My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 179 He's just a child after all.
At noon, Lu Yuan didn't go home either, but took Lu Yang to a famous family restaurant in Jiangcheng.

The restaurant is decorated like a fairytale forest, with cartoon-shaped tables and chairs and soft play facilities everywhere.

Lu Yuan ordered a children's meal, carried Lu Yang to the baby high chair, put a bib on him, picked up a small spoon, and prepared to feed him.

But Lu Yang shook his head, stretched out his little hand, pointed to the spoon in Lu Yuan's hand, and then pointed to himself.

"Eat it yourself."

"Yangyang, can you do it?"

Lu Yuan expressed his doubts.

Lu Yang didn't speak, but showed his feelings through his actions.

He grabbed the spoon, and although his movements were a bit clumsy, he still managed to scoop up a small amount and shakily put it into his mouth.

The first spoonful of food fell halfway onto the bib.

The second spoonful got sauce all over my face.

On the third spoonful, I finally managed to get it into my mouth.

Lu Yang seemed encouraged and ate even more heartily.

Although the process was chaotic, he never showed impatience or asked Lu Yuan for help.

Lu Yuan ignored him and ate slowly and deliberately.

He was happy to have some free time and also pleased to see his son trying to solve problems independently.

After finishing the meal, Lu Yang's face was covered in food scraps, and his clothes and bib were also covered with food crumbs, but he had actually eaten most of the food on the plate.

Lu Yuan took out a wet wipe and patiently cleaned his face and hands, then carried him to the bathroom to change into clean clothes.

Throughout the entire process, the little one was exceptionally cooperative, neither crying nor fussing.

As they left the restaurant, Lu Yang was already feeling sleepy, nodding his head as he leaned against Lu Yuan and dozed off.

Lu Yuan held his soft, cuddly son, and his heart softened as well.

Being a dad feels...not bad.

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When they got home, Lu Yuan carried his son out of the car. The little guy was still fast asleep, his head resting on Lu Yuan's arm, his breathing even and deep.

Lu Yuan carried him back to the crib in the bedroom. Lu Yang smacked his lips twice, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly.

He turned and walked out of the bedroom, placed the two heavy model boxes on the living room carpet, and then collapsed onto the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

After some time, a slight noise came from the direction of the bedroom.

Lu Yuan opened his eyes groggily and saw a small figure leaning against the door frame, peeking out of the bedroom.

He neither cried nor made a fuss, and accurately located the two huge boxes on the carpet.

"Yangyang, are you awake?"

"Daddy... the big truck..."

Lu Yang staggered over to the two boxes, stretched out his chubby little hand, patted the colored box with the image of a mining heavy truck, and made an unintelligible "mmm" sound.

That eagerness made Lu Yuan chuckle.

"Okay, okay, I'll take it apart for you."

Lu Yuan picked up a utility knife, carefully cut open the tape, and took the huge white mining truck model out of the box.

The model is extremely heavy and has a substantial weight.

The white body, huge black tires, detailed cockpit and truck bed, even the front grille and handrails are meticulously crafted.

This thing is less of a toy and more of a sophisticated industrial work of art.

Remembering his boss's instructions, Lu Yuan checked the area again and found that many of the edges and corners were indeed quite sharp.

He placed the model steadily on the carpet, then squatted down and instructed his son, "Yangyang, you can only look at this, don't break it, understand?"

Lu Yang nodded obediently, and instead of rushing over to grab and push like other children, he sat down to the side like Lu Yuan did.

He extended one index finger and gently touched the tire, which was larger than his fist.

The cold, hard touch made him pull his hand back, but then he became bolder and touched it again, from the tire to the rim, and then up the car body, all the way to the driver's side door.

Lu Yuan then found the black remote control in the foam insert of the packaging box.

The remote control is more complicated than I imagined. There is a joystick on each side, and seven or eight buttons with different functions around it, corresponding to forward and backward movement, left and right turning, lifting and lowering the truck bed, etc.

As an adult, Lu Yuan spent a long time studying it before he could barely understand the general idea.

He tried gently pushing the joystick.

"Om-"

After a slight noise, the rear wheel of the heavy truck turned half a turn.

"ah!"

Lu Yang, who had been observing silently, suddenly brightened up.

He suddenly turned his head, looked at the remote control in Lu Yuan's hand, then at the spinning wheels, as if he had discovered a new continent.

He stretched out his little hand, pointed at the remote control, and called out eagerly, "Dad...Dad...I want it..."

"Would you like to try it too?"

Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow.

With a hint of anticipation, he handed the remote control to his son. Lu Yang grabbed it and, imitating Lu Yuan, poked around on the buttons and joysticks with his fingers.

Of course, there was no reaction whatsoever.

Lu Yuan didn't disturb him, wanting to see what tricks the little guy could come up with.

Lu Yang fiddled with it for a while, only to find that it couldn't move as he had imagined. He pouted, looked up at Lu Yuan, and his eyes were filled with a pleading look.

"Come on, let Daddy teach you."

Lu Yuan's heart softened. He sat down next to his son, took his little hand, and guided it to the joystick on the left.

"Look, push here, and the car will move."

He took Lu Yang's hand and gently pushed him forward.

"Om-"

The heavy truck slowly moved forward a short distance.

Lu Yuan let go of his hand.

Lu Yang blinked, seemingly trying to process the "cause and effect" between the vehicle and the remote control.

He hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his chubby index finger again, mimicking the previous action, and shakily pushed the joystick.

The first time, I was too weak and couldn't move it.

The second time, I touched the button next to it, and the headlights flashed twice.

On the third attempt, he finally used all his strength to push the joystick forward.

"Om-"

The truck lurched forward and crashed into the leg of the coffee table in front of it with a thud.

"Hey! A car!"

Lu Yang was not frightened at all; instead, he clapped his hands excitedly, his little face beaming with a great sense of accomplishment.

He succeeded!

He got this big truck moving all by himself!

For the next half hour, Lu Yang did not, like the other children, settle for repeating the monotonous game of "forward-bumping into the wall".

Instead of pushing the joystick hard, he gently probed the other buttons on the remote control with his index finger.

Pressing a red button made the truck honk its horn.

Lu Yang's eyes lit up, he immediately let go and pressed it again.

"Di Di-"

He turned to look at Lu Yuan, his little face full of pride, as if to say, "Dad, did you see that?" Then he turned his attention back to the remote control and began to try out the buttons one by one.

A button illuminated the warning light on the roof, which flashed intermittently.

Another button controls the slow raising of the cargo bed.

Lu Yang became completely engrossed in it, seemingly using his still-immature logical thinking to understand the connection between each button and the truck's response.

He would press the button to raise the truck bed, watching the huge truck bed rise, and then press another button, watching it slowly fall.

Throughout the entire process, he was as focused as a scientist conducting a controlled experiment in a laboratory.

Lu Yuan sat cross-legged on the carpet, arms crossed, watching quietly.

He didn't say anything to disturb them, but waves of surprise surged through his heart.

This kid's learning ability and concentration have far exceeded those of his peers.

Most children, when they get a new toy, only have a short attention span or will violently dismantle it.

Why would Yangyang try to understand its internal operating logic?
Trouble ensued.

Lu Yang quickly discovered that he could make the vehicle move forward, turn on its lights and honk its horn, and even raise and lower the cargo bed, but he simply couldn't make it turn.

He imitated Lu Yuan and tried to manipulate the right joystick, but that joystick controlled fine adjustments in both directions and needed to be used in conjunction with the left forward joystick to achieve smooth steering.

The complex operation of this dual joystick is like a foreign language to a child who has just turned one year old.

After several failed attempts, the little guy's patience ran out.

He tossed aside the remote control, took his short legs, and wobbled to the truck. He stretched out his two chubby little hands, grabbed the huge front wheel, and tried with all his might to forcibly turn it to the side.

"Eee-yah! Car, move..."

His face turned red, but the alloy-cast wheel remained motionless.

"Yangyang, you can't force it!"

Lu Yuan spoke up sternly to remind him.

Lu Yang ignored him and continued to struggle with the wheel, making dissatisfied "hmm" sounds. He was clearly stuck in a rut and finally burst into tears.

"Waaaaah... Daddy... The car's broken... Waaaah... The car won't move!"

"Yangyang, don't cry... don't cry..."

Lu Yuan quickly pulled his son back, gently coaxing him, and breathed a sigh of relief.

As expected, he's still just a child...

(End of this chapter)