"Are you ready, Mr. Big Wintermelon!"

"Ready, Mr. Papa!"

Nie Zheng threw his daughter on the bed, and the little guy rolled around the bed a few times.

"Cluck.... Qingqing is a big winter melon!"

"Catch it, make a winter melon cup!"

Nie Zheng hugged his daughter in his arms, "Giggles, oops, oops, Dad's face is not slippery, it's prickly, it's prickly!", the daughter moved her little face away in disgust and didn't let her father touch it.

"By the way, Dad hasn't shaved in a few days!"

"Huh! Dirty Dad!"

"It's not a dirty dad, because in the past few days, I have to send the old woman of the bell tower to the sky, and my father will not shave, it is a respect for the old woman, and I will shave it tomorrow morning!"

"Ahh Daddy Daddy Daddy!"

The little princess sweetly gave her father a kiss.

"One is not enough!" Nie Zheng was so greedy that he was desperately greedy.

"That's enough, that's enough!

Qingqing kicks her little feet, dodging the attack of her father's serial kiss.

"Ah..... Dad, Dad, didn't you say that Yingying and Linlin should come to our house to make winter melon cups?"

The daughter leaned sideways, hugged her father tightly, and put her feet on her father's belly unscrupulously.

"That's right!" Nie Zheng remembered that he had promised Shen Wan's two granddaughters in the playground that he would make a winter melon cup for them next time, he touched his daughter's little head, "Dad has forgotten, it's better for Qingqing to have a good memory!"

"Yes, Qingqing doesn't need to eat pig brains, and she has a good memory, but her aunt can't do it, her mother-in-law wants her to eat pig brains every day, and she says that she has become a little pig!"

Nie Zheng hugged his daughter, it felt amazing, a little guy who only had a little bit, his mind was full of whimsical ideas, and her smile could touch his heart.

What's even more amazing is that the little guy has the same blood and genes flowing in his body, "hey", Nie Zheng couldn't help laughing.

"Dad, what are you laughing at?"

"Dad is wondering, did Dad look the same as Qingqing when he was a child, and he was also running around!"

"Stupid Dad, just look at the photos!"

"Dad didn't have a camera or a cell phone when he was a kid, so he didn't have any photos!"

Nie Zheng has been an orphan for two lifetimes, and his childhood was unhappy, and he has subconsciously forgotten his childhood, where do he still remember what he looked like when he was four or five years old.

"Well, then give Dad the same as Qingqing!Ah... Daddy, Daddy, hit pat pat!"

"Daddy forgot!"

Nie Zheng gently patted his daughter's little buttocks, and her daughter's small hand gently stroked her father's arm.

It's not that Nie Zheng has forgotten, but he feels that his daughter went to kindergarten and didn't go to kindergarten was a watershed moment, and after arriving in kindergarten, she seems to have grown up a lot, and she no longer needs this kind of baby-like care.

Nie Zheng looked at his daughter, her daughter had closed her eyes, her long eyelashes were still so beautiful, and her round little face seemed to be a little longer than when they first met, and she was developing towards the melon seed face, her daughter had indeed grown up, and it should be said that she was growing.

It is estimated that the daughter did not have her parents to take care of her when she was a child, and even if she grew up, she still longed for the care she had when she was a baby.

"Dad, Dad, do you know what Qingqing did in kindergarten today?"

The daughter muttered softly, not asleep yet.

"I don't know, are you trick-or-treating?"

"Yes, there is trick-or-treating, but I didn't just arrived at the kindergarten, this morning the teacher asked the children to make dumplings! Qingqing made a big bag, and then, whew, the meat inside ran out...."

"Qingqing is so good at making dumplings!"

"Well, Qingqing is very powerful, let Qingqing tell Dad, today's dumplings, there are green, some are like the ones we eat, the green ones are made of vegetables, and they are wrapped with corn, Dad, do you know what dumplings Qingqing likes to eat?"

"Meat dumplings!"

"Well, Qingqing likes to eat meat, but she doesn't like to eat mutton dumplings, mutton can't make dumplings, you can only make mutton skewers and barbecue, hmph, they don't understand!"

"Then Qingqing has to tell them!"

Nie Zheng kissed his daughter on the cheek, and a smile appeared on the corner of her daughter's mouth, without any disgust.

"Daddy, Daddy, do you remember what you said?"

"I forgot!" Nie Zheng didn't know what his daughter was going to say, so he could only answer like this, "Dad will buy a pig brain for himself tomorrow to eat, and after eating it, he will become a big pig!"

"Ahh That Qingqing has a big pig father, a poisonous queen mother, a little pig aunt, and a little rabbit cub!"

"Hmph! Dad forgot, that morning, Dad told Qingqing that next time we make dumplings for breakfast, my aunt will also know!"

"By the way, Qingqing has such a good memory!"

Nie Zheng remembered that it was the first morning with his daughter, Tang Ning bought breakfast, and he boasted in front of the two little princesses, saying that he would make dumplings with them next time.

Tang Ning said that children are easy to deceive, as long as you say it, she will take it seriously, so you can't lie to children, you never know how happy children are in the process of anticipation.

"And when are we going to make dumplings?" Qingqing was anxious about everything, even when she was about to fall asleep.

"Why don't you bring some friends over this Saturday?"

"Okay!"

"Then what friends does Qingqing have?"

"Ying Ying and Linlin, aunt, mother, Sister Chenxi, Sister Xiaoli, Mr. Lao Huang, Mr. Xiao Zhong...."

"Do you have any good friends in kindergarten?"

"Yes!" Qingqing's little finger swiped on her father's arm, "Fangfang, Dongdong, Xiaoyun..."

"Didn't Qingqing have a boyfriend?" Nie Zheng wanted to deny it in his heart, even if his daughter was a five-year-old child, he would be jealous.

"Yesterday a boy knocked Xiaoyun's paintbrush to the ground and was still laughing, and Xiaoyun cried, Qingqing walked over and pointed at the boy, "Huh!

"Is my little princess so fierce?"

"Yes! It's very fierce!" Qingqing said proudly, "But my aunt told Qingqing that if someone bullied Qingqing, she would tell the teacher!"

"Yes, you have to tell the teacher!" Nie Zheng thought for a while, "If you want him to bully you, you kick his ass first, and then tell the teacher, remember, you must kick and then tell the teacher, you can't be stupid to bully people!"

"Not stupid!"

"Qingqing, Qingqing, Dad asks you a question, who is your best friend?"

"Daddy.... Daddy, pat pat!"

"Good!"

Regardless of whether the daughter said that her best friend is her father, in short, he thinks that it must be, in this principle, even Yang Ying cannot give in.

Click!

The door opened gently, and Yang Ying walked in, her face puffed out, as if she was angry, and she made a gesture on Nie Zheng's shoulder to give it a beating....