(Cat flutter Chinese) His son is more than four years old, he is a father, and it is not easy to have the opportunity to warm a glass of milk for his son, how can he give it to others in vain?

Besides, the chef's skills are always much better than his, if the chef heats the milk for his son for the first time, and then appoints the chef to heat it for him, then he will be completely disgusted as a father!

Then the little one will have to snort coldly again, and then say, "Stupid, it's not even a glass of milk hot!" ”

Yan Han didn't notice it at all, and on the first day his son came back, he put himself in a very low position, or rather, he was aware of it, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

After all, his son has been in the world for more than four years, and it is the first time that he has done something for him as a father, so even if his son asks too much, he will probably agree, not to mention, his son just wants a glass of hot milk.

It's such a simple thing, he doesn't want to fake it.

However, hot milk is indeed a very simple job, even a kitchen idiot like Young Master Yan who never goes into the kitchen, can heat the milk well.

He brought the milk to the little one in a tray, and the little one glanced up at him, but obediently said, "Thank you!" ”

But still, there is no title!

After Yan Han was bored with self-deprecation just now and suffered a serious blow, now, he was very happy to get a thank you from the little young master!

"Baby, try the temperature first, don't get hot!"

Yan Han found that many words were really blurted out.

In the past, he always felt that those parents who would stand at the dinner table nervously and tell their children to be careful of hot soup, be careful of fish bones choking on their throats, etc., must be parents who only know how to spoil their children.

But to this day, he watched his son pick up the milk and drink it, without even thinking about it, and said the words of advice.

It seems that caring for their children and always worrying about their long-winded behavior is not the patent of parents who spoil their children, but the nature of parents.

"Well...... "The little guy, actually, obediently answered again.

Yan Han looked at the little guy's gaze, and it softened more and more.

"Baby, what's your name?"

Yan Han then remembered that until now, he still didn't know what his son's name was. However, the baby's nickname seems to be quite smooth, and the little guy doesn't seem to resist.

The little guy looked at him with wide eyes in his mouth and shook his head.

Yan Shao didn't know what he meant by shaking his head, did he not have a name yet? Or don't want to tell yourself what his name is?

"How do you call mommy a baby?"

At this time, I just want to know more about my son in the shortest possible time, and then slowly listen to his mother's news from my son.

The little one blinked and widened his eyes and swallowed the milk in his mouth.

"Baby ......"

It took a moment for the cold to react, and it turned out that Zhu Qianying was also called a little guy baby.

Could it be that he really didn't have a name?

He also thought that the girl of Zhu Qianying would definitely help her son with "Bamboo XX" or something, after all, she hated herself so much at that time.

inevitably, it is impossible to let his son have the surname Yan with him.

Of course, even if she really did this, he couldn't blame her for anything, in short, he deserved everything.

"What about the rest of the baby besides?"

I endured the cold and endured it, and in the end, I still couldn't hold back and asked again.

This time, the little one ignored him again, put down the milk that had drunk most of the glass, picked up the chicken wings and stuffed them into his mouth.

The little guy is quite comfortable and flexible with chopsticks, but no matter how flexible he is, he still looks a little confused about holding chicken wings with chopsticks.

Yan Han didn't react at first, until he opened his mouth wide and bit down on the chicken's wing, and then the front and back two knots were stuck on his little face.

Yan Han laughed out loud, quickly opened the drawer, took out disposable gloves, took out a bag of wet towels, and tore it open, "Baby, come, give your hand to Daddy." ”

From the moment Yan Han took out the gloves, the baby understood Yan Han's intentions. Lowering his eyes, he handed his big half-empty hand, but instead of putting his small hand up, he reached out and took the wet towel, first wiped his face and mouth, then folded it, and then wiped his hands.

This action is exactly the same as the bamboo shadow.

Yan Han remembered again, in the past, Zhu Qianying always disliked his turtle hair, saying that he was wasteful, obviously one wet towel can wipe it clean, why do you have to use two?

"Young master, your noodles."

Uncle Hai's voice interrupted Yan Han's recollection.

At this time, the little guy had already wiped his little hands clean, took the gloves and put them on himself.

The gloves are of a uniform model, and adults wear them, and they usually feel that they are big, and the little guy's small hand is stuffed in, and it is empty, and the small one looks particularly funny.

The little guy probably noticed this himself, turned his hand over and over a few times, and then handed it to Uncle Hai, winked his eyes and said, "Grandpa Hai, look, my hands are so small!" ”

The cold heart is stuffed to death!

Obviously, he sat next to the little guy, Mingming, he also gave him hot milk, the wet towel was given to him by himself, and the gloves were also given to him by himself.

It's good that he looks like he looks like after putting on his gloves, but he doesn't show him as a father, but to Grandpa Hai.

Uncle Hai first glanced at the young master cautiously, and then reached out to grab the little master's hand, "Yes, the little master's hand is really small, come, put your hand on Daddy's hand and see whose hand is bigger!" ”

Uncle Hai's original intention was to create some opportunities for the father and son to interact, although he was not quite sure why the little young master was so hostile to the young master.

But from what he saw, it was speculated that the little young master was angry that the young master had not fulfilled his father's responsibilities over the years?

As for why the young master was more than four years old, the young master brought him home? And Ying'er, why has she studied abroad for five years, but she hasn't come back once? Although Uncle Hai wanted to figure out these questions, he didn't have the courage to ask them.

Moreover, he also knew that even if he asked, he would not be able to ask for a real answer.

Even the old gentleman and the old lady can't ask about it, he is a housekeeper, how can the young master tell him directly?

Yan Han listened to Uncle Hai's words, so he obediently stretched out his hand in front of his son, deliberately, and put his palm up.

But the little guy didn't give him face very much, and after pulling his hand back from Uncle Hai, he directly grabbed the chicken wings and opened his mouth to eat.

The brilliance that had just lit up in Yan Han's eyes dimmed instantly.

sighed secretly, raised his hand and rubbed his head, "The chicken wings should be eaten while they are hot, what else does the baby want to eat, you can tell Daddy, or you can tell Grandpa Hai." "Cat flutter Chinese