"General, hot water is here."

The owner of the restaurant was extremely discerning, personally brought hot water and took new towels. ……

Yan Gui didn't raise his eyebrows, but only glanced coldly at the clouds. The little guy immediately knelt on the chair and shouted sweetly, "Boss grandpa, I'll wash it myself." ”

The boss known as Grandpa put down the basin tremblingly under Yangui's cold gaze.

The little guy actually loves to be clean, and as soon as she reached out and put a pair of small black paws into the basin,

The soft white towel floated in the water, setting off the clouds, and the dirty little hands were even dirtier and blacker.

Yangui's forehead couldn't help jumping, can this child still want to be washed?

"Baba, Duoduo can't wring a towel."

Yangui looked at the clouds, hummed, chirped, knelt on the chair and twisted the towel.

Twist and twist, twist and twist.

The little guy looked at Yangui pitifully: "Baba, I don't have the strength to do it." ”

But I was complaining in my heart, why is this father so eyeless, didn't he see that I have small hands and can't hold a towel.

Don't come and pick it up yet.

Yan Gui raised his chin and pointed to the hotel owner standing on the side: "Find your grandfather." ”

"Oh mom."

The owner of the restaurant subconsciously stepped forward to help, but was called by Yangui to find your grandfather. Frightened, he sat down on the ground and trembled.

Your grandfather?

General, I'm not, I don't, I don't want to, I don't dare, how can I be your daughter's grandfather.

He's still young, he doesn't want to die yet, how dare he be the grandfather of the general's daughter, isn't this looking for death?

Where do the diners around still have the heart to eat, each sitting upright like a pine, but their ears are stretched out to listen to the movement of the geese returning to their table.

What did they hear?

Father?

Did they hear it right?

The god of war has a child?

Grandfather?

How did the restaurant owner become the grandfather of the general's child, could it be that the general is the son of the restaurant owner?

No, it can't be, it's too different in appearance!

Everyone's faces turned white, and they already had a big drama in their minds.

Mom, is it too late to run?

When they hear such a big secret, will they be killed by Yangui!

"Poop."

The little guy pitifully put down the towel, pursed his little mouth and looked at Yan Gui, his eyes slightly red.

It seems that the father she is looking for is not good, and she obviously doesn't like her appearance.

Yangui pursed his lips, some wanted to kick the hotel owner who was sitting on the ground, it was useless, didn't he just ask you to twist a towel, and he was paralyzed with fright.

He stood up helplessly, took the towel from the little one's hand, and twisted it vigorously.

"Well, now it's okay."

Fold the wrung towel and send it forward. His face was full of disgust, and he almost said, you are really a little trouble.

The towel was handed out, and Yun Duoduo's little face also stretched out to his hand and rubbed it lightly against the towel.

Yan Gui's fingertips were numb, and he looked at the clouds like small motors in astonishment.

Can you wash your face like this?

He wanted to throw the towel back into the basin, but when he saw that all eyes around him were focused on it, and there were people sneaking around to take pictures, he couldn't help but feel moved.

Or make a show of it and show it to those who are bored and follow him.

Idle is idle anyway.

He held his little furry head with one hand, held a towel with the other, and rubbed his white and tender little face.

For the first time in his life, Yan Gui washed his face for others, and he was still a milk dumpling.

The business is not skilled, and the technique is not good, but the little guy is very satisfied.

Dad washed my face, does it mean that Dad likes Duoduo a little bit?

"Poop, wash your hands."

Xiao Yunduo rolled up his sleeves a little, and put his two little black hands into the basin.

This is?

Give an inch and take a mile!

Kick your nose in the face!

Yangui bit his back molars, his face was washed, it was not difficult to wash his hands, he used a towel to scrub the two little dirty hands drenched in water.

"Smack."

The towel was thrown into the basin, and a few drops of the splash hit the head and face of the clouds.

She shouted aggrievedly: "Baba." ”

Baba, poop, poop a hammer.

You can stop in moderation, and then sell cute and coquettish labor and throw it out to you.

Probably because Yangui's face was not very good, Yun Duoduo shouted Baba, then pulled out the tissue on the side, and handed it over diligently: "Baba, you wipe your hands, it's all wet." ”

Yangui, who originally wanted to throw her out, faced the little face in front of her who was smiling like a flower, and her heart suddenly stagnated, what was going on with some hair blockages?

At this time, the guy in the store came up with chicken soup and a few dishes.

The guy put down the chicken soup, picked up the boss on the ground, and took the washbasin and face towel away: "You eat slowly, and then I will tell the chef to make a dumpling himself." ”

"Well, go for it"

Yan Gui calmly made a big ice face and snorted coldly.

The owner of the restaurant, supported by his buddy, took the opportunity to be dragged back to his place as if he had been pardoned and relieved.

It's so stressful, the god of war has a daughter, this news is too big.

At first, the people in the restaurant didn't believe it, but when they saw that the little girl was called Yangui's father, he didn't object, and washed her face and wiped her hands, and everyone immediately understood.

This must be the daughter of the god of war, dear.

I have only seen the god of war carrying a knife to kill people, who has ever seen the god of war washing people's faces with a towel.

That's not the god of war, that's daddy.

Yan Gui couldn't tell why he washed his face for Xiao Tuanzi.

He would never admit that he had no resistance in the face of a dusty face, a pink and snow-white face, and clouds with shallow dimples when he laughed.

This doll is a bit cute, like the little chicks he raised when he was a child.

The fluffy chick was his pet, toy, favorite when he was a kid, and what about the last?

They were eaten by wild cats that jumped over the courtyard wall, and there was not a single chicken feather left in the blood.

The master said, go, take a knife and kill the wild cat, and avenge your chicks.

It was the first time he had held a knife, and his heart was hardened after that.

After the chick died, the master gave him another paparazzi.

Ten years later, the little paparazzi was stewed in soup, and that was his first murder.

Since then, his life has been nothing but war and killing, and nothing heartwarming.

What now?

Faced with this immature and cute little face in front of him, with innocence and curiosity, why did he soften his heart a little?

Does he still have a heart?

Yan Gui's eyes closed slightly, thinking of the enemies who had fallen in the war.

Which child's father, older brother, are they?

Is there such a cute and well-behaved little ball in their home waiting for them to come home?

Thinking of the blood stained on his hands, Yangui only felt a violent aura arise spontaneously.

He is a goose returning, when will there be such a fatherly heart?

The crowd of onlookers in the restaurant only felt a chill in their hearts.

They turned their heads to look out the window, the weather in April, the sun was shining, and the wind was warm, why did they feel cold in their hearts?