Just when Chenghao finished washing his face and was about to shave, he was a little confused as to why the bedroom was so quiet.
From the direction of the living room, a familiar and cheerful song suddenly came, mixed with the beautiful chorus voice of a certain woman.
"What is this woman doing so early in the morning?"
He lowered his head and rinsed his face again with water. Chenghao muttered, picked up the towel on the side and wiped away the water stains, and then walked directly out the door.
"Ladies and gentlemen, hey, here I go again.
Hey! I'm here again and I'm in a good mood.
I want to sing a song, one two three four.
The happiness seemed to explode.
……….”
As soon as he walked into the living room, Chenghao saw the woman with blue short-sleeved upper body and green shorts standing on the sofa facing the TV. She put her little hand to her mouth like a microphone and twisted her little buttocks.
, singing along with the cheerful rhythm on TV.
Our little Chengen was placed on the sofa aside by his mother.
As his mother jumped up and down on the sofa, the little guy who was originally lying on the sofa curiously watching his mother's performance was implicated and followed the rhythm of his mother's jumping up and down on the sofa.
However, judging from the cheerful sounds coming out of his little mouth from time to time, the little guy seems to like this kind of "crazy play" with his mother.
"How about little Enbao, isn't your mother great at singing?"
As the song entered the chorus, Zhien bent down and kissed his precious daughter on the face. She was slightly out of breath and stroked the hair beside her ears, and then she said proudly to the little one.
"Uh-huh!" Little Cheng'en didn't know what his mother was talking about. Anyway, he just made a meaningless sound in reply to his mother.
"Whether it's in the mountains or in the sea.
I won’t be so happy…”
Just when Zhien stood up again, swaying her butt enthusiastically, and just sang a few more lines, the TV screen suddenly went black and turned off, and the cheerful singing stopped abruptly.
"Is it broken?"
I thought the TV was broken, so Zhien jumped off the sofa and went to check it out.
But when she walked to the TV, she touched her little head and raised her hand to pat the TV in confusion, thinking about how to check.
However, his eyes passed through the black screen and he faintly saw the reflection of the man behind him, and he immediately reacted.
"Ah! What are you doing!"
Turning around to look at the man holding the remote control, Zhien frowned and questioned with dissatisfaction, and was about to step forward to snatch the remote control.
"Hurry up and brush your teeth and wash your face. I'm going to make breakfast."
Throwing the remote control on the sofa, Chenghao put his big hand on the woman's head and turned her around.
"What's for breakfast?"
Zhien, who was walking forward according to the direction adjusted by the man, stopped and turned around and asked curiously.
"Porridge, after eating, ask Zheng Hante to pick you up and take you to the company. I won't go to the company today."
"Why don't you go to the company? Is there something wrong?"
Hearing that the man said he would not go to the company today, Zhien couldn't help but have a puzzled expression on his face.
"Hurry up, I'll be able to work online in a while. My brother is coming over to visit me today."
Seeing that the woman was moaning and not moving, Chenghao stepped forward and took the woman's hand, dragged her into the bathroom, closed the door, and then returned to the living room.
"I didn't see it. You are still a little lunatic. You are not allowed to be crazy with your big lunatic mother in the future. Do you know that you will be infected?"
Raising his hand and scratching his precious daughter's little nose lovingly, Chenghao warned the little Cheng'en who was still giggling with a serious look on his face.
Faced with his father's instructions, little Cheng'en just smiled happily and stretched out his little hand to his father for a hug.
"Okay, let's make breakfast with dad."
Seeing his daughter like this, Chenghao could only smile helplessly, then reached out to pick up the little one and walked towards the kitchen.
As a semi-single father, Chenghao has already mastered the skill of holding his child with one hand and cooking some simple dishes.
For example, cooking porridge, which is free of fumes and may splash on the little one, is basically his staple food at home.
Of course, if he happens to meet the little guy sleeping, he will also prepare two extra dishes for himself as a snack.
As the father and daughter began to work in the kitchen, soon the faint fragrance of rice came from the kitchen.
As the saying goes, if you want a woman to go out and dress up, it takes as much time as playing one or two games of King of Glory.
When Chenghao put the porridge on the table and put the bowls and chopsticks away, the woman had not yet come out of the bathroom.
Faced with this situation, he didn't rush it. The porridge needed to cool down anyway.
"Little Cheng'en is doing great today too! Let's go and let dad wash our little Cheng'en's face, boo~"
He lowered his head and kissed his daughter's pink little face. After speaking, Chenghao hugged little Chengen, who had always been well-behaved and obedient, and kept his father making breakfast without making any noise, and walked towards the bedroom and bathroom.
When he came to the bathroom, Chenghao took his daughter's special small washbasin and small towel from the side. While turning on the faucet and pouring warm water, he took the time to take off the diaper on his daughter's buttocks and threw it into the trash can nearby.
He stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the water. It felt like it was about the same. Chenghao took out the small towel and wrung it out, and was ready to wipe the little guy's face.
Unfortunately, there are very few babies in this world who cooperate with washing their faces, because they are so young that it is difficult for them to adapt to the short-term difficulty in breathing caused by wiping their faces with a towel, and the fear of not being able to see anything.
"Be obedient. After washing your face, your face will become clean and beautiful."
Looking at the little guy in his arms who just refused to cooperate and desperately pushed his little head into his chest, although he knew that his daughter would not be able to understand, Chenghao still took a towel and tried to discuss it with his daughter.
Little Cheng'en, who had always been obedient, turned his head away from his father's arms and glanced at the scary towel, then turned his head back and crawled into his father's arms again to express his thoughts.
"Oh~, actually! Dad is just telling you that no matter whether you agree or not, you still have to wash your face in the end."
Seeing the repulsive look of the little guy in his arms, Chenghao could only sigh helplessly, adjust the little guy's posture, and reveal his daughter's little face.
He took the towel and walked quickly towards the little face. Chenghao was preparing for a quick victory.
Little Cheng'en, who couldn't even escape from his mother's clutches, how could he escape from his father's clutches now?
After a brief struggle, he straightened his mouth and started crying in aggrieved manner.
The little guy's cry immediately made Zhien put down the skin care products in his hands and hurried over from the bedroom.