Wang Bao didn't expect that he would write a song in one go. So when he finished writing, he started to try to arrange the music, and then started playing and singing on his guitar.

No matter what others will think of it after listening to it, Wang Bao thinks this "Guardian" is really good. The melody is beautiful and the lyrics are simple, but after Wang Bao sings, a strong sense of love can be felt in the whole song.

The more Wang Bao sang, the more he felt good, so he went to his small studio and began to record the song.

Wang Bao installed a small, or miniature recording studio, in his home. Although the place is not big, the equipment is quite complete and advanced. So Wang Bao recorded a song by himself, or a sample, which was really effortless.

After the song was recorded, Wang Bao remembered the big bone broth stewed on the pot, he put down his guitar and ran downstairs in a hurry. But when he got to the kitchen door, he found that the bone broth was completely fine, but the soup was missing, and there was no paste.

"Fortunately, if it's five minutes late, I guess I won't have any soup to drink!" Wang Bao turned off the heat and began to serve the soup.

Originally, it was supposed to be enough for a whole insulated box, but now it is only two-thirds of it, so it still took a little longer, and the soup was boiled.

After loading the big bone broth, Wang Bao took his mobile phone and went out with a soup bucket.

Driving to the hospital, Wang Baojing went to the ward. When he opened the door and went in, he saw his mother-in-law Yu Qingyu and his father-in-law Zhang Wanzai there.

"Mom and Dad, when did you come?" Wang Bao put the soup bucket away and greeted the second elder.

"When did Xiaobao come back? Is this a soup stewed for Chenchen?"

"I came back last night! It's not that the doctor said that he would stew some bone broth for Zichen, give her calcium supplements, and make it easier for her to breastfeed, so I stewed big bone broth at home. As Wang Bao spoke, he opened the lid of the soup bucket.

The moment Wang Bao opened the lid of the soup bucket, the whole room was filled with the rich smell of bone broth.

"When you smell this, you know that this soup is delicious!" At this time, Sister-in-law Jin was also in the house, and she spoke for the first time.

Generally, the confinement lady should be able to cook confinement meals, so she is good at cooking, especially stewed soup. But as soon as she smelled Wang Bao's stewed soup, she knew that this big star was really a person who could cook.

"That's not it, Xiaobao turned out to be a chef, and he is the best at cooking!" Yu Qingyu heard Sister-in-law Jin speak, and immediately said in a proud tone.

When she heard someone praise Wang Bao as if she were her own son, she felt proud and proud from the bottom of her heart.

"That's no wonder! I said, if this soup didn't work, it wouldn't have tasted like this. "Sister-in-law Jin is a middle-aged woman, and she is busy with work as a whole, so she is not very familiar with Wang Bao and other entertainment stars.

She only knows that Wang Bao and Zhang Zichen are big stars, but she doesn't know the specific resumes of the two. So about Wang Bao being a cook before, Sister-in-law Jin didn't know.

Wang Bao did not interject during the period, but took out Zhang Zichen's bowl for dinner, filled her with a small bowl of soup, and prepared to feed her.

Zhang Zichen had already woken up when her parents came, so Wang Bao was going to feed her soup. But she is now a maternity, not disabled, so she doesn't need to be fed by Wang Bao.

"I'll do it myself!" Although Zhang Zichen enjoyed Wang Bao's care and care, she was a little embarrassed in front of her parents and sister-in-law Jin. So she took the bowl in Wang Bao's hand and drank the soup with the bowl herself.

During this time, in order to get milk early and produce more milk, Zhang Zichen really drank a lot of soup. Because mothers can't eat too much, and it can't be too salty, so a lot of soup is very greasy and doesn't taste good.

Originally, she thought that Wang Bao's stewed soup was the same this time, but she didn't expect it to look greasy, but it didn't taste greasy. And there is also a faint taste of monosodium glutamate, which is relatively delicious.

So Zhang Zichen didn't even fight this time, and drank it directly in one go.

"You slow down!" Wang Bao turned the bowl, then pulled out a piece of paper, wiped Zhang Zichen's mouth, and asked, "Do you still drink?"

"Another bowl!" Zhang Zichen said very boldly.

It seems that this period of time has really suffocated her, so she decided to drink more of such a flavorful soup.

Wang Bao didn't think about anything else, but turned around and served him another bowl.

Zhang Zichen drank half of the soup in a bucket, and then he didn't want to drink it. After all, it's a big bone broth, no matter how greasy it is, it's greasy in the mouth after drinking too much.

Subsequently, Wang Bao, Yu Qingyu and Zhang Wansui, plus Zhang Zichen, chatted for a while. It wasn't until the child woke up and Zhang Zichen wanted to breastfeed that Yu Qingyu and Zhang Wansui got up and left.

Wang Bao was here, and the two of them were much more relieved, so they went home directly.

After feeding the child, Wang Baoyou changed a diaper for himself, and then put him in the crib and covered him with a small quilt.

The two looked at their son for a while, and then Wang Baocai whispered: "When I was stewing soup just now, inspiration came and I wrote a song, do you want to listen to it?"

Zhang Zichen didn't expect Wang Bao to finish writing the song so quickly, she took Wang Bao's mobile phone with curiosity, put on headphones, and began to listen to the song.

Wang Bao's distinctive, slightly hoarse voice came from the headphones. The faint but strong love in the song penetrates into Zhang Zichen's ears and stays in his mind through the sound.

"Excellent!"

Zhang Zichen wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, raised his eyes, looked at Wang Bao with red eyes, and said sincerely.

Wang Bao's heart has been hanging since Zhang Zichen listened to the song. Now he saw Zhang Zichen take off his headphones, and then said such a sentence, and a smile appeared on his face.

But Wang Bao still asked, "Is it still good? I'm afraid that I can't write well, and I'm worried that I can't do it." ”

"It's great! I didn't mean to praise you, but this song is really good, and the meaning is very good. ”

After getting Zhang Zichen's exact answer, Wang Bao's hanging heart was completely grounded.

"You can pronounce the source, I think this is another masterpiece of yours. Zhang Zichen said to Wang Bao very seriously.

Wang Bao originally didn't plan to pronounce the song because he didn't know how he wrote it. But now that Zhang Zichen says this, he has confidence, because Zhang Zichen is also a professional singer.

"Then send it and try it, but I want to donate all the income from the sound source, which can be regarded as praying for our son. Wang Bao thought for a moment and said what he thought. 、

"Of course! There is no problem with this! You can just call the shots in this matter!" Zhang Zichen generously waved his hand and said that Wang Bao could make his own decision.

Although Wang Bao may not have the consequences of his wife and slave at home, it is generally Zhang Zichen who has the final say. This time he finally caught an opportunity, and Wang Bao naturally couldn't let it go easily.

So he immediately went outside to call and inform Lao Yang that he was going to record a new song.

Lao Zhang has become a finger Zen! It's still not very convenient to code words, and this chapter is hard to finish. I'm sleepy, Lao Zhang is going to sleep, good night everyone!

(End of chapter)