Almighty Star Daddy

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It is said that men do not cry easily, but Xiaohu's father cried, no longer suppressed, and cried unbridled. Xiaohu's father clearly remembered that this was the second time he cried as an adult.

The first time I cried like this was because I was standing outside the delivery room and heard Xiaohu's first cry after he was born.

Xiaohu’s mother gave birth to Xiaohu and insisted on giving birth naturally. He accompanied her to toss in the delivery room for 7 hours. Seeing his wife’s pain, he couldn’t do anything. In the end, because the fetal position was not right, he was dragged to the operating room for a caesarean section. Outside the operating room.

At the beginning of pregnancy, I hope that the child will be beautiful and smart, and when he grows up, he can learn well, be versatile, and be excellent in all aspects.

But at this moment, he only hopes that the child can be born safely, that's all.

In that short half an hour, he experienced the longest wait in his life. He was apprehensive, uneasy, anxious, and his mind was blank. He had never been so at a loss, and he couldn't do anything except wait.

It was the cry that ended all this, and it was the cry that made him cry for the first time in his adult life. He was overwhelmed with joy, too happy, too excited, but tears ran down the corners of his mouth.

He still clearly remembered the first sentence the nurse said to him when he came out with the child in his arms, "Eight catties and twenty taels, fifty centimeters, big fat son."

Before the child was born, he had imagined countless scenes of meeting the little guy, and even thought of the first opening remarks, but the moment he really saw his son, it turned out to be his most embarrassed appearance, and tears flowed uncontrollably. , wants to show everyone around that this little thing is his son, and he has a son.

The joy and love at that time were gradually forgotten by him with the passage of time.

At this moment, I was holding Xiaohu in the same way, time was rushing, and four years had passed in a flash.

Fortunately, it was too late. Fortunately, he could still hold the child. Fortunately, the child was willing to snuggle by his side. Fortunately, it was not too late.

Little Tiger Dad wiped the tears from his cheeks, feeling guilty and unable to control himself.

"The only question I got right was the size of the child's shoes, because I accidentally saw it when I was putting on his shoes in the morning, and I sighed at that time that this child's feet are growing so fast." Rarity's father said with a sigh.

"I'm about the same as you, and I didn't know her shoe size until I was wearing shoes today.

I also like to eat fruit, because before leaving yesterday morning, she told my mother to eat strawberries, and I heard it. "Mengmeng's father is also very ashamed.

"We all ignore the growth of our children, thinking that making money is the most important mission. Even if the child is sick, the wife and the child's grandmother follow me. I will only work overtime, hold meetings, work overtime, and hold meetings again. What kind of father is this."

"Why don't I? We are not qualified fathers. If time can come back, I want to spend more time with my child, ask her what she likes to eat and play, and try my best to meet her requirements."

"Don't say anything, let's count the few of us, while we can still hold the child's hand, hold their little hand one more time, while they are still willing to let us hold them in their arms and don't dislike us , just give them a hug."

Several other fathers also read the answers written by their children and sighed uncontrollably. No matter how good and successful they were in other positions, they were all unqualified in this fatherhood.

Han Mo didn't say anything, but he could see it all. Although he answered all the questions correctly this time, many of the questions were somewhat ambiguous. For example, the happiest thing was actually a guess. He didn't really want to know what would happen. To make the little guy happy, he really thinks the child simple.

Xuan Xuan walked over to Han Mo and held her father's hand, "Dad, why is my uncle crying?"

The little guy couldn't figure out the situation, looked at his father with big watery eyes, and held his father's big hand tightly, feeling a little uneasy.

Han Mo gently helped the little guy to straighten the bangs in front of his forehead, "Uncle is sad, because he answered all the questions wrongly in Teacher Ding's test just now."

The little guy raised his head, as if he was relieved, and continued in a soft and glutinous voice, "Dad, tell your uncle not to be sad. Teacher Ding said that if you make a mistake, you just need to write the correct answer again, and the next Just don't do it again."

Han Mo nodded, "Okay, Dad will tell uncle in a while." Then he rubbed the top of the little guy's head dotingly.

But the test paper can be changed and done again, but time cannot be repeated.

The fathers who originally wanted to win kindergarten meals through this set of questions were very sad.

"Let's go, let's learn how to cook with Xiao Han, I don't know how to cook hard vegetables, and I also have to learn one or two simple dishes." Rarity's father suggested.

"I must learn a dish, I have never cooked for Xiaohu." Xiaohu's father's eyes were still a little red, and he said while touching his son's round head.

"Let's start from this first meal and be a qualified father. Let's go for a walk, pick up the ingredients, and go to Xiaohan to learn how to cook together."

Originally, Han Mo also wanted to cook for everyone. After all, the Han Mo they made was absolutely unbearable. Now that they took the initiative to ask for study and help, Han Mo naturally had no objection.

Just like what they said, all the fathers are not lazy, there are those who wash vegetables, some who chop vegetables, and those who are specially responsible for setting the plate. It was the pieces that turned into chunks, and the pieces that were supposed to be shredded turned into strips.

Xiaohu's father is the most active and strongly asks Han Mo to instruct him to make shredded potatoes. He said that children like shredded potatoes. In the past, he always said that children have no taste. The son does it, makes the son happy.

Shredded potatoes is not difficult. From the beginning of cutting potatoes, Han Mo asked Xiaohu Dad to make it himself, and he only gave instructions. Although Xiaohu’s father had never cooked before, he learned very quickly and had a good look. The knives are bad.

"Son, try it quickly." Little Tiger's father brought his first fried dish to the table and moved to his son's side.

Xiao Hu was also very excited. It was the first time he ate his father's fried vegetables. His fleshy little hands quickly picked up the chopsticks, and clumsily picked them up and stuffed them into his mouth.

Xiaohu's father looked at his son expectantly, swallowed nervously, watched his son put his fried vegetables in his mouth, and as the potatoes were put into his mouth, Xiaohu chewed seriously.

"Okay, is it delicious?" Little Tiger Dad asked in a low voice.

Xiao Hu suddenly widened his eyes, "It's delicious, Dad's fried potato chips are delicious, even better than Mom's."

Hearing his son's compliments, he was happier than anything else, and Xiaohu's dad smiled excitedly, "I'll just say, as long as I want to do things that I can't do, cooking is very simple, son, if you like it, my dad will give it to you every day. Let's do it, let's do it differently, hehe, Dad will definitely spend more time with you in the future." After speaking, he patted his son's chubby head.

Xiaohu nodded vigorously while eating the food his father made. No one knew how much he wished his father could spend more time with him in the heart of the child.

Seeing his son eating so happily, Xiaohu's father was very pleased and satisfied, and suddenly said with a smile as if he had remembered something, "But son, father fried potatoes shredded, not potato strips."