After eating, Tong Zhao was washing the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, humming an unknown song in his mouth, obviously in a good mood. Tong Wenwen was doing her homework on the table, her eyes secretly skimmed Tong Zhao in the kitchen, and then quickly bowed down and slipped to the bedroom like a kitten.

With very quick hands and feet, he threw out a small bag of snacks from the place where Tong Zhao had put snacks before, and then quickly returned to his living room. Secretly opened the small bag of snacks, and secretly looked at Tong Zhao who was washing dishes in the kitchen, while eating snacks gently.

The scene looked a little unbearable, a child who was only a few years old actually played like an underground agent and did such secrets?

In Tong Wenwen's heart, the snack war between her and her father has started, and she must be in an advantageous position in this war.

Tong Zhao finished washing the dishes, washed his hands and walked to the living room, and found that Tong Wenwen didn't look much after doing her homework seriously. walked to the sofa, turned on his computer, and continued to flip through the information, while coding the article "Star Change" with a small number of words.

With a slight turn of the head, I might as well write some relatively small stories on Weibo, after all, a few of those who wrote stories on Weibo in their previous lives were successful.

"What story have you written?" Tong Zhao thought secretly, stroking his forehead.

Tong Wenwen watched Tong Zhao constantly thinking about things in front of her notebook, so she quietly took out the snacks in her pocket and stuffed them into her mouth. The little mouth was swollen and chubby munching on these fried foods, and the look on his face seemed to be very satisfied.

"Why don't you just write 'Passing by Your World'. Tong Zhao hit it off, and the short length of the story passing by "From Your World" just met everything Tong Zhao wanted.

Although it is said that in Tong Zhao's world, this book has a mixed reputation, but it is still the old saying that no book can be 100% affirmed, so facing these things with a normal heart is the best answer. Besides, whether they scold or boast, they are all based on having read their own book.

When it's finalized, a new document is opened, and then your fingers are dancing on the keyboard. Soon, the first part of the first story was typed, telling the story of a simple and witty prophecy from playing cards online at the beginning to create a flow of nonsense, and then the conversation turned to the story of knowing Mao 18.

Weibo can be edited, and Tong Zhao feels that he doesn't need to post a complete story in an instant. It's better to post a little first, get some attention from readers, and then post a little more, and accumulate heat in the continuous editing, after all, a story is not how long.

After clicking on Weibo to post it, Tong Zhao felt that someone was running around in his house. Turning his eyes slightly, he found that Tong Wenwen's forehead was sitting on the table with a little sweat stain and writing her homework, her mouth was still bulging, and she obviously stuffed a lot of things in her mouth.

Tong Zhao didn't break it at the first time, after all, it was his baby daughter who always had to give her another chance.

Turning her eyes back to the notebook, Tong Wenwen, who was highly concentrated, breathed a sigh of relief, and she was so frightened that she was surprised by the fact that she was stealing snacks by herself. I wiped the sweat stains on my forehead with my little hands, and continued to write my homework in my notebook.

Tong Zhao's eyes saw Tong Wenwen's little action, and he also laughed a little in his heart. Although I don't understand how Tong Wenwen found the place where he stored snacks, but he couldn't help that place when it was discovered, blindly hiding snacks would only backfire, it was better to educate Tong Wenwen than that.

After the first part of the first story of "Passing by Your World" was released, Tong Zhao was hammering his "Star Change" again. The signing of the contract has also passed, and the discussion area under "Star Change" is boiling, and Tong Zhao didn't take too much to look at it.

After all, the genre of Xiaobaiwen suddenly appeared in the genre of online novels that are full of literary and youthful style, and it will definitely meet with a certain amount of resistance. But in the future, it will capture the hearts of most readers with its unique charm, and the question of whether readers don't like Xiaobaiwen in the future is a later story.

Tong Zhao finished the code and looked at the time, it was past eight o'clock, and it was time for Tong Wenwen to take a bath and sleep. After Tong Wenwen finished her homework, she returned to the bedroom to draw, but Tong Zhao also knew that one of her hidden thoughts was to continue to steal snacks in the bedroom, and Tong Zhao would not speak if she was not caught openly.

Therefore, Tong Zhao's footsteps slowed down slightly, suppressed his footsteps, and slowly walked towards the bedroom.

Tong Wenwen was lying on the bed with a paintbrush and drawing on paper, while she had prepared a few snacks on the bedside table in advance. After drawing for a while, he directly picked up the snack and ate it all in his mouth, and suddenly a voice sounded: "Wenwen, what are you doing?"

This voice was like a thunderbolt in the sunny sky, and it scared Tong Wenwen at the moment. Then he hurriedly blocked the snacks on the bedside table with his body, looked at Tong Zhao with a little timidity and said, "Dad, Dad, I'm painting." ”

Tong Wenwen's eyes didn't dare to look directly into Tong Zhao's eyes, this kind of performance of being a thief and weak heart Tong Zhao could see it at a glance. And Tong Wenwen used her body to block the snacks on the bedside table, but Tong Zhao stood and looked directly at the snacks that Tong Wenwen could block.

"Is that right? Wenwen, will Dad tell you a new story today?" Tong Zhao thought about it and didn't look very angry, but sat directly on the bed and whispered to Tong Wenwen.

"Doraemon?" Tong Wenwen wondered.

"No, no, no, Daddy will tell you a story about Pinocchio. Tong Zhao waved his hand, thinking that educating children should also be divided into methods, and it was best to find a method that was not disgusted by people on both sides to teach Tong Wenwen.

Obviously, storytelling is a good idea.

"In a small town, there lived an old uncle who specialized in making toys. As soon as Tong Zhao told the story, Tong Wenwen would become very quiet, and then continued: "The old uncle has no children, and his life is very lonely. ”

Tong Wenwen was instantly fascinated by the story when she heard that Pinocchio was turned into a real child by a fairy. Tong Wenwen's interest in this story is even greater, as Pinocchio is deceived by the cunning fox and cat, Tong Wenwen's heart is hanging a big stone.

When it was said that Pinocchio's nose kept getting longer when he was lying, Tong Wenwen subconsciously touched her nose, and after listening to the whole story, she obediently said to Tong Zhao: "Dad, I was wrong." ”

"Oh, what's wrong with Wenwen?"

"Wenwen shouldn't steal snacks, shouldn't lie to her father. "The effect of a story is very good, looking at Tong Wenwen's reformed appearance, Tong Zhao is also relatively satisfied.

"Oh?"

"Daddy, am I going to have a long nose like Pinocchio?"

"Well...... Tong Zhao thought for a while and said, "If you don't tell a lie, the fairy won't make your nose longer." ”

"Really?"

"Of course. ”

"Then I'll never lie again, I'll have to snack in front of my dad in the future. ”

Tong Zhao: "......"