It is said that men don't flick when they have tears, but Xiaohu's father cried, he didn't suppress it anymore, he cried unscrupulously, Xiaohu's father clearly remembered that this was the second time he cried when he became an adult.

And the first time I cried like this, I heard the first cry of the little tiger after birth while standing outside the delivery room.

Xiaohu's mother gave birth to Xiaohu that year, insisted on smooth delivery, he accompanied her in the delivery room for 7 hours, watching his wife in pain but unable to do anything, and finally because of the abnormal fetal position, he was dragged to the operating room for a caesarean section, and the caesarean section could not accompany the delivery, so he was pushed outside the operating room.

Pregnancy initially hopes that the child will be beautiful, smart, and grow up to study well, be versatile, and be excellent in all aspects.

But at this moment, he only hopes that the child can be born safely, that's all.

In that short half hour, he experienced the longest wait of his life, apprehension, restlessness, anxiety, a blank in his mind, he had never been so dazed, he could not do anything but wait.

It was that cry that ended all this, and it was that cry that left him with tears for the first time in adulthood, overwhelmed with joy, too happy, too excited, but tears crossed the corners of his mouth.

He still clearly remembers the first thing the nurse said to him when she came out with the child in her arms, "Eight pounds and two taels, fifty centimeters, a big fat son." ”

Before the child was born, he had fantasized about countless scenes of meeting the little one, and even thought of the first opening sentence, but the moment he really saw his son, it turned out to be his most embarrassed appearance, tears flowed down uncontrollably, and he wanted to show off to everyone around him, this little thing is his son, he has a son.

The joy and love at that time were gradually forgotten by him with the passage of time......

At this moment, holding Xiaohu in the same way, time flies, and four years have passed in a flash.

Fortunately, it was in time, fortunately he was able to hold the child, fortunately the child was still willing to snuggle up to him, fortunately, it was not too late, fortunately, fortunately......

Xiaohu's father wiped the tears on his cheeks, and he couldn't help himself with guilt.

"The only question I got right was the size of the child's shoes, because when I was putting on his shoes in the morning, I accidentally saw it, and I sighed at the time, this child's feet grow so fast. Rarity's dad sighs.

"I'm similar to you, and I only learned about her shoe size when I wore shoes today, and the fruit she likes to eat, because before leaving yesterday morning, she told her mother that she wanted to eat strawberries, and I heard it. "Mengmeng's father is also ashamed.

"We all ignore the growth of our children, thinking that making money is the most important mission, and even when the children are sick, my wife and the child's grandmother follow me, I will only work overtime, have meetings, work overtime, and then have meetings, what kind of father is this. ”

"Why don't I, we are not qualified fathers, if time can come back, I want to spend more time with the child, ask her what she likes to eat, what to play, and try to meet her requirements. ”

"Don't say anything, let's count a few of them, while we can still hold the children's hands, shake their little hands more, and hug them more while they are still willing to let us hold them in their arms and not dislike us." ”

Several other fathers also read the answers written by their children, and couldn't help but sigh, no matter how good and successful they played in other positions, but in the identity of the father, they were all unqualified.

Han Mo didn't speak, but he took it all in, although he answered all of them correctly this time, but there were many questions that were a little ambiguous, such as the happiest thing, in fact, it was guessed, he didn't really want to know what would make the little guy happy, he really thought about the child simply.

Xuanxuan walked up to Han Mo and held her father's hand, "Dad, why is my uncle crying." ”

The little guy couldn't figure out the situation, looked at his father with big watery eyes, and held his father's big hand tightly, a little uneasy.

Han Mo gently helped the little guy smooth the bangs in front of his forehead, "Uncle is sad because he answered all the questions in Teacher Ding's exam just now." ”

The little guy raised his little head, as if relieved, and continued in a soft and glutinous voice, "Dad, you tell your uncle not to be sad, Teacher Ding said that if you do the wrong question, just write the correct answer again, and don't do it again next time." ”

Han Mo nodded, "Okay, Dad will go tell Uncle in a while." Then he rubbed the top of the little one's head dotingly.

But the test paper can be changed and redone, but time can't be repeated.

The fathers who originally wanted to win kindergarten meals through this set of topics were very heavy.

"Let's go, let's go learn to cook with Xiao Han, I can't cook hard dishes, and I have to learn one or two simple home cooking." Rarity's dad suggests.

"I have to learn a dish, I've never cooked for Xiaohu before. Xiaohu's father's eyes were still a little red, and he touched his son's round brain and said.

"Let's start with this first meal and be a qualified father. Let's take a walk, get the ingredients, and go to Xiao Han to learn how to cook together. ”

Originally, Han Mo also wanted to cook for everyone, after all, the Han Mo they made was impossible to eat, and now they took the initiative to ask for study and help, Han Mo naturally had no opinion.

As they said, the fathers were not lazy, there were those who washed the vegetables, some who cut the vegetables, and those who were specifically responsible for plating, and everyone did what they could, so that all the dishes looked at nothing, the original slices became blocks, and the ones that were originally shredded became strips.

Xiaohu's father was the most active, and strongly asked Han Mo to guide him to make shredded potatoes, he said that children like shredded potatoes, and he always said that children have no taste, and shredded potatoes are delicious, but now he wants to learn this, make it for his son, and make his son happy.

It's not difficult to shred potatoes, starting from cutting potatoes, Han Mo asked Xiaohu's father to make it himself, and he just commanded it on the side, although Xiaohu's father had never cooked before, he learned it quickly, and he looked good, but his knife skills were a little worse.

"Son, try it. Xiaohu's father brought the dishes he fried for the first time to the table and came to his son's side.

Xiaohu was also very excited, it was the first time he ate his father's fried dishes, and his meaty little hands quickly picked up the chopsticks, picked them up slightly clumsily and stuffed them into his mouth.

Xiaohu's father looked at his son with anticipation, swallowed nervously, watched his son put his fried vegetables in his mouth, and as the potatoes were put in his mouth, Xiaohu chewed seriously.

"Okay, is it delicious?" asked the little tiger father in a low voice.

Xiaohu's eyes widened suddenly, "It's delicious, Dad, the potato strips you fried are really delicious, even better than Mom's fried ones." ”

Hearing his son's praise was happier than anything else, Xiaohu's father smiled excitedly, "I'll just say, as long as I want to do nothing I can't do, cooking, it's very simple, son, if you like it, Dad will do it for you every day in the future, let's do it differently, hehe, Dad will definitely spend more time with you in the future." After speaking, he touched his son's round head again.

Xiaohu nodded vigorously while eating the dishes made by his father, no one knew how much he hoped that his father could spend more time with him in the child's heart.

Seeing his son eating so happily, Xiaohu's father was very relieved and satisfied, and suddenly said with a smile as if he remembered something, "But son, Dad fried shredded potatoes, not potato strips." ”