Ever since he was with Silence, Shan Zong has been spoiled as a "waste" by Silence.

Now there are two more little milk babies waiting to be fed at home, life is not easy, and the mountain always sighs... Decided to be more diligent and at least be able to cook a meal for the two babies.

"You cook?" The silence was smiling.

Mr. Shan glared at him: "Can't you!" Before I started college, I could still cook porridge. It's all your fault, the master doesn't know anything now! I don't even want to order takeout. ”

The taste is silent, and the takeaway is not as delicious as the silence.

Silently rubbed Mr. Shan's small curly hair and hugged him tightly: "Yes, it's all my fault." ”

The two of them were tired of being crooked for a while, the night outside the window was darker, and Mr. Shan yawned on his silent body, thinking of today's events in a daze: "Today, the police came to the door... Are you frightened... The master will not commit suicide by jumping into the water... Haha..."

Silent and silent, he opened his eyes in the darkness.

Shan always muttered for a while: "I don't want to die yet..."

Soon there was a slight snoring in the room, and Mr. Yama fell asleep.

Silence tightened his arms and pulled Mr. Shan into his arms.

***

Early the next morning, Mr. Shan was still asleep.

Silence called the two little cubs to the living room and told them seriously: "Last night, the little father was blown by the wind and cold, and he may have a fever and cold." At 12 noon today, remember to let him take his medicine. ”

Knowing that they can live at home in the future, the two sons are very sensible, and nodded obediently: "Okay, big dad~"

Silent and said: "Your little father is clumsy and can't cook and do housework." Go and don't let him into the kitchen - if it causes a fire, remember to protect your little daddy, and call the fireman's number, know how many fire numbers there are? ”

"Uncle policeman 110, uncle doctor 120, firefighter brother 119." Yang Luo puffed up his small chest and replied proudly.

Yang Luotian also said: "Don't worry, big dad, if the little dad is not well-behaved, we will call you." ”

The two children were more obedient than expected, and Silence was very satisfied, and after repeated instructions, they drove to work.

Mr. Shan squinted in bed for a while, and originally planned to sleep until 12 o'clock and get up again, but driven by the responsibility of his "father", Mr. Shan rarely got up at 8:30 in the morning.

After washing up and leaving the room, Shan always saw two little dolls sitting at the dining table, obediently drinking milk and eating breakfast.

Mr. Shan was surprised: "Now children get up so early? ”

Yang Luotian tilted his head: "Little Dad, you actually got up so early today!" ”

Mr. Shan: ...

Since Shan Zong is broadcasting live at night, he has to play with Silent until late at night, so he usually sleeps for two hours more in the morning.

After breakfast with the two little cubs, Mr. Shan dutifully prepared to wash the dishes, and there was an automatic dishwasher in the kitchen, so Mr. Shan only needed to put the dirty dishes and chopsticks in it.

When I opened the refrigerator, there were three dishes and one soup neatly placed in the refrigerator - the lunch left by silence. Mr. Shan pursed his lips, feeling that he couldn't always let silence work, so he turned his head and asked the two little milk babies: "What do you want to eat at noon?" Master, I'll cook it for you myself. ”

Yang Luotian looked at him suspiciously: "Is it okay to stew lobster and boiled fish?" ”

Mr. Shan: "..."

Yang Luodi: "Little Dad, I want to eat egg custard, ginger milk, and bake cakes." ”

Mr. Shan: "..."

"Ahem, don't be a picky eater, little one." Mr. Shan touched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment.

Yang Luotian pouted: "Then little dad, what will you do to eat?" ”

Mr. Shan thought for a moment: "Boiled eggs, boiled white porridge, instant noodles - no, children can't eat instant noodles!" ”

"I can also cook white porridge and boiled eggs, and my brother and I can also cook vegetables and clean up the room." Yang Luotian crossed his waist like a little adult, and his tone was very helpless, "The little father is not as good as a five-year-old child, hey, it really makes the child worry." ”