My dad's life

When Fangyuan went home, he stopped by the supermarket and bought some ingredients and tools for making cakes and biscuits. Tonight, the little guy needs to visit Su Yuanyuan and Wei Xiaoshuang’s house. Although it’s okay to be empty-handed, it’s not good after all.

Bring homemade small cakes or small biscuits, very suitable.

In addition, he bought some ingredients for making ingredients. Zhou Xiaoya and the others will come over this weekend and he is going to hold a barbecue party.

"Why come back so early, you said you are a big man, why do you leave Caiyi to do everything, are you embarrassed?"

Father Fang did not go out today. Hearing the sound of the car, Father Fang first came out dissatisfied.

"Brother Fang, what you said is wrong. The division of labor is different. How can you judge the merits? The assembly line workers are busy every day, but in terms of their contribution to the country, can they be compared to scientists who drink tea and read newspapers every day? ?"

Mother Lan came out of the house and took over the conversation.

Fang's father heard the words and said nothing, he didn't dare to attack Lan mother.

Fang Yuan laughed and took out the things in the car. Although the metaphor of Mother Lan was not appropriate, it was true.

"Didn't I buy vegetables in the morning? Why are you buying so many things?" Father Fang changed the subject.

Fang Yuan said the whole story, and then said: "Uncle Lan and Uncle will come over tomorrow, so Dad, tomorrow you have to buy more food."

"You kid, why are you talking about such a big thing now? We are not prepared at all." Father Fang became anxious when he heard it.

"What you need to prepare is your own family." Mother Lan said next to her.

"Yes, yes, it's all from my own family." Fang's father opened his mouth, and the smile made him happy.

After entering the house, Fangyuan began to make cakes and biscuits.

During this period, Fang's mother came to see it once, but Fang Yuan did not ask her to help.

"This is just made, you can taste it." Fang Yuan handed the cut snowflake pastry to Fang's mother and asked her to take it out.

"Is this made by Fangyuan? It looks very good!" Mother Lan looked at the neatly arranged snowflakes of the same size, with surprise on her face.

He knows that Fangyuan is good at cooking and delicious, but he didn't expect to make pastry.

"I don't know how it tastes? Sister He, you can try a piece."

Mother Lan was not polite when she heard the words, took a piece and put it in her mouth.

I immediately felt a burst of sweetness exploding from the taste buds, directly into the heart, and the mouth melted, and there was no residue left.

"If it feels too sweet, try this." Fangyuan brought out another plate of cranberry cookies.

Fangyuan has made a lot of them. In addition to the two above, they also made cupcakes, egg tarts and milk biscuits.

The main reason is that other children will have to eat at night, and there will be not enough.

Especially cupcakes, he also specially made a layer of pattern on top of the cream, so that it looks good and delicious.

After all this is done, the little guy is almost out of school.

So Fang Yuan took off his apron and went out to pick the little guy back.

Mother Lan looked at the back of his departure, and the other mother said, "Fangyuan must be a good husband and a good father. I don't know how Sister Liang educated you, so excellent, Caiyi has found a treasure."

"It's not as good as you said. Housework and everything are all sideways. You still have to be able to do something outside and succeed in your career." Mother Lan said this, but her face was full of smiles.

"Fangyuan, why do you pick up the children every day? Where's Caiyi?"

Seeing Fangyuan, Ning Yuting asked with a smile.

"She is in the company, and there is no everyday, isn't it just these few days?"

"Yes, just these few days, but your daughter has only been in class for more than a week!" Sister Lei also interrupted.

"So, Fang Yuan is so cool to be the shopkeeper." Ning Yuting said with a smile.

They were talking here, and the school bus came over there. Originally, Fangyuan wanted to say hello to Wei Xiaoshuang’s grandfather and Su Yuanyuan’s grandma, saying that he would visit their home in the evening.

Now that the school bus is coming, think about it and forget it.

"Dad." Seeing Fangyuan, the little guy happily squeezed forward from the back of the team.

But she was caught by Teacher Yu.

"Didn't the teacher say that you have to line up one by one?"

Hehe, the little guy smirked at Teacher Yu.

Teacher Yu tapped the little guy gently on the head.

"You little clever ghost, go down."

"Dad." The little guy rushed out of the school bus and pounced on Fang Yuan.

"You little thing, can't you slow down?" Fang Yuan picked her up, and suddenly heard the clatter of her schoolbag.

"What's in your schoolbag?" Fang Yuan asked curiously.

"No." The little guy's eyes widened, pretending that he didn't understand what you were saying.

But her big turning eyes betrayed her.

"Really?"

"Yeah." The little guy nodded with a serious look.

Fang Yuan bumped the little guy in her hand, and heard another rustle in her schoolbag.

"Hehe." The little guy smirked.

"Can you tell Dad now what's in the bag?" Fangyuan asked with a smile.

"It's a nice little stone." The little guy sneered.

"Stone?" Fang Yuan was a little surprised when he heard this.

The little guy has a criminal record. I remember when she was in the country, she would often pick up small stones at home

"Where did the little stone come from?" Fang Yuan asked curiously.

Because their kindergarten is covered with cork rubber mats, it is impossible for her to pick up small stones.

"The baby picked it up in the woods behind the kindergarten!" The little guy grinned.

"Just pick it up, then tell me, what good is it for you to pick up so many small rocks?"

"Of course it is painting, and it can also be collected. Let me tell you, the stones I picked are the most beautiful!" The little guy said triumphantly.

"Well, we will go home to paint now, but we have to wash it first."

"Uncle Fang, I have it too!" Aicai, who got out of the car, walked over and swayed the small schoolbag, and it made a noise.

Not to be outdone, Ning Xinyao swayed her little schoolbag.

Then a few other children also installed small stones, especially the little fat man Du Tianhao, who carried half of his schoolbag, almost unable to carry it.

Fang Yuan didn't care. After taking the little guy home, he poured out all the pebbles in her schoolbag and helped her wash her. As the little guy said, the little stones she picked were very smooth and round. .

Fang Yuan helped her wash, she watched from the side, her small mouth kept eating.

The little biscuits and cupcakes Dad made are so delicious.

"Don't finish eating. This is a gift to visit Su Yuanyuan and Wei Xiaoshuang in the evening." Fang Yuan ate her mouthfuls, as if hungry.

"Have you not eaten at noon?"

"I have eaten it, I ate meatballs, tomatoes and eggs. They are delicious, but Yaoyao doesn't like meatballs, so I helped her to eat them!" The little guy came and praised me, I am very good. The small look of it.

Fang Yuan looked embarrassed, speechless.

There is nothing he can do to stand such a delicious little guy.

"Okay, go and find your gouache paint. Now you can paint on it." Fang Yuan wiped the pebbles one by one and arranged them neatly.

At this moment, Fangyuan's WeChat rang, and he picked it up and saw that it was Mr. Dong@, the parent group of the second class.

"Are Fang Xin's parents there?"

"Yes, what's the matter with the teacher?" Fang Yuan wondered, isn't the little guy beating the kid at school again?

Fang Yuan looked at the little guy next to him.

The little guy looked at him blankly and innocently.

"Fang Xin's parents, can you come to school tomorrow?"

"Teacher, did Xinxin make any mistakes again?" Fang Yuan was a little nervous, wouldn't it be true?

This girl is much better than she was when she was a child. After only attending classes for more than a week, she was called a parent twice.

Is this considered to be better than blue?