Han Mo stepped down, and the chief director temporarily came on the stage to say a few words of thanks, because the host Li Manli needed to touch up her makeup, and the camera deliberately did not hit the position of the guest judges, giving them time to touch up their makeup.

What the chief director said, the audience was not in the mood to listen, everyone's emotions were affected by Han Mo's "Where Has Time Gone", and now they are busy wiping away the tears that they didn't have time to wipe away just now, and trying to control their mood that can't be calmed for a long time.

Li Manli has finished her makeup on stage again, and the voting of the public judges is over, there is no suspense in this scene, but there is still a small surprise, that is, it has created a record since the broadcast of "Looking for a Good Voice", for the first time, a singer has received 100 votes for a full vote, and each of the 100 public judges can write the names of three singers on each ticket, and Han Mo got 100 votes, which means that the name of Han Mo is written on the vote of each public judge.

There is nothing to be fooled about, the champion of this game is Han Mo, and he deserves his name.

Li Manli pronounced his name directly. From another level, it also proves one thing, the competition does not have to choose high-pitched songs, but can touch people's hearts in order to really infect people.

Han Jun in front of the TV handed the paper to Chen Yuehong.

Chen Yuehong took out a piece of paper, wiped the tears on her cheeks, then pulled out another one and held it in her hand, choked up and said, "Is this song also written by my son?"

Han Jun's eyes were red, "Didn't the host say it when he introduced it, original." ”

Chen Yuehong wiped her tears again, "My son has really grown up and is more sensible than before, but we are also old." ”

Han Jun let out a long breath, looked at the group photo of the three people on the coffee table, and said with relief and helplessness in his tone, "Yes." ”

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The next day

After the game, Han Mo didn't think about it anymore, the weather had been gloomy for the past few weeks, and the air was fresher and the sun was much brighter after the heavy rain.

The little guy was lying on the bed, enjoying a lazy weekend, with a slightly open little mouth, a fleshy little face, a small body sleeping in a big shape, some sounds from the kitchen from time to time, the little guy's long eyelashes trembled slightly, turned a position and continued to sleep.

Because it was a weekend, Xuanxuan didn't have to go to school, so Han Mo let the little guy sleep lazily and didn't wake her up.

Children like to eat sweets, and the little guy's favorite is strawberry cake, since the last time he had experience in making cookies, Han Mo has always wanted to try to make strawberry cake for children.

He is not good at baking, he has not been exposed to much, and he has been checking the biscuit for a long time in the cooking software before, and he has tried several times before he can finally do it so successfully in kindergarten.

Han Mo was going to take advantage of the child's weekend at home to make a strawberry cake, so he got up early to check the cake recipe.

There are all kinds of things for baking at home, so he first browsed the production process and had a rough idea of it, and then prepared all the tools he needed to bear the required weight.

After separating the egg whites, the egg whites need to be beaten, and the electric whisk is used to beat the egg whites.

The kitchen door was a glass retractable door, and Han Mo saw a small figure standing outside the door, and he stopped the electric whisk in his hand.

The little guy rubbed his eyes, sleepy-eyed, and his long eyelashes flickered.

Han Mo smiled and looked at the little man outside the glass, put down the whisk, walked to the glass door, and opened the door.

A soft and glutinous voice was still sleepy, "Dad." The little one still didn't wake up a little, and yawned big with his little mouth open.

Han Mo rubbed the top of the little guy's head, making the already messy hair even more messy, "Dad, what are you doing." The little guy asked in a daze.

"Dad is making strawberry cake for Xuanxuan. ”

The little guy who was still dazed suddenly had a cute smile on his face, and instantly cheered up, "Dad, can I help you?"

Han Mo pinched her fleshy little face, "Of course you can, but you have to wash your face and brush your teeth first." ”

The little guy nodded vigorously, and the thought of making strawberry cake with his own hands made him very happy.

Helped Xuanxuan wash her face and brush her teeth, and tied her braids again, because the little guy was too anxious to make strawberry cake with his father, and strongly asked that today's hair should not be combed too cumbersomely, just tie a ponytail.

Han Mo tied the little guy's ponytail very high, and finally rolled a small flower bag on the top of his head, and combed her with a cute ball head, no matter how anxious she was, she was beautiful.

Xuanxuan can't wait, she wants to join in the mysterious and sacred cake-making process, the more important step Han Mo can't let Xuanxuan do, no matter how sensible and dexterous the child is, he is only a child less than four years old, the main work is handed over to her, so don't think about eating strawberry cake.

Han Mo thought for a while, took out the strawberries and put them in the small basin used for washing fruits, "Xuanxuan wash the strawberries first, okay?" and then put the small basin on the chair that matched Xuanxuan's height.

The little guy seemed to have received a great job, and he gently rubbed each cute little strawberry very seriously, and said while washing it, "Little strawberry, little strawberry, I'm going to eat you in a while." After saying that, he laughed, then looked at his father, and stuffed one into his mouth while he was not paying attention, and then chewed secretly with his mouth puffed.

Han Mo turned his back to the child, his hands were busy, and he advised, "Xuanxuan, the strawberries need to be washed several times before they can be eaten, and after washing this time, Dad will change the water for you." ”

At this time, the strawberry in the little guy's mouth had not been completely swallowed, and he couldn't speak, so he could only puff out his little cheeks and "um, um" twice.

Because it was the first time to make a cake, Han Mo strictly followed the steps in the recipe, and was meticulous in both the load-bearing capacity and the standards that each step needed to meet, and he didn't dare to be sloppy at all.

Finally put the cake mold into the oven, adjust the time and temperature, close the oven door, Han Mo opened a box of whipping cream, and beat it in the same way as the egg whites, which is used for cake decoration.

The little one had already washed the strawberries and was having nothing to do, looking at his father in the hope that he could be assigned a new task.

Han Mo finished beating the cream, saw the little guy's thoughts, put out some of the cream, and took another decorator, "Can you help Dad put the cream into the decorator?"

Cream?mounter?

The little guy clapped his hands excitedly, "Okay, okay." ”

Xuanxuan used a rubber spatula to put the cream into the decorator very seriously, Han Mo filled the cream from the big basin, and the little guy held a small basin.

It seems simple, but it is not so easy to be accurate without getting it outside. For adults, you have to be careful, not to mention children, the little guy has a serious expression, for fear that the cute and sweet cream will be wasted on the outside of the decorator.

The cream is not so obedient, and after a while, the little guy's fleshy little hands are full of cream, and the little nose is a little itchy, so he wipes it casually, and he continues to work without caring about it.

Han Mo had already installed the decorator, and the cake in the oven was also cooling in the shade, he walked to the little guy's side, "Is Xuanxuan ready?"

Xuanxuan didn't look up just now, and Han Mo hadn't seen it yet, but this time she looked up, and sneered, "Xuanxuan, your face has become a little cat." ”

The little guy devoted himself to his work, and suddenly didn't react to what his father meant, and his cute big eyes blinked twice, "Huh?" subconsciously swept his nose with his little hand.

It has already become the face of a little flower cat, and it is even more flowery. Han Mo didn't rush to wash the child, let's talk about it when it's all done, besides, Xuanxuan's current appearance is too cute.

Han Mo smeared the cream on the cake, and the little guy watched with a little flower face with great interest, and exclaimed from time to time, "Wow puppet~"

"Xuanxuan, the most critical job of placing strawberries will be handed over to you, okay?" Han Mo said softly.

"Good, good. The little one can't wait to help, and in her little heart, putting strawberries is the most important step in making strawberry cake.

Xuanxuan didn't dare to blink with her eyes open, for fear that it would not be beautiful enough, so Han Mo cut the strawberries so that the child could pose as she liked.

Han Mo didn't intervene, took off his gloves and watched from the side.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and he glanced at the mobile phone on the table, and the screen was beating "Meng Meng Mom".

Mengmeng is Xuanxuan's good friend, and often uses her mother's mobile phone to call Xuanxuan, Han Mo guessed that it must be the same this time, and casually swiped the phone.

There was no Meng Meng's crisp voice on the phone, but Meng Meng's mother, "Han Mo's father, I'm sorry, I can't participate in tomorrow's 'Show Your Hand' activity, can we string it together? You go first tomorrow, and I'll be next week." ”