Lin Yan nodded awkwardly at the couple in the neighboring bed who were all ears listening to the conversation.
Lu Chenyuan was listening intently. "Continue," he said.
Ou, satisfied with his daddy's cooperation, began, "If we cooperate in his upbringing, we must have a clear division of labor. We can't let Mommy bear all the hardships alone. My clothes, pants, snacks... and three meals a day, plus a midnight snack, all these things need money."
Lu Chenyuan made a sound of acknowledgment, indicating he was listening and could understand.
Little Ou quickly did the math in his little head. He was now over four years old and had lived... in total...
Little Ou seriously counted on his fingers, trying to calculate how many days that would be—his fingers clearly weren't enough.
Lin Yan stopped Little Ou, who was bravely making his calculations and said, "When you're sick, you ought to rest more. Lie down on the bed and cover yourself with the little blanket."