Almighty Star Daddy

  Today is Sunday, the little guy does not have to go to school, but there is an open class on Monday morning, and parents need to be present to attend the class with the children. Generally, public classes are all about handwork. You can sew dolls together, or disassemble toys. Shu Ya is very attentive to the education of children. Xuan Xuan's Golden Sun is a very good kindergarten in the north. Of course, there is a charge. Very beautiful.

  Han Mo was busy in the kitchen, washing the bowls he had just finished eating and putting them in the cupboard. The little guy was sitting at the dining table with his small chin in his hands, watching the busy figure of his father.

  At this time, Han Mo suddenly remembered that the little guy just said that he would go to school for an open parent-child class tomorrow, but he didn’t say the content of the class and what to prepare. In his memory, Han Mo could not search for the content of public classes, because Xuan Xuan had never accompanied her in parent-child classes before. Mom was busy and father was "busy". Every time she looked at other children and moms and dads. I am envious of doing handicraft together.

  "Dad, will you really accompany me in parent-child class tomorrow?" Because my dad always promised, but when the class comes, he will find a reason not to go, and the little guy feels a little confused.

  Han Mo wiped his hands, walked to the little guy, and touched the top of her head, "Of course Dad will go. We will go to the kindergarten together tomorrow, okay?"

  Xuan Xuan opened her eyes with excitement, and her little baby-fat face opened with joy.

  Han Mo handed the freshly squeezed juice to Xuan Xuan, and asked with a smile, "What do parent-child classes usually do?"

   "The last time I used cotton and cloth to make fruits, the last time I made clothes for the doll, and the last time I was doing puzzles." Xuan Xuan tried to remember her little pink mouth.

  Han Mo laughed inwardly when he heard it. These are not difficult to bother him. He is good at it. Han Mo gently continued to ask, "What about this time?"

   "Ms. Ding said it was a baking class, making biscuits." The little guy finished speaking and drank a big mouthful of juice.

  Han Mo froze for a moment, making cookies? Although he knows that many people now use the oven to make biscuits and cakes at home, and have seen them in friends' homes in the original world, he is limited to seeing them and has never made them himself. Han Mo didn't speak, thinking in his heart.

  Xuan Xuan saw that her father suddenly stopped talking, her long eyelashes flickered twice, she tilted her head and whispered, "Dad."

  Han Mo squeezed the little guy’s little cheek indulgently, “Let’s go to the supermarket and buy the things we need tomorrow.”

  Before going out, I still dressed up the little princess as usual. The little guy has become accustomed to looking beautiful every time he goes out with his father. After dressing up, he turns around in front of the mirror and pulls his skirt a little proudly.

  At the supermarket, Han Mo pushed the shopping cart, and Xuan Xuan followed. Originally, Han Mo wanted to carry Xuan Xuan in the shopping cart and sit, but the little guy refused, saying that he wanted to go by himself.

  Han Mo later learned that Xuan Xuan was afraid of wrinkling her pretty skirt, and the little guy now pays attention to her own image.

  The supermarket is very large and it sells a wide range of things. It is also the first time that Han Mo bought the ingredients and tools needed for baking. Follow the signs to find it.

  Suddenly the little guy pointed to the bookshelf beside her with a grinning voice and said, "Dad, look, it's "The Frog Prince" and "Little Red Riding Hood"."

  Han Mo looked towards Xuan Xuan’s little finger. This area is the children’s reading area. The bookshelves are full of story books that children like, and "Little Red Riding Hood" and "The Frog Prince" are placed in the most conspicuous places. Both books are covered with transparent film and the packaging is very delicate.

  Han Mo just wanted to take it down and have a look, the woman next to him took a step ahead.

   "Oh, Dad Xuan Xuan, you also take your children to the supermarket." The woman held the book in her hand and greeted Han Mo enthusiastically.

  Han Mo had an impression of her, she was Wang Xiaohu’s mother in Xuan Xuan’s class, and he also politely nodded.

  Wang Xiaohu’s mother saw that Xuan Xuan pointed to the book just now, and said carelessly, “Although there are these two picture books in school, children love to read them. We also want to buy another one and keep them at home.”

  Han Mo nodded in agreement, and said nothing.

Mother Xiaohu continued, "Hey, I don’t know if you have read these two books, but I have read them by myself. I don’t want to hide it from you to teach children. I take great pains. No matter how busy I work, I must pay attention to my children. See what books they all like to read."

  Han Mo smiled, just listening politely.

Xiaohu’s mother usually tells other mothers that they don’t like to listen. Today, she finally caught Han Mo and wanted to brag about her parenting experience. She continued to talk, "The authors of these two books are really amazing. Two simple stories can be used to tell profound truths. I won’t say much about his painter. You may not understand it. After all, you’re not in art. I still know a little bit.”

She paused and continued with some pride, "Little Red Riding Hood said that these little children must listen to their parents and never talk to strangers when they go out. "The Frog Prince" tells them that you can't judge people by their appearance when you make friends. Dad Xuan Xuan , You said I was right?" Mother Xiaohu was very satisfied with her own perception, and she was a little chattering about things related to her children.

  Han Mo didn’t want to buy anything yet, and didn’t want to waste time, so he smiled and said, “Yes.”

   Xuan Xuan pouted her lips, holding the corner of her father's clothes, "These two books were originally..."

  Han Mo petted the little guy's head and winked. Xuan Xuan knew that her father didn't want her to say it, so she pouted her little mouth and said nothing.

  Little Tiger’s mother wanted to say something, Han Mo first said, “We still have to buy things, let’s go first.” Han Mo smiled and nodded and took Xuan Xuan away.

  Mom Xiaohu held the book on the spot, "Don't buy your books anymore."

  Han Mo and Xuan Xuan have already walked some distance, but after hearing the last words of Little Tiger’s mother, Xuan Xuan pouted and said unconvinced, “Cut, we have the original version of my father’s drawing.”

  Han Mo smiled, and squeezed the little guy's pink face.

  This is really a big purchase. Han Mo searched on his mobile phone for the materials needed to make biscuits. Tomorrow’s parent-child class kindergarten will prepare some, but parents should also prepare a little for emergencies. He didn't know what the school would prepare, anyway he bought everything he could use.

It’s time to finish the meal with big bags and small bags. Although Han Mo is not good at baking, he is a good cook. He used to live alone for so many years and he has practiced good cooking skills. I thought about opening a small restaurant when I retire.

The little guy is watching cartoons, and Han Mo is busy in the kitchen alone. Soon, three dishes and one soup are ready. The meat and vegetable mix, which used to be eaten by himself, will be more flavorful. Now he cooks for Xuan Xuan, Han Mo tries not to Add seasonings to maintain the taste of the ingredients themselves.

  Xuan Xuan first started to eat the dishes her father cooked was novel, surprised, excited, and now she is used to it. In his small heart, father is so capable and can do everything.

  The night time always flies quickly. I accompany Xuan Xuan to finish her meal and clean up the kitchen. She was pestered by the little guy to talk about "Little Red Riding Hood" all night, and it was time to go to bed after the shower.

The little guy was lying on the bed still holding Han Mo’s arm, clamoring to tell a story, and only listened to "Little Red Riding Hood", because when Little Red Riding Hood was published, Xuan Xuan was with her mother and did not hear the story told by her father for the first time. Reconciled, I'm screaming to hear enough today. This is not an excessive requirement, Han Mo is naturally serious about satisfying the little guy's wishes.

It was not until Xuan Xuan fell asleep sweetly and her pink little face showed a satisfied smile that Han Mo gently pulled out her arm, re-covered the little quilt, gently pecked the little guy’s forehead, and then got up and closed. The lamp left the room.

  Han Mo has a more important thing to do, practice making cookies.

The bright moonlight shines into the house through the window. Han Mo uses his mobile phone to find out how to make biscuits. Today, he deliberately bought more materials for his own practice at night. Following the steps on the recipe, weighing and adding ingredients, Make noodles and use molds to make various shapes...

  Until the hour and minute hands of the hands coincide to point to the 12 o'clock position, Han Mo glanced at his own results, and then turned off the kitchen light.