Yi Chun looks particularly happy today.

Help Yicheng add rice and place chopsticks on the table.

Yicheng felt that it was really gratifying and distressing to raise such a diligent and sensible daughter.

Damn it, 30-year-old Yi Cheng, you have been arrogant for so many years.

What did you transform your daughter into?

The two sat down and started eating.

Xiao Yichun tasted the chicken and felt that it was a different taste from the stir-fried chicken before.

"Yeah, it's delicious."

Yi Cheng suddenly burst into tears.

The heart of an old father is about to melt.

This was the first time he heard praise after spending a day with this guy.

...

"But." Yi Chun looked up at him while gnawing on the chicken legs, "Are you sick?"

“…”

"What are you talking about?" Yi Cheng raised his chopsticks and tapped her head.

"Oh."

Yi Chun covered her forehead with both hands.

She looked at Yi Cheng with grudge.

"But, Lao Yi, when did you learn to cook?"

“I’ve been a kid.”

"Why didn't you do it before?" Yi Chun bulged his little face.

“…”

How do I know why I didn't do this before?

"I haven't opened the Ren and Du meridians before." Yi Cheng replied to her.

"snort."

Yi Chun stopped asking and picked up the bowl to eat.

I thought I knew it without saying it.

It must have been learned from that woman. […ABC Novel Network &*Free Reading]

...

After dinner in the evening, Yi Cheng took the initiative to wash the dishes.

Yi Chun sat on the sofa and watched TV with her feet in her arms, and she was still a little uncomfortable for a while.

Her father used to only play games with her, and most of the time she came back after being drunk.

It is basically impossible to be like this today. She cooks and washes dishes for her.

It would be fine if she didn't let her clean up the house.

but……

Yi Chun rubbed his hands and pinched his shoulders, his eyes covered with mist.

She was not used to it for a while when she really allowed her to enjoy the fruits of other people's labor.

Before, she took care of this decadent pitcher dad.

I was taken care of by someone today, and although I was a little happy, I was a little sad.

"Dad, come."

After Yi Cheng washed the dishes and cleaned the table and the floor, Yi Chun took his hand and sat on the sofa.

"what?"

"Tell the truth."

Yi Chun looked at him seriously.

"Have you encountered any blow?"

"Well……"

"You won't be opened by the club, right?"

"Well……"

"Oh, it's over."

Yi Chun shook her head, "We will have to drink the northwest wind from now on. No wonder you are so abnormal and so active today."

The little daughter looked at him with a merciful look on her face.

"ah!"

Yi Cheng raised his hand and knocked on her forehead.

Yi Chun hugged her head with a sad face.

"It's almost."

Yi Cheng smiled, "Luckily I performed well today, so I'm safe for the time being."

“Huh?”

Yi Chun had an incredible expression on his face.

"There is still such a thing?"

"That's... your dad, I'm so fierce today, striking out three striking three striking three striking three striking three striking three striking three striking three striking three striking three striking three striking three striking three striking three striking two striking three striking two striking three striking two striking two striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one striking one s

Yi Cheng sat on the sofa, making a pitching position with his hands.

"It's broken."

Yi Chun murmured to himself.

"That's even less like you."

“…”

"Where has my waste dad been? Oops!"

Yi Chun snatched another thunderous thunder on his forehead.

"Dad, let me tell you, I'm still so young now, you'll knock me stupidly if you knock like this."

Yi Cheng held his hands behind his head disdainfully and looked at her with the corners of his eyes, "You said your dad so badly, why don't you follow your mother?"

"I……"

"Hey... don't mention it." Xiao Yichun jumped off the sofa and sat next to him with a box of potato chips from the coffee table. "Aren't I afraid that you are alone and have no one to take care of you?"

She sighed and said like an old man, "My mother, you have to be so strong in appearance, at least you can take good care of yourself. With her assistants and suitors, who can serve her comfortably?"

“…”

Yi Cheng thought to himself, why does this sound like a green on his head?

"What kind of job does your mother do?"

"Dad, it's your fault for swearing."

"I'm talking about you, mom." Yi Cheng said word by word with contempt.

"Here, that."

Yi Chunyi whispered.

Yi Cheng turned around and looked.

A drink advertisement is being played on the TV.

The heroine of the advertisement was wearing a pair of straight cropped pants and a white silk shirt on her upper body.

She walked along the street with big strides.

Yi Cheng looked at this back and felt a little familiar.

This tall figure and that long curly hair...

No?

No way?

The star in the picture smiled and put the drink on his face.
To be continued...