In the past, it was just one night or one morning, but today Xia Yu finally fully realized that it is not easy for Yang Yan to take care of the baby at home alone!

Although Yang Yan has already helped Xia Yu choose takeaway (directly order the porridge and side dishes delivered by the well-known teahouse, her own "Tao takeaway"), saving her the trouble of cooking porridge for Luoluo in a hurry, but to coax the little girl who began to miss her father at night, Xia Yu was also very troubled.

I saw Xia Yu use a small spoon to scoop the prickly fish fillets and peanuts that may choke Luoluo into her bowl, and then scooped up the fragrant boat porridge with tempting lean meat and fritters, and she habitually blew it before handing it to Luoluo.

But the little girl was aggrieved with her little mouth shut, her eyes were red, and she looked at her mother with tears in her big eyes, and she looked pitiful and wanted to cry and endured it, as if her mother had done something sorry for her.

"Yes, I want to be a poop ......" When he saw his mother looking at him, Luoluo sniffed, his voice was a little crying, and he said aggrievedly.

This grievance, "Dad" said it became "Baba".

is just like the treasure island dialect, which makes people can't help but feel distressed for her.

"Okay, you want poop, you finish dinner first, and then we want poba, okay?" Xia Yu cried and laughed and handed the small spoon to Luoluo's mouth, and said softly, "This porridge is super delicious, didn't you like it very much before?"

Fortunately, eating does not affect Luoluo's heartfelt expression to her mother, the little girl still obediently opened her little mouth, and she didn't hold the food, she just looked at her mother with tears in her eyes, her mouth moved, and she quickly finished eating the porridge in her mouth.

It's very fragrant......

I saw Luoluo involuntarily move his eyes to the big bowl in his mother's hand, but he still muttered in his mouth: "Yes, I want to be a ...... of poop."

"Mom knows, you miss Dad. Xia Yu said as she handed Luoluo a spoonful of delicious boat porridge.

The little girl looked reluctant, as if her father was not coming back, and she was not happy to eat, but the porridge brought to her mouth, she still involuntarily opened her little mouth, and then involuntarily finished eating.

It is as if the little girl has also learned to turn grief and anger into appetite......

Even though Luoluo is already very well-behaved, Xia Yu still feels a lot of pressure, after all, the little girl still keeps talking about her father!

It's okay to have food to plug the little girl's mouth now, but what if she doesn't coax her later, Luoluo's accumulated emotions explode and cry for her father?

Xia Yu didn't want things to evolve into Yang Yan, who was at a loss when she looked at her crying daughter, and was so troublesome that she finally took a break to do her own thing!

She can also take care of Luoluo!

Therefore, Xia Yu racked his brains and finally thought of a solution.

She didn't even care about having a full meal, she didn't care about keeping a table of snacks, she just drank a bowl of porridge in a hurry, and hurriedly returned to the big bed in the bedroom with Luoluo, who was getting more and more anxious.

"Come, Luoluo, mom will accompany you to read a book and tell you a Christmas story, okay?" Xia Yu took out Yang Yan's large pair of Christmas socks from the closet, showed them to Luoluo, and said with a smile.

This long-barreled, red and green Christmas stocking (red background and green Christmas tree pattern) was bought by Yang Yan at the beginning of the month, and this guy also bought a "family bucket" - a pair of Luoluo, a pair of Xia Yu, and a pair of him.

Originally, they were going to keep it for Christmas, but Luoluo seemed to like these socks very much, so Luoluo's Christmas socks had already begun to be used.

However, although her mother took out her Christmas stockings, Luoluo did not become happy.

The little girl was only briefly interrupted by the sadness of missing her father, and she looked at her mother in a daze, her expression a little confused, not knowing what her mother wanted to do with these socks.

"Once upon a time, there was a kid named ...... It's called ......" Xia Yu was making up a story temporarily, and the name became a problem, and after a pause, he continued, "It's called Xiao Tangtang, her family is very poor, and she has nothing." ”

Although Luoluo listened to the story told by her mother in a daze, half understanding and half understanding, but watching her mother waving Christmas stockings and telling her stories hard by the bedside, the little girl still listened very cooperatively.

Her eyes were still teary, but she missed her father's words, and was temporarily suppressed by the little stories told by her mother.

"At Christmas, other children can receive gifts, but Xiao Tangtang has no gifts, she is so sad!" Xia Yu gradually got better, she also began to try to use simpler words, childish tone to tell stories to Luoluo, and even raised her two hands, grabbed her socks and covered her eyes, and whined and faked crying.

The simple little girl still believed it, her eyes were wide open, and she looked at her mother with a nervous expression, thinking that her mother was really crying!

Fortunately, Xia Yu was just a demonstration, she quickly put down her hand, and continued her story with a natural expression: "Little Candy's father told her a legend that as long as we hang our socks on the bedside, Santa Claus will give you gifts on Christmas Day!"

Luoluo opened her mouth slightly, as if she was a little surprised, but she didn't know if she was surprised to see that her mother was not crying, or if she was surprised to listen to her mother's story.

"That's right, Xiao Tangtang is the same as Luoluo, she thinks it's amazing, and she can't believe that someone will give her a gift!" Xia Yu nodded with a smile and continued with Luoluo, "But she still made an attempt and hung her socks on the head of the bed." ”

Xia Yu took the socks again and gestured in front of Luoluo, walked over, and gently placed them on the bedside table.

There is no way to hang it, and these socks are not with handles! However, Xia Yu doesn't have to worry, she guesses that Luoluo didn't understand her story in her heart, she just performed for Luoluo in a colorful way.

Indeed, the little girl watched it with relish, and after talking for so long, Xia Yu was pleasantly surprised to find that Luoluo didn't talk about her father anymore!

Xia Yu's heart was suddenly full of motivation, and he continued to speak energetically: "At night, Xiao Tangtang fell asleep, and a very magical scene happened!"

Luoluo raised her little head, and was surprised to see her mother put the rest of the socks on her hands, and waved them vigorously.

"Because it's night!" There was a bell ringing in the dark sky, and a sleigh cart pulled by a few cute reindeer came out of the sky, and a white-bearded old man came to the house of the little sugar candy family with a cart full of gifts, singing!

Xia Yu was so childlike that she improvised a Cantonese version of Christmas song she had heard somewhere: "Steamed cake buns, steamed cake buns, steamed cake buns, chocolate with populated sugar, order will be full, hey!"

Luoluo was originally interested in her mother, and now she heard her mother singing in a rough voice, although the singing was not good, but the little girl was still amused.

"Hee-hee!" I saw the little girl's big eyes with tears bent up, and like that, the pear blossoms brought rain, and her mother raised her little head and laughed eatingly.

"Oh, Luoluo, you're finally smiling!" Xia Yu couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly continued to sing the song just now.

Of course, Xia Yu himself forgot how to sing later, so he could only repeat "steamed cake buns, steamed cake buns".