House Dad’s Literary Life

After school in the afternoon, I was taken home by my father. No, I was told that I was received by my little aunt.

"Hey, why don't we go home?" He was held upstairs by his father, and the winding corridor was a bit black. Fortunately, in his father's arms, although the little girl was a little scared, she carefully looked around. Then, in the ear of Dad, whispered.

"Dad tonight, there are some things to do!" Yang Lan and her daughter lie a little, because if she told her to play, the little guy would not want to stay at home, have to go around.

"So, you are with the little aunt, the little aunt has already cooked the food, and then will take you to take a bath, then the father will come back later, come back and take you home to sleep, okay?"

"Don't you accompany it?" I looked at the environment around me. She felt that it was different from the last time. It seemed a little scary.

Of course, it was different. The last time I moved was during the day. Although it is only in the evening, in winter, it is dark, the lights in the corridor are dim and dark, and the front looks like a black hole, just like any monster is hidden.

"I am accompanying you, but Dad is not telling you that Dad is going to do something, and then he will come back to pick you up at night." Yang Xiao smiled and kissed her daughter's face. "Well?"

"Well, that's okay...but, but you have to come back soon, I am afraid." He put his head on Dad's chest, and although she was a little wronged, she was still very embarrassed.

When I arrived at Yang Huan, the room was bright, and the furnishings here were familiar, and I saw the little aunt wearing an apron cooking. The little girl relaxed.

"Wait a minute! The little aunt will do the food right away!" Yang Huan stretched out his fist and touched the scorpion.

I always thought that this way of greeting was very fun. After touching a small fist, a small smile appeared on the little face.

When Yang Lan saw her daughter smile, he also let go of his heart. He stood in the living room and said to Yang Huan in the open kitchen: "Then I will give it to you for care. I will write the precautions for you. Do you read everything you do? Milk powder, clothes and everything are still complete?"

"Take care of the children, simple! I don't have to say, I will!" Yang Huan said with a smile.

“Really?” Yang Lan expressed deep doubts about Yang Huan’s chic.

"Give it to me, you can rest assured! Hurry, everyone is waiting for you!" Yang Huan waved and rushed.

Yang Lan finally licked it and left. He took everyone to celebrate at the New England International Hotel, but he only took a few mouthfuls of the buffet, then he picked up his daughter and left the big troops to continue to sweep there.

Yang Wei is now estimated that they have begun to shift positions. They went to the bar to follow Guo Ziyi and Ding Xiang. On Qin Wen, Du Yuanlei, and a girl’s office, they went shopping.

Therefore, Yang Lan has to set off and go to the bar to meet them.

After Dad left, he sat on the sofa, a little cautious, but her little head turned around and picked up some fresh things to look at.

"Hey, hey, come on, have dinner!" Yang Huan came out with the washed dishes and saw the squat on the sofa, and laughed and screamed.

"Well! Ok!" He hurried down from the sofa, a small distance, but also two steps.

"You wear so many clothes to eat? Quickly change it!" Yang Huan is still very good at doing things. She helped dispel the scarf and took off the thick down jacket. "When the meal is finished, Wear it again! Little aunt has no heating here, no more than your father's home, so it's warm to wear a little, it's right."

Pulling up the sweater that rolled up and causing a little uncomfortable, curiously asked: "Little aunt, why don't you have heating? I don't have it!"

"Hey, because I haven't installed it yet, I don't plan to install it. I am with you Ding Xiangjie, not afraid of cold." Yang Huan bent over and pinched his small nose and said with a smile.

"Ding Xiang sister?" He was picked up by Yang Huan and sat on her high chair. Obviously, this was also Yang Lan’s move in advance.

"You Ding Xiang sister, amount, she has something to do tonight, go to class." Yang Huan lied without blinking.

"Let's go to class? At night? That Ding Xiang sister is so pitiful!" Wrinkled a small eyebrow, feeling sorry for Ding Xiang's "encounter".

"Oh, don't mention her, come, hey, you taste, this little aunt made this lucky fish, is it good?" Yang Huan smiled and gave him a piece of fish.

Fushou fish is actually tilapia, Yang Huan used the practice of braised, and it smells very sweet.

However, she did not move the chopsticks. She said with a small mouth: "Little aunt, you haven't picked a fishbone! I am afraid of fishbone, my father will pick me a fishbone."

"This fish has no fish bones, and the little aunt gives you a guarantee!" Yang Huan gave the fish a piece of meat in the back of the fish about two inches below the head of the fish. The fish there is the strongest, the best, and there is certainly no fish bone.

I will confuse the suspect with a small spoon and dig up the meat with rice. Let’s lick it and chew it and eat it.

“Is it delicious?” Yang Huan asked hopefully.

"It's delicious!" He nodded and said with a drumstick.

"Oh, that's a must, your little aunt, I used to cook at home. I also practiced a good cooking!" Yang Huan laughed. "It's more than the food your father made." good to eat?"

Yang Jia is a very traditional family. The so-called tradition, to put it bluntly, is the big manism! All the housework is handed over to the woman to do it. The man is farming outside, fighting, and returning to wait for food and drink.

These ideas seem to be feudal, but after all, they are poorer rural areas, and it is not uncommon for older generations to have such ideas.

So, don't talk about the previous Yang Lan, Yang Dad will not cook, Yang Qing will not, Yang Huan is spoiled by two brothers, but Yang will still call her to do housework, she is afraid that she will be too skin I will not do housework and marry.

Of course, Yang Lan is now just like a person. Yang Huan was very surprised at first. He would cook for Yang Lan, but then she saw that Murphy would not have a job in the kitchen, and she guessed it was Yang Lan. For the Murphy Society to cook.

However, Yang Huan asked this question, it is simply asking for insults. How can she and Yang Hao compare the level? What's more, she asked Yang Hao's loyal little girl!

"I am delicious!" he said immediately and surely.

I didn’t notice my own language disease, Yang Huan didn’t care. She deliberately learned to scream and said, “I don’t believe it!”

"Yes!" He was very straight and said anxiously. "Or, don't wait for me to come back and let him do it for you! I will do a lot of delicious food, you have eaten it!"

"Okay, okay, don't tease you. Your father's dish is really better than the little aunt. However, today you still have to try the little aunt's craft, change the taste, right?" Yang joy does not open Laughed at the ground.

After a while, after eating, Yang Huan was not so anxious to take a bath to take a bath, she accompanied the little girl to play in the living room. But what are you playing?

"Hey, what do you want to play?" Yang Huan asked directly.

He was sitting on the sofa, his ankles under the buttocks.

"I want to watch TV, I want to see Leim!" she said, referring to the wall-mounted TV. This was the one left by the landlord before, and it was also the TV in the "Fairy Tale", after Aguang and Xu Shishi moved.

"Watching TV? But we haven't opened this TV service yet. I can't see it." Yang Huan spread his hand.

She and Ding Xiang were not willing to open the TV line, because they usually don't watch TV, and it is a waste of money when they are opened.

"Then, what are we playing?" He slouched and swayed, then rolled over onto the sofa, rolled over, and then got up again, his hair was a bit messy, but it was fun, she smiled.

"In normal times, what do you and your father play at home?" Yang Huan asked.

"Play with toys! Little aunt, do you have toys?" he asked.

"This is not, your father forgot to take it." Yang Huan shook his head.

"That, then I will play with Otaru, little aunt, do you have a little sister?"

"No..." Yang Huan shook his head again.

"Hey will tell me a story, little aunt, can you tell a story?"

Yang Huan is sluggish and embarrassed: "No..."

"Oh, little aunt, how can you not? I can tell the story!" He also proudly got a small chest, and spared no effort to praise Dad.

"You can't say what a little aunt will do?" Yang Huan collapsed.

"That... that..." In fact, I was trying hard to help my little aunt to find a solution. Her big eyes suddenly lit up, and she thought of something like that. "I will become a Monkey King, a little aunt, will you?" ”

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