My dad's life

With the help of Lan Caiyi, Fangyuan prepared dinner.

Of course, this is what Lan Caiyi said, and she has done the most.

"You go tell your uncle and the others to come down and eat, I'll take the food out." Fang Yuan said to Lan Caiyi who was helping him untie his apron.

Lan Caiyi Yiyan got out of the kitchen and went upstairs and called for someone to go.

Fangyuan brought two dishes out of the kitchen and called the little guy to eat.

"Xinxin, come over for dinner." Fang Yuan put the dishes on the table and greeted.

But I didn't hear any movement. The little guy usually eats most actively. What happened today?

I couldn't help but feel a little strange. Looking back, the little guy no longer watched TV, and the TV screen was paused by her.

She ran to the long desk and sat obediently with her head down, not knowing what she was writing.

Fang Yuan didn't bother her, and walked over gently.

❤️👸:

👧🏻🤔👸🏠🏹👦🏻🤯, 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🐕🐈🍡…….

Fang Yuan looked confused, so she asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"I'm writing to Princess Merida, asking her to come to our house as a guest."

The little guy looked up, Fang Yuan found that her little face had been painted with some watercolor pen and ink, which looked like a small cat.

"Princess Merida? Who is she?" Fang Yuan asked curiously.

"Princess Merida doesn't even know, so stupid?" The little guy despised.

Then he pointed to the TV, and Fang Yuan was a little surprised. The TV shows the "Brave" cartoon, and Merida is the protagonist in the cartoon, talking about the 10th century Scotsman.

But from the perspective of his painting style, Fang Yuan thought he was a Viking.

But the child is so cute, can she receive a letter to an avatar?

How to post it?Is the postman of the heavens and worlds?

"Then you should call her, it won't be faster." Fang Yuan followed her train of thought.

Hearing this, the little guy raised his head and looked at him with shocked little eyes: "Is Dad really a fool? Merida is an ancient person, how can she have a phone, and I don't know her phone number!"

Fang Yuan's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he roared: "Since you know, you still write a ghost? Can you receive it by letter?"

Of course, he must not be able to say these words, so he said: "Then you write quickly, and come over for dinner when you are finished."

Fang Yuan turned around and left after talking, how cute is the kid?

But I didn't expect the little guy to grab him, "Don't go, wait a while to help the baby send the letter."

"Send it out? How to send it?" Fang Yuan asked silently.

"Of course it is in the mailbox, dad doesn't know this?" the little guy asked in shock.

I think you are despising me, but I have no evidence.

"But there are no mailboxes in the community."

"I know, so when you go to work tomorrow, remember to put it in the mailbox for me." The little guy said seriously.

"Okay, I get it." Fang Yuan touched her little head speechlessly.

At this time, Uncle and the others came down from upstairs.

"Let’s go, let’s eat. Dad made a lot of delicious food. When you finish eating, you can continue to write your letter!"

"Delicious? Good!" The little guy immediately put down the pen in his hand.

When there are no guests at home, you naturally sit casually when you eat. Usually the little guy and the grandfather sit at one end of the long table, and they are also the two overlords of the family.

But it's impolite to sit like this when a guest comes.

Fang Yuan wanted to move the little guy's special chair between him and Lan Cai.

Unexpectedly, Mother Fang had already taken the first step and placed her chair between her and He Liuqing.

In this way, grandma on the left and grandma on the right can make the little guy happy.

Because she wanted to eat something, she didn't even have to pick it up by herself, so the two grandma rushed to help her pick it up and put it in her small bowl.

So the end result is that the little guy is eating up, lying on the sofa, touching his belly and groaning.

Fang Yuan couldn't help but smile, how could this little thing be so greedy.

"Don't laugh, help me rub my belly." The little guy said angrily.

Fang Yuan was so angry and funny, she sat next to her and rubbed her belly gently.

Tangerine saw it, ran over, lay beside the little guy with his belly facing up, and looked at Fangyuan: "Shovel shit, hurry up and rub it for me."

Fang Yuan held it aside silently, then greeted Da Bai over and asked him to scratch his belly for the orange.

Da Bai's hands were soft, and the orange couldn't help but "meow" twice, "This fat white two-legged beast is still good."

"I will know next time, no matter how delicious it is, you can't eat too much at one time." Fang Yuan took the opportunity to educate.

The little guy didn't speak, just like the orange, he answered with two hums.

"You eat so full, don't exercise too vigorously when you go out, or you will have stomach pains, take it slowly first."

Fangyuan didn't stop it when he was eating because he knew that the little guy would definitely exercise a lot when he would go out, and at least half of the food would be digested.

With Fangyuan's help, the little guy's stomach finally felt better.

Lan Caiyi helped her put on the protective gear and led her out.

Fangyuan won't go tonight, the uncle is still there, they haven't finished their meal yet.

In the evening, Father Fang was mainly drinking with them, and it was naturally difficult for Fang Yuan to leave. Although he did not drink, he was accompanied by him.

As for the little guy's letter, she had forgotten it a long time ago, and I don't know if I can remember it when I return tonight.

But when I really think about it, Fangyuan should have a headache. Where can I send her a headache?

When Dad Fang started, he was a little cautious in front of his uncle, but after two glasses of wine, he began to compliment his uncle.

The two chatted, and Father Fang talked about when he was a soldier.

Both of them had served as soldiers when they were young, so naturally there are more topics.

Fortunately, Father Fang knew that the uncle came this time for his son, so he was not greedy.

I was afraid that I would accidentally say something wrong, which would ruin my son.

He is very carefree on weekdays, but he is not someone who doesn't know the importance.

This surprised Fang Yuan.

So the four people drank two bottles of Wuliangye, which would add up to a little more than six liang per catty.

Of course, the radius is rounded up, and everyone didn't let him drink it, especially the uncle and Lantian Heng, who felt that alcohol hurts their brains. Such a smart brain can't be harmed by alcohol.

Father Fang looked at Fang Yuan's head in silence. He didn't know how many times he had hit this head, and he didn't see him become stupid?Could it have been opened up by yourself?

Although I didn't drink a lot of alcohol, I talked a lot. After eating a table for almost two hours, the little guy came back after a stroll outside.

I was a little surprised to see everyone still eating.

The little guy Blingbling ran to Fangyuan, stretched out his little hand, and gently pressed his stomach, "Dad, is your belly bloated?"

"You little guy, you think everyone is like you!" Fang Yuan smiled and hugged the little guy on his lap.

"I want to eat that?" Sitting on Dad's lap, the dishes on the table were in full view under her nose, so the little guy immediately pointed to a meatball.

"Why, your stomach is healed? Isn't it going up?" Fang Yuan asked.

"Well, um, my belly is flat." The little guy patted his belly.

"That won't work either, drink some juice."

Fang Yuan did not agree to her request again, but poured her a glass of juice.

The little guy was sweaty all over, and his hair was in strands.

Although the little guy was a little dissatisfied, she was indeed thirsty, and she drank upside down while holding "tons of juice".

Then he followed the way his grandpa was drinking, squinted his eyes, frowned and said "Ha", making everyone amused.