House Dad’s Literary Life

In the evening, Yang Qing’s fiancée, or Zheng Shuyi, who said that she was a prospective wife, also came over. She and Murphy prepared dinner in the kitchen.

Zhou Mengyu does not cook, usually at home, either a nanny to cook, or a crane or two to make one or two small dishes, so she can't help. And Yang Chonggui waved his hand and said that their generation had children and grandchildren. They should enjoy the blessings, so this meal was handled by the juniors, including Dong Yuexi, who would not be allowed to help.

Fortunately, Zheng Shuyi's cooking is good, she came to the table, and Murphy was on the side to help, to help some of the best.

"That big, after your relationship is exposed, will it be very troublesome?" Zheng Shuyi chatted with her. Zheng Shuyi is a younger, twenty-something look. After knowing Murphy’s identity last time, she began to pay attention to those news.

Their Zhengjia Village has good conditions, and every household has a TV. Therefore, Zheng Shuyi also saw on the TV that Murphy and Yang Lan’s relationship has been publicly reported.

"It will be a lot of trouble. Now there are often paparazzi near the house... It’s the reporter’s sneak shot, and Yang Lan is going to take us to a different place to live.” Murphy told her, “But the relationship is open! I’ve always been afraid to be known. I don’t dare to take the door out. It’s okay now, and then I can go to the parent meeting later.”

Speaking of this, Murphy's face showed a relaxed smile.

While cooking, while chatting, they went back to see the puppy dog ​​with Dad. The little girl ran away with the scorpion to the kitchen, and ran in with excitement and pulled her mother's clothes.

"Ma Ma, Ma Ma!" The little girl couldn't wait, groaning and saying, "Ma Ma, I want to show you something!"

"Look at what? You brought the puppy back?" Murphy asked, with a smile.

I saw that my mother had guessed it, but she was not depressed. She was still dancing and dancing. She danced her little hand and said on the floor: "Yes, the puppy is back, oh there, super cute! I will take you to see Let's go!"

The little girl wants to show her mother the heart is in a hurry.

"But Ma Ma has to prepare dinner with Xiao Yan, and he can't walk away." Murphy said in a distress.

Zheng Shuyi smiled and said: "Da, go, no problem, I can get it here."

Murphy looked at the shackles that held his hand and nodded and said, "I will come back to help you when I go."

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The little milk dog was brought back with a small bamboo basket. It was kneeling on a soft mat and twisted his head to look at the new "world". Of course, not at the mother's side, the little guy was a little nervous, but there was no I want to get rid of the intention of going back to my mother.

"This dog is good, the variety is pure, look at its eyes, it must be very clever when you grow up!" Mo Henian backed his hands and stood behind Yang Lan, also licking the dog, and said something.

"Hey, this is the local dog in the country. Is there anything pure and not pure?" Yang Chonggui laughed.

"Hey, don't say, Lao Yang, this dog breed, there is no mixed blood, the price is far away..." Mo Henian chatted with him.

The two old men commented on a dog with a gusto, and did not know what kind of feeling the little milk dog knew.

Murphy was pulled over, and she saw the look of the little milk dog. However, Murphy frowned and said, "Hey, how is its hair so dirty? Before you wash it, you can't let it touch it."

In the countryside, the local dogs are letting themselves go, even if they are small milk dogs, they are rolling on the ground. This is only good, Li Shupo did not raise chicken at home, the yard is relatively clean, but the dusty little milk dog, Murphy looked still worried about what would be fleas, afraid to run to the body.

I quickly waved my hand and explained to my mother: "Ma Ma, I have cleaned it, you smell it, and it is fragrant!"

She also extended a small wrist to her mother.

Yang Lan, who paid the most attention to these, certainly considered the health problem of cockroaches. After he played with the little milk dog, he did not take her directly with the little milk dog, but squatted at the well of Li Shupo’s house. I used a clean well water and washed my hands and wrists with the long-lasting antibacterial soap.

"It doesn't matter, I thought about it. Waiting for me to take it to the upstairs to take a shower, there is a shower upstairs, and a hair dryer, to clean it, you can let it play with the cockroach." Yang Wei smiled Said.

"I have to bathe the puppy." I eagerly said.

Murphy just let go of her heart. She smiled and said: "So cute puppy, have you given it a name?"

Yang Lan shook his head and wanted to say no to him.

But who knows, but he nodded seriously and said: "I have a name for the puppy!"

"Yes? Do you give it a name?" Yang Lan asked in surprise. "So fast? What name are you going to call it?"

"I think it's fat, like a white buns." He relied on his mother's legs and smiled awkwardly. Some embarrassedly said, "Just call it a buns!"

"Bun?" Yang Lan looked at the little milk dog that didn't look like a buns. Some of them shook their heads with a grin. "Okay, your puppy, you want to call it."

Murphy said with great enthusiasm: "I think the name picked up is very nice, buns, very cute!"

"Hey!" The little girl smiled happily.

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Bathing a small milk dog is a big project!

Mainly, he also had to participate in it. Yang Lan had to put on her waterproof windbreaker jacket before she took the bamboo basket and walked into the bathroom upstairs.

"You help this for Dad!" Yang Hao turned on the water heater, adjusted the water temperature to a level that was neither cold nor hot, and then handed the nozzle to the cockroach. "You don't waste water, the nozzle is facing the bucket."

In fact, I don’t want to give it to me, but since the little girl wants to get involved, Yang Lan will arrange a small task for her.

He took the past with joy, but she did not listen obediently, listening to the sound of screaming water, itching. As my father turned to hold the puppy, she couldn't help but extend her left hand and touched the water from the nozzle.

Feel the feeling of the thin waterline scouring densely on the palm of my hand. The little girl laughed herself. Although she didn't laugh, she laughed into a crescent with her big eyes. It was very fun.

"Hey, you got the water on your father's body!" Yang Lan didn't know when he was holding the little milk dog and turned around, staring at him, his face was splashed with a little water.

"Oh!" The little girl was found to be doing something bad. She hurriedly retracted her hand, and she was embarrassed to twist her body and laughed.

"Look, you have splashed water on Dad's face." Yang Lan deliberately turned his face and sighed his mouth and said unhappy.

"I wiped it!" The little girl cleverly extended her left hand and wiped it on Dad's face.

The little girl's little hand is tender and cool, but it is also wet. She has forgotten that she still has water in her hand. As a result, her father's face is more and more watery.

"Okay!" Yang Lan paused and cried, and had to use his face to lick the clothes on his arm. "Let's take a bath for the buns!"