, in his case, he was going to get buried by this tender boy's viciousness soon.

Yun Tianyou's vicious words were the most extreme. He suspected that this little lad already had the gift of malicious gab even before he was born.

The boy could rebut his every word unapologetically.

His son was really invincible!

The mother's lips twitched for a second before she tried to stop them. "Both of you, stop fooling around."

"Mommy, you don't want Youyou now, right?"