Life needs a little sense of ritual!

Yang Yan put knives, forks, plates and other "tools" on the dining table, as if the chef was about to start cooking, and then he pretended to tie an apron, rubbed his hands, and said with a smile to Luoluo, who was sitting on the "C seat" opposite the dining table: "You want to make delicious food for Luoluo!"

Luoluo didn't know what her father was doing, she sat on the baby dining chair opposite her father, looking at her father blankly, until her father called her, she subconsciously raised her little face and looked at her father.

"Hee-hee!" Although she still couldn't comprehend her father's intention to wait for such a stern battle, the little girl who loved to laugh was still inexplicably amused by her father, and she saw her look at her father's grinning little mouth, and her little tongue was slightly shy, and she smiled sweetly.

"Dad and Mom ate bread just now, so the theme of Luoluo's breakfast today is also bread!" Yang Yan responded with a gentle smile to her daughter, and as she spoke, she took out two slices of toast from the bag next to her and showed them to Luoluo.

Luoluo opened his little mouth slightly, looked at his father for a while, and then stretched out his little hand, pointed to the bread in his father's hand, and said a few words.

"Toast bread, Luoluo, this is called bread! You will see it later, you can also say bread, Dad, bread is delicious!" Yang Yan laughed, teaching Luoluo the pronunciation of the names of some common items in life in a positive tone.

Luoluo's big round eyes looked at her father and blinked, her little hand was not put down, but she unconsciously withdrew her hand in front of her, she could understand the meaning of her father's letting herself learn to speak, and the well-behaved and smart little girl also learned seriously: "Hmm, don't dial ......"

"Bread ......" Yang Yan took out a knife, carefully cut out the golden edges of the two slices of bread, and continued to correct Luoluo's pronunciation.

"Hee-hmm! bao! eat and eat......" fell in front of her father, who was still more willing to speak, but she hadn't learned it yet, so she began to play freely.

"Okay, eat bread, Dad is making it for you!" Yang Yan raised his head and smiled slightly at the little girl, but he quickly lowered his head again and used a knife to cut two thin and soft pieces of toast into an oval shape without edges and corners.

This process requires a little patience and effort, after all, the outer ring of the baked golden brown is cut off, and the remaining piece of white bread is relatively soft, cannot be pulled and torn, and is easily deformed under the action of external forces.

Luoluo saw that her father was concentrating on cutting bread and stopped talking, and her attention shifted from her father's cool face to her father's big hand that "can turn magic". The little girl's eyes as pure as obsidian looked intently at her father, at the two slices of bread that he had cut, and at the corners and corners of the rest of the bread......

Yang Yan quickly prepared the ingredients, and the slightly harder bread edges that he had cut out before were also cut into small pieces and small pieces.

I saw Yang Yan smile and stack two oval white bread vertically and horizontally, it looks a bit like building a snowman, but this is not a snowman, Yang Yan combined the brown bread cut into small pieces and put out two "mountain" characters on both sides of the white bread, and a cute deer head appeared on the plate!

"We're making Santa's deer now!

The little girl stretched her little neck curiously, she didn't pay attention to what her father had to say, and the bread on the plate was stacked with interesting patterns, which had already attracted her attention.

Yang Yan continues to refine his work.

I saw that he took out a cherry with a full color and crystal clear, and cut it around with a knife, cutting it in half, and removing the seeds in the middle.

Not all small fruits, such as cherries and grapes, are not suitable for children to eat, as long as they are handled properly, such as grapes peeled and seeds, children can still eat, and the soft flesh will not be like a single grape, which has the risk of choking or choking.

Of course, like Luoluo, after having small teeth, the baby will chew it with his teeth when eating, and most of the fruits can be eaten by themselves, and there is no need to use a small spoon to dig the flesh into mud.

Interestingly, she also likes to eat fruits, and likes to eat fruits that she can chew on her own, such as apple puree, which is not popular with her.

No, while Dad was cooking the cherries, the little girl became excited.

She's eaten this fruit!

Sweet and sour, especially delicious!

"Baba, hee-hee, yes, Luoluo!" the little girl's soft and glutinous voice came out, and she screamed milkily like a coquette, and she also stretched out her little hand and looked at her father expectantly, as if she couldn't wait to eat.

"Okay! Okay!" Yang Yan quickly finished, he put the two petals of cherries on the eyes, and then cut two thin strips of bread and put them on to make nostrils, then he pushed the small plate up with a smile and sent it to his little customer, his voice said clearly, "Yang Xiaoluo, please use it slowly!"

It's a pity that at this time, Luoluo is no longer amused by his father's "imitation show" as before!

The little girl didn't even care how beautiful and cute the fawn that her father had worked so hard to put out, and she didn't seem to pity the jade at all, she went straight to the hand, grabbed the half cherry on the white bread, and stuffed it into her little mouth.

"Hee-hmm, hmm-hmm......" began to eat the coveted, sweet and sour cherry, and the little girl smiled crookedly, her mouth bulging, looked at her father, and laughed sullenly.

"Eat bread too!" Yang Yan took a bowl of clear soup made with bones and carrots, put a small spoon, and also put it on the small table in front of the little girl. Seeing that she was eating happily, he also smiled with satisfaction.

It may be that from a very early age, Yang Yan consciously let Luoluo sit at the dinner table to eat with her parents, and often let her grab the stewed radish and eat it by herself, Luoluo is not a picky eater or anorexic like some children!

The little girl doesn't even need her father to feed her now, she prefers to hold her own small utensils and learn from her father and mother to eat independently.

No, when the father brought the soup, the little girl grabbed her little bowl with her two little hands, leaned her head over, and took two sips with a gurgling mouthful.

Although the movements were still a little uncoordinated, some soup flowed down from the corners of her mouth and lower lip, some dripped on the small table, and some dripped onto her front bib, but these can be cleaned up later, Yang Yan looked at it with a smile, and did not disturb the little girl's interest in eating by herself.

After Luoluo took two sips of soup, he slowly raised his little head, wanting to look at his father again and see his praising smile.

However, the little girl's long eyelashes flashed, but her eyes fell on her father's hand, and she saw that he was picking up a small piece of white bread that had just been cut and leftover, and she did not react until she watched him stuff the small piece of white bread into his mouth.

Hey, didn't Dad eat with Mom? Why do you still eat breakfast?

"Hmm!" the little girl pouted, and her little hand was raised, pointing to her father's moving mouth.

Knowing a daughter is like a father, can Yang Yan still not understand what his daughter means?

He laughed and pointed to the two large slices of white bread that had not been touched in front of Luoluo, and said, "Don't you still have it?