Are You Crazy? The School Flower Enters The Hospital, And The Mother Delivers The Baby

A leisurely afternoon.

After the babies finished milk powder, Qin Yan added a small amount of complementary food to them.

One by one, they fell asleep full and beautiful.

The whole family sat in the living room, and the atmosphere was a little frozen.

Su Qingqing was watching dramas on TV.

Shen Hong and Yan Fang are two old best friends who can never finish talking.

Qin Yan and his two dads are having an awkward chat.

Chatting really needs a woman's intervention to become active.

Because men are relatively silent.

In addition, there are not many topics to talk about between father and son, father-in-law and son-in-law.

The atmosphere is even more awkward.

Su Dacheng rubbed his hands.

"Xiaoyan, I heard that you often practice calligraphy. Do you have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone? My hands are itchy."

"It's my habit to practice calligraphy every day. If I don't practice for a day, I can't hold my hand."

Finally found the topic, Qin Yan heaved a sigh of relief.

He took Su Dacheng into the study.

Qin Yan's study is decorated in an antique style.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are naturally available.

He grinds the ink himself, Su Dacheng picks up the brush and dips it in the ink, and begins to write like a snake.

Eloquently, he wrote a humble room inscription in one go.

Su Dacheng's running script is smooth, vigorous and vigorous.

It can be seen that the skill is not shallow.

"Dad, your handwriting is really good." Qin Yan complimented from the side.

Su Dacheng was very proud of being praised by his son-in-law, and felt a little smug.

After all, his son-in-law is too scary.

In any field, hang him, the father-in-law.

For a face-saving person like Su Dacheng, his face is really dull.

The better the son-in-law, the better.

But if it is too good and breaks the ceiling, it is also very annoying.

"Xiao Qin, you also often practice calligraphy, why don't you show your father a hand?"

Su Dacheng got cheap and acted like a good boy.

Not only to show off by yourself, but also to let your son-in-law show off.

Only when there is a contrast can there be a gap, which can highlight his strength and satisfy his self-esteem.

Qin Yan quickly waved his hand: "Forget it, my handwriting is not very beautiful."

While grinding the ink, Su Dacheng stuffed the brush into his hand.

"Come on, come on, it'll be fine soon."

Qin Yan was forced to go into business after being driven out of the market.

Shen Hong and Su Qingqing who were outside the house joined together when they heard their conversation.

Shen Hong lowered her voice.

"Your father still has this old problem. He always likes to compare himself with others, and always likes to show off his sense of existence. This time it's been kicked on the iron plate."

Su Qingqing also chuckled.

"That's right! Dad doesn't know Qin Yan's calligraphy skills, right? If you want to show off your skills, you'll be rewarded!"

Qin Yan splashed ink, but simply wrote half a line of poetry: Half the wall sees the sea.

Good words don't need much.

One word is worth ten thousand dollars.

When Su Dacheng saw these five words, his head was buzzing.

He is an expert, of course he can see the way.

My son-in-law's calligraphy attainments, hang him up and beat him.

"This line is so beautifully written, it has the character of Wang Xizhi."

"If it's Wang Xizhi's genuine product, no one will doubt it."

Qin Yan said modestly: "Dad, what you said is a bit too exaggerated, it's just graffiti.

"Dude, if you're doing graffiti, then I should throw my words away and burn the boiler."

"You are so young, you must have less time to practice calligraphy than me. The level is much higher than mine. It is really a talent."

Everything is about talent.

Some people are born with powerful gifts.

And these talents may be unmatched by ordinary people who have worked hard for a hundred years.

Let's just say sports.

Ordinary people work hard to death, and it is impossible to run as fast as Bolt.

Su Dacheng can only attribute the gap between the two to talent.

Su Qingqing interrupted.

"Dad, you're looking for a sense of superiority in the wrong place, haha...

Su Dacheng's head was full of black lines, and he was a little bit stuck.

"Ahem... what sense of superiority? I'm just practicing calligraphy.

"Xiao Yan's handwriting is so good, I am happy for him, don't talk nonsense!"

"It just so happens that Chinese New Year is coming soon, so Xiaoyan will write the couplets of our two families."

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A cry sounded.

The family who were talking and laughing just now immediately entered a fighting state.

This cry is the charge.

The six of them rushed into the bedroom in one go.

I saw Dabao crying in his sleep.

The second treasure and the third treasure were all woken up by her, and they wailed endlessly.

A familiar trio sounded in the room.

"Little Moon, did you wake up so soon?"

Qin Yan immediately checked Dabao's diaper.

The urine output is not much, and there is no bad smell.

Su Qingqing thought about it: "Maybe he's hungry? Just now Dabao didn't eat much, and even spit up milk twice. After a long sleep, he must be hungry."

Qin Yan is just about to make milk powder.

Su Qingqing had a sudden thought: "Dad, why don't you make milk powder? Then you feed Little Moon."

……ask for flowers……

Su Dacheng took a step back abruptly.

"Are you serious? Okay...no problem..."

He is the most face-saving person.

If you can't even handle a little guy under one year old.

What face do you need?

"Go dad! 60ml of water, 2 level scoops of milk powder."

Su Dacheng picked up the bottle and went to the living room to pour water.

Halfway through pouring, he stopped suddenly, and moved his eyes to the bottle to look at the scale for a long time.

His eyesight is not very good, a little nearsighted.

This is mainly related to appreciating antiques all the year round, playing chess and go, and using too much eyes.

After looking for a long time, I finally found the scale of 60.

He pointed his fingernails at the mark and added water to the bottle little by little.

Stop when you reach the height of your nails.

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Then, he filled two level scoops of powdered milk in a decent manner and poured it into the bottle.

Not too timely due to shaking.

The powdered milk formed a big lump in the bottle.

Su Qingqing was guiding beside her.

"You have to shake it faster and rhythmically in a clockwise direction, so that the milk bumps won't form.

Su Dacheng swallowed.

"I need you to say? Who doesn't know..."

Su Qingqing took a spoon and stirred vigorously in the bottle for a long time before the lumps melted.

Su Dacheng held Dabao in his arms, and Su Qingqing handed him the scarf.

He held the bottle in one hand and held Dabao in his arm.

The other hand had to tie her neckerchief, and she was too busy at all, and her head was sweating in anxiety.

"Why is the scarf so difficult to use? I can't even button it..."

After tossing for a long time, I finally tied the scarf.

Su Dacheng immediately stuffed the pacifier into Dabao's mouth.

But Dabao didn't know what kind of demon he had seen, so he refused to eat it, but started to play with his temper.

She twisted her body and crawled back and forth in Su Dacheng's arms.

It seems to want to break free from the shackles.

Su Dacheng looked embarrassed.

"What's the situation? You don't want me to breastfeed you, Little Moon? I'm your grandpa! Don't even give grandpa face?"

As soon as these words came out, the big BMW fell silent for a moment.

When Su Dacheng was complacent.

Dabao suddenly burst into tears, and the tears burst out.

Su Dacheng was completely helpless.

This little guy in his arms can't make sense of reason, he can't scold him, let alone beat him.

For his violent temper, he is simply the natural nemesis seven. .