Almighty Star Daddy

   said that the man had tears and would not flick, but Xiaohu’s father cried, no longer depressed, and cried unscrupulously, Xiaohu’s father clearly remembered that this was the second time he cried after he became an adult.

  The first time I cried like this, because I heard Xiaohu’s first cry after he was born, standing outside the delivery room.

Xiaohu’s mother gave birth to a tiger and insisted on giving birth. He spent 7 hours with her in the delivery room. He watched his wife in pain but was helpless. Finally, because of the incorrect fetal position, he was dragged to the operating room for a caesarean section. The caesarean section could not be accompanied by a caesarean section, so he was pushed there. Outside the operating room.

  At the beginning of pregnancy, I hope that the child will be beautiful and smart, and will be able to learn well when he grows up, be versatile, and be excellent in all aspects.

   But at this moment, he only hopes that the child can be born safely, nothing more.

  In that short half-hour, he experienced the longest wait in his life, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, and a blank in his brain. He has never been so at a loss. Apart from waiting, he can do nothing.

  It was the cry that ended all this, and it was the cry that made him cry for the first time in his adulthood. He was overwhelmed with joy, too happy, too excited, but tears ran across the corner of his mouth.

  He still clearly remembers the first words the nurse said to him when he came out holding the baby, "Eight catties and twenty two, fifty centimeters, big fat son."

Before the child was born, he had imagined countless scenes of meeting with the little guy, and even thought of the first opening sentence, but the moment he really saw his son, he turned out to be the most embarrassed, tears flowed down uncontrollably , I want to show off to everyone around me, this little thing is his son, he has a son.

  The joy and love at that time were gradually forgotten by him over time...

  At this moment, I also hugged Xiaohu, time is rushing, and four years have passed in a flash.

  Fortunately, it’s not too late. Fortunately, he can still hold the child. Fortunately, the child is still willing to snuggle next to him. Fortunately, it's not too late. Fortunately, fortunately...

  Dad Xiaohu wiped the tears from his cheeks, feeling guilty and couldn't help himself.

   "The only question I answered correctly was the size of the child's shoes, because I accidentally saw it when I put shoes on him in the morning, and I sighed at the time, the child's feet grow so fast." Rui Rui's father said with a sigh.

"I'm almost the same as you. The question about shoes was only when I was wearing shoes today. I only found out her shoe size and the fruits she likes to eat. Because yesterday morning, she told her mother to eat strawberries, and I heard it." Mengmeng Dad is also very ashamed.

  "We have neglected the growth of our children, thinking that making money is the most important mission. Even the children’s illnesses are followed by the wife and grandmother of the children. I will only work overtime, meetings, overtime work, and meetings again. What a father is this."

  "Is it right? We are not qualified fathers. If time can come back, I want to accompany the child more, ask her more about what she likes to eat and play, and try to meet her requirements."

"Don't say anything, let's count all of them. While we can hold the children's hand, hold their little hands more, and when they are still willing to hold us in their arms and don't dislike us. , Just hug them more."

  Several other fathers also read the answers written by their children, and couldn't help but sigh. No matter how good and successful they are in other positions, they are not qualified in the identity of the father.

Han Mo didn’t speak, but he had a panoramic view of all of this. Although he answered all of them correctly this time, many questions were somewhat ambiguous. To make the little guy feel happy, I really make the child simple.

  Xuanxuan walked to Han Mo and held her father's hand, "Dad, why are you crying, uncle."

  The little guy couldn't figure out the situation. He looked at his father with big watery eyes and held his big hand tightly, a little uneasy.

  Han Mo gently helped the little guy smooth the bangs on his forehead, "Uncle is sad, because he answered all the questions in the exam just now for Teacher Ding."

The little guy raised his head, as if he was relieved, and continued in a soft and waxy voice, "Dad, you tell uncle not to be sad, Teacher Ding said, if you do a wrong question, just write the correct answer again. Next It's fine not to commit it again."

  Han Mo nodded, "Okay, Dad will tell uncle in a while." Then he rubbed the top of the little guy's head indulgently.

  But the test paper can be changed and reworked, but time cannot be repeated.

  The fathers who originally wanted to win kindergarten meals through this set of questions are very heavy.

  "Go, let's learn how to cook with Xiaohan. We can't make hard dishes, and we have to learn a lesson or two for simple homework." Ruirui's father suggested.

   "I must learn a dish. I have never cooked for Xiaohu." Xiaohu's father's eyes were still red, and he touched his son's round head and said.

  "Let’s start with this first meal and be a qualified dad. Walk around, pick up the ingredients, and learn how to cook together at Xiaohan."

  Originally, Han Mo also wanted to cook for everyone. After all, they couldn’t eat the Han Mo. Now they actively ask for study and help, Han Mo naturally has no opinion.

Just like what they said, the fathers were not lazy. Some were washing vegetables, some were cutting vegetables, and some were specially in charge of arranging dishes. The pieces are turned into blocks, and the ones that were supposed to be shredded are turned into strips.

Xiaohu’s father is the most active and strongly asks Han Mo to instruct him to make potato shreds. He said that children like potato shreds. Before, he always said that children have no taste and potato shreds are delicious. But now I want to learn this. The son does, coax his son to be happy.

Potato shreds are not difficult. From the beginning of cutting potatoes, Han Mo asked Xiaohu's father to do it himself, and he just gave instructions. Although Xiaohu's father has never cooked before, he learns quickly and looks good. The knife is a bit poor.

   "Son, try it soon." Dad Xiaohu brought his first fried dishes to the table and leaned to his son's side.

  Xiaohu was also very excited. It was the first time he had eaten Dad's stir-fried vegetables. His meaty little hands quickly picked up the chopsticks, and slightly clumsily picked them up and stuffed them into his mouth.

  Dad Xiaohu looked at his son expectantly, swallowed nervously, and watched his son put his fried vegetables into his mouth. As the potatoes were put in his mouth, Xiaohu chewed seriously.

   "Okay, is it delicious?" Little Tiger's father asked in a low voice.

  Xiaohu suddenly widened his eyes, "It's delicious, dad, your fried potato chips are really delicious, even better than mom's fried."

Hearing his son’s praise is more happier than anything else, Xiaohu’s dad smiled excitedly, “I’ll just say, as long as I want to do something that can’t be done, cooking, it’s very simple, son, do you like it and my dad will give it to you every day. Do it, let's do it differently, hehe, dad will definitely spare more time to accompany you in the future." After speaking, he touched his son's chubby head.

  Little Tiger nodded vigorously while eating the food that his father made. No one knows how much he hopes his father can spend more time with him in the heart of a child.

  Looking at his son eating so happily, Xiaohu's father was very pleased and satisfied. He suddenly smiled as if thinking of something and said, "But son, Dad is frying potato shreds, not potato chips."