She knew that Pei Jing's hands were small and he didn't have much strength, so he wouldn't be of much help.
However, since he wanted to help, she couldn't discourage him.
As Jiang Ran sat there, she could feel Pei Jing's little hands grabbing the towel tightly and wiping her hair.
Although it wasn't very effective, it was still somewhat useful.
As she dried her hair, Jiang Ran also asked Pei Jing some questions.
There were too few things to talk about with a three or four-year-old child.
The most she asked was whether he was happy in kindergarten, what he ate, and what he learned.
Although it was often these three questions, every time Jiang Ran asked them happily, Pei Jing would also answer them happily.
As the mother and son asked and answered, time passed quietly.
Jiang Ran changed two towels and wiped her hair until it was half dry.
Next, she just needed to let it dry.
She turned to look at the clock hanging in the central room. It was only seven o 'clock.
It was still early, but the sky was already completely dark.
It was raining and the sky was completely dark. It was really a little boring.
Jiang Ran touched Pei Jing's head again and said, "Xiao Jing, let me bathe you. After the bath, I'll tell you a story and then you can go to sleep, okay?"
Pei Jing nodded vigorously and said, "Okay!"
At this time, Pei Huai also came out of the bathroom. When he heard that Jiang Ran was going to bathe Pei Jing, Pei Huai said, "I'll bathe him. You can dry your hair."
Jiang Ran didn't argue with Pei Huai.
Pei Huai wasn't someone who didn't know how to take care of children.
On the contrary, Pei Huai was very patient and attentive to children.
When he was with children, he was more talkative than usual and his voice was gentler.
This was his son. Naturally, Jiang Ran wasn't worried about letting him bathe his son.
Jiang Ran got up and went back to her room. She found a dry towel to dry her hair.
Fortunately, there were enough towels. Otherwise, she really didn't know how to dry her long hair.
After Jiang Ran dried himself, Pei Huai came in with Pei Jing in his arms.
Pei Jing, who had just washed up, was only wearing long johns. His short hair had already been dried.
Pei Huai carried him and put him on the bed.
"Hurry up and get into bed," Jiang Ran urged.
It was still a little cold at night, and they had just taken an awkward shower. If they didn't quickly get into bed, they would easily catch a cold.
Pei Jing smiled and crawled under the blanket. After lying down, only his small head was exposed.
"Mom, Dad said he wants to hear your stories too."
Pei Huai was speechless.
Jiang Ran looked at Pei Huai. "You want to hear it too?"
How old was Pei Huai?
He was already an adult and a university student. What kind of story couldn't he read by himself? Why did he want to listen to a bedtime story that she told to a three or four-year-old child?