When he was busy in the company, time passed very quickly, Tong Zhao recalled that when he composed music, Song Chen found a recording studio and some music producers for Tong Zhao in the company.

The recording of "Goodbye Eighteen Years Old" was in full swing, and Tong Zhao felt dissatisfied with singing it a few times at first, so he kept singing it again.

Tong Zhao is demanding perfection, for the perfection of art.

It wasn't until Tong Zhao recalled his full youth that he sang the song after he endlessly vented his youthful emotions, and told Song Chen to upload the audio of the song after the variety show he was about to record was over.

Tong Zhao wiped the sweat from his forehead and rushed to the parking lot without stopping.

He's going to pick up someone.

A person who only made a promise to him today, if he doesn't do it, he will become a puppy.

Recalling Tong Wenwen's smile, a smile appeared on Tong Zhao's mouth, and the tiredness on his body also dissipated a little.

……

Starlight Kindergarten.

Tong Wenwen was held by Zhou Ziwei's little hand, looking at the wide street with anticipation, and the other little hand was carefully holding a painting.

"Wenwen, maybe your father is busy today and can't come to pick you up." Zhou Ziwei looked at Tong Wenwen's constant looking around, and said, "Why don't the teacher send you back today." ”

Zhou Ziwei didn't have Tong Zhao's phone, but the user was busy when she dialed the phone number reserved by Ye Hanbian here. There is nothing she can do, Tong Wenwen insists on waiting for Tong Zhao to pick her up, so she can only accompany this little girl to wait here.

"No, Daddy will pick me up." Tong Wenwen's eyes were a little anxious, but she looked at the painting she was holding tightly in her hand and said again: "I have pulled the hook with my father, and the hook is not allowed to change for a hundred years, whoever changes is a puppy." ”

"Okay, then we'll wait for your father." Zhou Ziwei looked at Tong Wenwen's persistent appearance, and she couldn't bear to poke her mind.

But it's been almost an hour since school ended, and Tong Zhao hasn't appeared yet.

It didn't take long for a car to stop at the door.

Tong Zhao hurriedly pushed the car door and walked down.

Tong Wenwen saw Tong Zhao's figure, with a hint of joy in her eyes, and walked towards Tong Zhao and said, "Dad, Dad." ”

Tong Zhao quickly squatted down, looked at Tong Wenwen's happy appearance, pinched her little face and said, "Wenwen is not well-behaved in school today." ”

"Wenwen is very well-behaved." Tong Wenwen said, then put her painting behind her with both hands, leaned over Tong Zhao's ear and said, "Dad, Wenwen has prepared a gift for you today." ”

"Oh? What gift? Tong Zhao had actually noticed the painting in Tong Wenwen's hand a long time ago, but because Tong Wenwen was so mysterious, he didn't say it explicitly.

"When I get back, I'll show you to Dad." Tong Wenwen deliberately sold a pass.

"Good, good, good." Tong Zhao smiled.

Then he got up, took Tong Wenwen's hand with one hand and said to Zhou Ziwei: "Teacher Zhou, I'm sorry, there were some accidents on the road when I just came over, which caused a traffic jam. I'm especially sorry for you staying with Wenwen for so long today. ”

Tong Zhao could have arrived earlier, but because of a traffic accident on the way here, he was stuck in traffic for a long time. This also caused Tong Wenwen to wait for him dryly at the door of the kindergarten like a father stone, and Zhou Ziwei was also involved in accompanying him.

"It's okay, it's my job." Zhou Ziwei smiled.

"It's just that Mr. Tong, your relationship with your daughter is quite good, Tong Wenwen has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Ashamed, ashamed." Tong Zhao touched the back of his head.

It is good that he has a good relationship with his daughter, but he has not done too much and is not perfect enough for Tong Wenwen, otherwise Tong Wenwen would not have suffered so much today.

Zhou Ziwei stretched.

The pair of white rabbits on his chest kept beating, and he was shocked to look at Tong Zhao.

"Alright, today's business is all done, call it a day. Goodbye, Mr. Tong. Zhou Ziwei waved her hand at Tong Zhao.

"Goodbye."

Zhou Ziwei also walked quickly, leaving Tong Zhao with a back.

"Let's go, Wenwen, let's go home." Tong Zhao took Tong Wenwen's little hand and said.

……

Tong Zhao's cooking skills are comparative, and he can only cook a few dishes back and forth. So today I saw a recipe in the office and brought it back, wearing a kitchen apron at this time, holding a pot in one hand and a spatula in the other, looking at the recipe from time to time.

It looks a bit scrambling.

"Dad, Wenwen is hungry." Tong Wenwen had been waiting for Tong Zhao for nearly an hour, and at this time, Tong Zhao's cooking speed was relatively slow.

The little belly was already "cooing".

"Right away, right away." Tong Zhao also wants to be fast, but this kind of thing can't be fast.

After waiting for a while, the three dishes that Tong Zhao cooked in front of the recipe were served.

"Taste it." Tong Zhao handed the chopsticks to Tong Wenwen and made a small bowl of rice for her, then propped his hands on the table and looked at Tong Wenwen with his eyes.

Taking the chopsticks, Tong Wenwen wanted to pick up the vegetables, but when she saw Tong Zhao's eyes looking at her, she put down the chopsticks.

"Dad, why do you keep looking at Wenwen?" was watched by Tong Zhao all the time, and Tong Wenwen's heart was also strangely numb.

......Hearing this, Tong Zhao was a little speechless. had to turn around helplessly, but her eyes were still looking sideways at the table, and Tong Wenwen picked up the food and ate a few bites.

I think it tastes good.

I ate it seriously, but it didn't take long to eat, Tong Wenwen felt that she had a strange gaze that kept looking at her, and when she looked up, she found Tong Zhao holding her head with her hands on the table, looking at herself who was eating, and kept smirking.

put down the chopsticks and reached out to touch Tong Zhao's forehead.

"Dad, are you sick today?" Tong Wenwen made an old-fashioned look and said to Tong Zhao.

"Sick? How could I be sick with your dad? When Tong Zhao heard Tong Wenwen's words, he immediately did chest expansion exercises and various exercises to show his baby daughter that he was in good health.

"Then why does Dad keep staring at Wenwen today?" Tong Wenwen was puzzled.

She didn't understand whether her father had taken the wrong medicine or something today, and kept staring at her eating.

"Hehe, this, that ......" Tong Zhao was a little shy, he could be cold in front of others, and he could pretend to be depressed, but in front of Tong Wenwen, Tong Zhao couldn't do anything: "Is Dad's cooking delicious today?" ”

A qualified dad starts with cooking.

Cooking is the first step to qualifying.

Tong Zhao regarded this as a classic.

Demanding perfection, he must hope that the food he cooks can be liked by his precious daughter.

"It's okay, it's not unpleasant." Tong Wenwen frowned, thought for a while and said.