I Bacame the Mother of His Child-Chapter 111 - 110: Song Chengguang Gets a Haircut

Does Cheng Guang have picky eating habits?

Upon hearing Chu Linlin’s inquiry, Xu Xiuxiu glanced at Cheng Guang, who hung his head, clearly not expecting Mr. Chu to "tattle" on him. Startled, Cheng Guang looked up to meet Xu Xiuxiu’s stern gaze and quickly lowered his head again, "Cheng Guang does have a bit of a picky eating problem on regular days. When he’s at the daycare, I’d appreciate it if Mr. Chu could keep an eye on him and try to get him to eat more vegetables for balanced nutrition. I also use some tactics at home; I will change Cheng Guang’s picky eating habits, and I hope Mr. Chu can also take extra care." Xu Xiuxiu said politely, then turned a cold gaze toward Cheng Guang by her side.

"Alright! Then let’s cooperate as much as possible, which is the best way to help the child correct his picky eating habits," Mr. Chu nodded and said, "So, Cheng Guang, shall we see you tomorrow?" Chu Linlin bent down and waved to the little boy. freёnovelkiss.com

"Goodbye, teacher," Cheng Guang said, forcing the words out with a frown.

Due to the minor report from Mr. Chu Chu Linlin, the atmosphere as this mother and son walked home was incredibly tense. Cheng Guang, with his head hung low, didn’t dare to look up at the road, continually staring at his moving shoes. Seeing this, Xu Xiuxiu was even more infuriated.

In fact, every time Xu Xiuxiu picked up Cheng Guang from the daycare, they would talk a lot on the way home, and the first thing she always did was ask Cheng Guang what he had for lunch at daycare. She was very concerned about how the little guy was doing there, not because he was picky, but because she was worried he hadn’t eaten enough and was hungry.

The little guy always obediently answered her queries about what he had today—the green leaves, the red eggplants, the fragrant meat, and the tough ribs. He told her about a variety of dishes.

When Xu Xiuxiu asked if he had eaten enough, the little guy also dutifully replied that he had eaten it all. Perhaps because he knew she didn’t like his picky eating, he deceived her. Naturally, Xu Xiuxiu always thought she had successfully cured the little guy’s picky eating issue. She clearly hadn’t expected that Cheng Guang had already learned to deceive her, given the way he obediently ate whatever she gave him at home, despite the painful sensation of swallowing vegetables.

"Cheng Guang, have you already started lying to mommy?" How old is this little rascal? Xu Xiuxiu angrily thought while occasionally looking down to pressure the little guy.

Cheng Guang sat with a scrunched face and kept his head low, guiltily opting to remain silent.

Mother and son walked in silence for a long time, leaving Xu Xiuxiu with a splitting headache, "Cheng Guang? You should know that making mistakes means punishment, right? What should we do about you deceiving Mommy for so long?" Xu Xiuxiu stopped walking, bent down, and looked into Cheng Guang’s eyes, her tone not too harsh.

Tears welled up in Cheng Guang’s eyes, clearly frightened by Xu Xiuxiu’s displeasure, "Stand facing the wall as punishment?" Cheng Guang, now quite cunning, already realized he couldn’t avoid punishment, so he took the initiative to suggest it.

However, Xu Xiuxiu shook her head upon hearing this; Cheng Guang was becoming increasingly smart, and he clearly remembered how to remain deceptive even when Xu Xiuxiu punished him. It seemed standing as a punishment was no longer effective, but Cheng Guang was still young, and physical punishment was not appropriate either. What could be done? What could make Cheng Guang remember not to be picky about food?

"Cheng Guang, you need to understand," continued Xu Xiuxiu with mounting frustration, "standing facing the wall for ten minutes is a punishment for picking your food once! But think about it, how many times have you been picky recently?" After hearing from Mr. Chu at the nursery, this little rascal had been picky eating for days now. Clearly, as soon as she was out of sight, his bad habit relapsed. Xu Xiuxiu felt a rage ignite within her — the cheeky child had even learned to exploit her lapses!

Xu Xiuxiu questioned him, and Song Chengguang didn’t dare to disobey. The little guy started counting on his fingers, but soon lost track and became anxious; even though he couldn’t keep count, he clearly knew it was too much, "Whistle 6, walking stick 7?" Song Chengguang looked hazily at Xu Xiuxiu, seeking confirmation.

Whistles 6 and walking sticks 7 already? How many days had he even spent at the nursery? It seems that without her control, chaos ensues! Does this boy need a lesson?

Xu Xiuxiu was both amused and exasperated. How could she know how many times he had been picky behind her back? But it definitely wasn’t just a few times.

"Come on, my dear son." Xu Xiuxiu took the little guy’s hand and led him into a nearby barbershop.

Song Chengguang had never easily cried bitterly about anything before. Usually, Xu Xiuxiu could soothe the little one enough to stop his tears, but every time Song Chengguang got his hair cut, his cries almost burst Xu Xiuxiu’s eardrums.

This was a child who was truly terrified of haircuts.

That’s why as soon as Xu Xiuxiu walked into the barbershop with the little guy, Song Chengguang, catching sight of the surrounding mirrors, suddenly broke down, his tears flowing unchecked, "Waah! Mommy, Cheng Guang was wrong, Cheng Guang won’t just eat meat anymore, please don’t leave Cheng Guang hairless." Before the New Year, Xu Xiuxiu had forcibly taken him to get a buzz cut. The little guy had been upset and sulked for a long time, even holding a grudge against his mother. Xu Xiuxiu knew how much Song Chengguang loathed the barbershop.

Technically, Song Chengguang’s hair wasn’t very long now, and it could have grown a bit longer, but his covert acts of picky eating had irked her. She believed that he needed to learn a significant lesson, and upon seeing the barbershop, an idea struck her.

"Master, please shave all his hair off, not leaving a single strand," Xu Xiuxiu told a middle-aged male barber as she bent down, lifted the little guy, and placed him on the chair, "Cheng Guang, this is your punishment for being picky with food, so don’t expect me to soften because you cry," Xu Xiuxiu said sternly.

Song Chengguang was very agitated, struggling with his arms and legs, "Mommy, no bald head, Cheng Guang doesn’t want a bald head." Tears flowed down as the little guy wrapped his arms around Xu Xiuxiu’s neck, his sobbing breaking her heart.

"No." Xu Xiuxiu firmly refused.

Song Chengguang paused, tears streaming down as he held his breath and then reluctantly let go of Xu Xiuxiu’s arms, evidently realizing her unwavering stance. He snorted in disappointment and stopped struggling.