"Well done!" Nan Yuki patted her daughter's head and gave encouragement.

He took out a black dress from his closet, which didn't have the gothic dress he wanted.

The girl in the clothes became even more cute and well-behaved, and Yuki Minami carried her to the sink and squeezed toothpaste into her small toothbrush.

Moxia took the toothbrush, stood on her small stool, and happily brushed it.

It's not that hard to take care of children. Minami Yuki thought.

However, reality soon revealed its own sinisterness.

Moxia brushed her teeth, wiped her face, and pulled her sleeve to Nan Yuki.

"My hair hasn't been combed yet." The girl shook her head, her hair shaky from the casual sleeping position.

Nan Youxi's heart was stunned, he used a small wooden comb, and after combing his daughter's hair, his daughter really made the next request: "I want to comb a small one, two small one!" ”

Looking at the wooden comb in his hand, and then at his daughter's hair, Nan Yuki fell into deep thought.

Let's not mention what kind of hairstyle Xiao Tu is, he hasn't tied anyone else's hair at all!

Sorry, Dad won't. Do you want to say that?

Minami Yuki felt that she could struggle for a while.

"Moxia." He looked at the girl with a serious expression.

"Huh?" The daughter looked up at him.

"Daddy will test you, can you tie your hair?" Yuki Minami placed her palm on her daughter's tiny shoulder.

"I can!"

This is common on TV, where adults press their shoulders to watch each other's movements, which makes Moxia full of encouragement.

She straightened her waist: "I learned from my mother, and my father gave me the comb and hair rope!" ”

"Where's the hair tie?"

"In that little drawer."

Handing the hair rope to Moxia, Nan Yuki watched as she braided herself.

The girl's hands were too small to grasp too much hair, and she was not skilled in judging the direction through the mirror, so she was busy for more than ten minutes, tying out two small pigtails of different sizes, uneven heights, and improper orientations on the top of her head.

"Dad, Moxia seems to have failed." The girl looked at herself in the mirror in frustration, "You can help me re-tie it." ”

"Dad thinks that's good." Minami Yuki busily encouraged her.

"But it's not neat."

"It's fugitive princess style, messy, informal, unkempt, great!"

"I don't really like princesses."

"That's the battlefield style, it's the way the makeup looks messy after the battle!"

"Battlefield!"

The girl excitedly recited the words she was interested in.

"That's right, Mo Xia has seen it in the cartoon, after the battle, the hairstyle is messed up, and these two untidy pigtails are proof that Mo Xia has returned from the battlefield!"

"Hmm!"

The girl's face was flushed and energetic, and she was immersed in the imagination of herself turning into a monster and fighting a magical girl for three hundred rounds.

Imagination can give a limited amount of passion, after coming out of the bathroom, the girl touches her pigtails again, still feels ugly, and wants to change back.

But she was a little stubborn, and since she had already approved the braid in front of her father, she didn't want to change her words.

She kept tugging at her braids, trying to get them in order, and this powerless remedy afterwards only made her hair even more messy.

Yuki Minami pretended not to see it.

"Daddy hasn't cleaned up the room yet." The girl reminded her dad who was going downstairs.

It's easy to clean up the room, no matter what, Nan Yuki won't be able to fold the quilt.

However, he who has mastered the code of Moxia, he is lazy, and he feels that his daughter, who is working with a difficult face, is extremely cute.

"Moxia." He looked at his daughter.

"Huh?" The girl grabbed her two pigtails and looked up.

"Daddy will put your bed to the test, will you clean up and make the bed?"

The girl took a step back in embarrassment, she raised her hand and gestured with her thumb and forefinger to make a small cut: "Moxia will only be a little." ”

"A little bit is enough," Nan Yuki smiled, "Then I'll leave it to you!" ”

"Huh?"

The girl climbed onto the bed with a bitter face and struggled to fold the quilt.

When she cleaned up the bed, Nan Yuki picked her up and walked downstairs.

The girl's feet were on the floor on the first floor, and as soon as she took two steps, her stomach screamed, she touched her belly, and looked at Nan Yuki pitifully:

"Dad, I'm hungry."

"It's almost time for lunch, it's time to eat." Nan Yuki looked at the kitchen, and then at her daughter, "What to eat?" ”

Mo Xia was so frightened that she retreated, she shook her little hand, and hurriedly said, "This Mo Xia won't, Dad, don't test Mo Xia!" ”

“……”

Nan Yuki just took a very ordinary look at the kitchen, his daughter was only four years old, how could he let the girl cook.

"Let's go out to eat!" He said.

Moxia stroked her pigtails and shook her head. The braids are too ugly to go out.

"What about takeout?" Yuki Minami took out her phone.

Hearing the order for takeout, the girl's emotions soared, because her mother can do everything, she rarely sees the delivery person, and she is curious about the big sister who carries a big box on her back.

However, she shook her head.

She said: "Mom said that before she left, she would put egg tarts in the oven, and as long as she stinged them, she could eat them!" ”

is worthy of Reina, even if she goes out, she doesn't forget to leave her husband and daughter to eat!

Minami Yuki walked to the kitchen, and sure enough, he saw a large plate of egg tarts in the oven.

As long as you enter the time and temperature, after baking, you can get a fragrant, soft and glutinous egg tart.

However, here's the problem.

How long do tarts take to bake? What temperature do you want?

"Moxia, dad will test you, how much temperature should mom set to bake the egg tart, how long to bake, and what are the steps?"

Faced with Nan Yuxi's test again, Mo Xia looked embarrassed, she shook her head: "Mo Xia doesn't know, Mo Xia doesn't want to test again." ”

With that, she hurriedly ran out of the kitchen.

Minami Yuki researches the oven for a while and sends a message to Reina asking how to bake an egg tart.

Reina didn't reply, not knowing what the women were doing.

This kind of oven should be quite simple. Just set two values.

Nan Yuki randomly searched for a video of baking an egg tart on the Internet, followed the steps above, preheated and baked.

More than twenty minutes later, a plate of egg tarts was baked.

Moxia smelled the smell and poked her head out from behind the kitchen door.

"Alright." Yuki Minami brings the tart to the table.

The girl happily pinched an egg tart, put it in her mouth, and chirped twice.

Her movements stopped.

"It's not the smell, it's so hard." She put down the tart in her hand, her little eyebrows furrowed.

"Isn't it delicious?" Nan Yuki took a bite, and it was indeed not perfect.

He obviously did what he did in someone else's video, why did something go wrong? What he didn't know was that there would be subtle differences between the oven and the oven, between the tart and the tart, and that would affect the final result.

"If it's not delicious, put it down, I'll order takeout egg tarts for you to eat." He threw out a preparatory plan, which was the reason why he dared to try.

He was very self-aware of his cooking skills, and he had expected that if it was baked, he would order a takeaway egg tart. The tarts on the table weren't baked badly, they just weren't perfect.

Mo Xia didn't speak, she lowered her head, her little face wrinkled, like a sudden wind, rolling up the clouds in the sky, gathering into a large black shadow, and the rain was about to fall.

"Buy a lot of tarts! Also buy ice cream! Nan Yuxi said busily.

"I don't want other people's tarts," the girl cried, "I made these tart skins with my mother, and I want me to make them!" ”

You should have said something so important earlier! Nan Yuki didn't expect that this egg tart still has emotional significance!

"Shall we go to Universal Studios? Go see Mario! He tried to distract his daughter.

However, this is a bad move.

"Don't go," the girl was even more aggrieved, she touched her hair, and a few tears rolled down, "My little tugging is so ugly, I won't go out!" ”

"And," she continued, "the quilt is so heavy, and my hands are so sore!" ”

Three thunderbolts flashed one after another, and a torrential rain fell.

Asagiri Moyu opened the door with the spare key, and was greeted by Moxia's cry.

Plans have changed, people are still outside, and I try to update them on time.

(End of chapter)