Xia Yu is this kind of fiery character, Yang Yan shook his head with a smile and put down the mobile phone in his hand. And at this time, he noticed that he didn't know when he stood in front of him.

The little girl looked at her father with a blank eye, as if she wanted to get some answer from him.

"Oops!" Yang Yan smiled, bent down to pick up the little girl, kissed her tender little face, and said in a positive tone, "Luoluo is not hungry? Immediately, Dad will cook the meal immediately!"

However, Luoluo is smart! Her big bright eyes seemed to be able to see her father's intention to deliberately change the subject, so she pouted unhappily and asked her father with determination: "Hmm, what about Mama, Mama?"

It seems that the little guy is more and more fond of using this sweet and greasy treasure island tone. Of course, Yang Yan didn't deliberately correct her pronunciation, he thought it was quite good.

"Mom has gone back to her hometown...... Do you know that it was my mother who called just now?" Yang Yan had a little headache, he was worried that Luoluo would miss his mother just now, so he didn't mention Xia Yu to her, but the topic was obviously unsuccessful, and the little girl was still talking about her mother even if she was hungry.

Luoluo listened to her father's words, blinked her eyes wide, stretched out her little hand, and pointed to her father's mobile phone on the table - this was to tell her father that she had seen it.

"It's okay, mom will be home in a day or two, and she will be back soon. Tonight, hmm...... Dad will ask Mom later, see if it is inconvenient for her to listen to the phone, and then let you talk to Mom, okay?" Yang Yan persuaded, but he felt a little embarrassed in his heart.

He wasn't very sure if Xia Yu was still convenient to listen to the phone at home, if the old man or the mother-in-law were keeping an eye on him, he would call him rashly, and there was a little girl shouting next to him, Yang Yan couldn't imagine this picture!

However, Luoluo wants more than just talking to her mother.

The little girl's mouth was still pouting unhappily, and she said to her father in a muffled voice: "Hmm, Luoluo, Luoluo, I want to be numb......"

"Mom will be back soon!" Yang Yan could only continue to comfort her softly, "Dad is at home with you, Dad is here!"

"Hmm, hemp, hemp, hemp...... Luoluo stretched out her little arm and said to her father very seriously.

"Dad can also bathe you, you forget, Dad used to wash you with incense!" Yang Yan said, subconsciously falling his gaze on the little girl's thin little arm.

As soon as he saw the traces left by the dots and watercolor pens on his arm, he immediately understood in his heart - it turned out that this stinky little girl was worried that her mother was not there, and the watercolor pen stains on her body could not be washed off!

I saw Yang Yan laughing with relief, reached out and pinched her little nose, and then took her little hand, signaled and smiled: "Don't worry! Dad will wash it for you, watercolor pen, Grandpa Dai taught us how to wash it off just now!"

But the little girl still didn't seem at ease, she lowered her head, pulled up her little skirt, and pointed it out to her father: "Well, poop, dirty!"

The little girl's voice was soft and glutinous, making people feel that she didn't know how wronged she was.

In fact, Luoluo saw that his little white skirt was painted with a few traces of purple and yellow, and he was uncomfortable for a long time, can he not be aggrieved?

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Dad will definitely be able to wash you, and after washing, you will be able to see your beautiful little dress come back later!" Yang Yan laughed, he was actually used to the little guy caring about the cleanliness of his clothes, and he didn't even bother to think about why this little guy cared so much about why he drew these lines on his clothes in the first place.

Luoluo's trust in her father is unconditional, and after getting her father's promise, she finally reluctantly put her mind at ease and did not ask for her mother anymore.

After dinner, Yang Yan changed Luoluo's pajama pants to wear at home, took her changed little skirt to the bathroom, and put it in the small basin used to wash Luoluo's clothes. Then, Yang Yan turned around and went to the kitchen and brought the kettle.

Along the way, Luoluo has been following his father's ass.

I don't know if it's because her mother is not at home and relies on her father, or because she is curious and wants to see how her father does the laundry.

Of course, Yang Yan felt that the latter was more likely, because when he was about to pour hot water into the small basin, the little girl couldn't help but come over and look at it with a blank eye.

"You can't come here, Dad poured hot water!" Yang Yan was a little worried that the little girl would be hot, so he could only put down the kettle first, turned around and pulled Luoluo out of the door, let her stand outside the bathroom, and said seriously, "That hot one, you can't get close, you know?"

Luoluo was still very obedient, she stood at the door, waiting for her father to finish pouring hot water and walking out with a kettle, she pointed to the small basin with her little skirt in confusion, and said "hmm" to her father.

"Dad is going to use hot water, soak your little skirt, and then wash it after giving you a bath, and those colors can be washed off!" Yang Yan closed the bathroom door, then pulled Luoluo to the living room, and said with a smile.

This method was indeed taught by Mr. Dai!

After discovering that Luoluo had made some watercolor pen colors on his clothes, in the monitoring room, Dai Guoxun told Yang Yan that the color of watercolor pens was difficult to wash off, mainly because the factory added some water-soluble gum to the pigment in the production process, so as to increase the coloring degree of watercolor.

Soaking in hot water can dissolve the gum in the pen stain and soak it off, and then wash it with laundry detergent to wash it clean!

Now Yang Yan saw that Luoluo was curious, so he simply explained that there was a complicated principle in this, and Yang Yan didn't tell Luoluo - she couldn't understand it!

Of course, before the little girl went to bed and bathed her, Yang Yan couldn't use the same method to clean the watercolor stains on her arms!

"This is rice soup, the rice soup made from the white porridge you just ate. Yang Yan dipped his hand in a small bowl placed next to him, smeared the paste on his little arm, and said with a smile while gently applying it.

The little girl is sitting in her bathtub, soaking comfortably, under the steaming hot bath water, the little girl's skin looks extraordinarily delicate, especially her little face, pink and soft, as if a light pinch can pinch out the water.

Her eyes were also wide open, and she watched curiously as her father cleaned the pen marks on her arm—it didn't seem to be easy to wash just now, and it didn't even wash off with soap.