Izuki walked up to her father with her little arms and was held in his arms to feed her a mouthful of freshly cooked clear soup.

The temperature is just right, not hot or cold, and the small ones who are concerned about adults are not digested well by eating meat, so they re-add chopped green leafy vegetables to the broth, and chew it in that small mouth, chewing out a mouthful of grassy sweetness.

As long as the taste is not too strange or too bland, Izuki will not refuse any food.

Muqiaoshan looked at her, like a mother full of parenting waiting to be discussed, and asked Zhan Changran: "How old are you now, can you fall asleep on your own?" ”

"Twenty-nine months, I can sleep the whole night, and I don't toss people too much." When Zhan Changran spoke, Yi Yue's free little hand touched his pocket, wanting to play with the eyeball in the bulging pocket, and when he felt it, he wanted to look down, forgetting that there was still soup in his mouth, and he grunted in his throat, swallowed a breath, choked and coughed, and coughed out a large string of trembling milk sounds.

In the end, the eyeballs didn't work, and the soup didn't drink well.

Mu Qiaoshan opened his mouth, thinking that this little girl was not the child of his relatives and friends, he was a little embarrassed to say anything he cared about, and closed it again.

Zhan Changran withdrew the soup bowl, patted her on the back and said goodbye, and when the villain eased up, he put the bowl over again, Yiyue obviously refused to drink, and twisted his little body to find Mu Ge, "I'm going to study." ”

Sure enough, the child's friends are very important, and with the child who loves to learn, the doll who can only play with mud is also taken to learn.

"Don't call you Uncle Man if you want to go to the toilet later, let him have a good rest." The old father whispered, and when he suppressed his voice, he faintly had a blockage of dullness, and when he saw the little one, he nodded his little head, and let go of the hand that let the child sit firmly at the waist, and let the small one out of his arms.

The two men talked a few words about the difficulties they encountered in raising children, and learned that the other party was alone, and the old man worried about the small to the big, and suddenly felt a little sorry for each other.

Speaking of emotion, they also use soup instead of wine to pay tribute to each other.

Yi Yue took a square refill that came down from the production line, groped the tight and smooth surface with her fingertips, and looked sideways at the homemade rough charcoal pen in Mu Ge's hand, her eyes were a little scattered, and her hand pressed the leaf and didn't drop the pen for a while.

She crouched on the ground and looked past the jumping firelight to see the two fathers lying.

Yes, panic.

Zhan Changran seems to be born to act, he sincerely talks about his expectations for his unborn daughter, recounts the pain and self-blame in his heart when the child's mother dies, and expresses his love and pity for the child every word.

This man is so attentive and affectionate that Izuki can't help but think how good it would be if the child he loved so much in his mouth was really her.

But Yiyue clearly knew that the love and emotional changes of the man she called her father when his wife was pregnant for ten months were fake, and her father had no wife at all, let alone a child related by blood.

His performances are all imitations of Ah Man's daily chatter about the sweet past between himself and his wife, as well as the performance of appealing to longing, and then the result of artistic processing.

It's like a stage where two men are cheating on each other, at least on the child's side.

Muqiaoshan loves Muge, and he has never faked his every move or even his eyes, but Muge is not his child, but he is just related to him.

Yi Yue's brain buzzed, and she was suddenly a little dazed, why did she think that Muge was not a child of Muqiao Mountain?

Mu Ge shook his sore wrist, looked at the picture he had just successfully changed with satisfaction, relieved the numbness caused by the pressure of the pen on the blood vessels, and also watched the two parents confide in each other, and sighed: "Ranran, your father loves you so much." ”

Yi Yue pinched the pen, shook these strange thoughts out, and replied, "Your father too." ”