62. Give Dad a kiss!
When Su Yan got out of the car, half of his face was red.
Someone asked if that was too exaggerated.
His evaluation is: imagine if I gave your mom two punches, you’d try being hit by a girl’s hair for more than ten minutes.
Oh right, no girl would do that to you.
Hahahaha (from the author’s merciless mockery).
Ahem, back to the topic.
Jiang Zhi parked her little electric scooter and charged it, looking at the window of her apartment building that had its lights on, she suddenly let out a soft “huh.”
“What’s wrong?”
Su Yan, holding Qian Qian’s hand, asked, “Isn’t that your home?”
“No…”
Jiang Zhi didn’t explain further.
That lit window actually belonged to the landlady.
Jiang Zhi was not familiar with her, basically only talking to her when paying rent; later she heard that the landlady went abroad for a vacation, so Jiang Zhi only sent her a WeChat message to pay rent at the end of each month.
Has the landlady come back?
Crap, that could be a bit troublesome…
How is she going to explain her current appearance to the landlady?
Originally, a pure-hearted young male tenant turned into a girl with a child; speaking of which, the landlady even wanted to matchmake her with her granddaughter!
By the way, she wouldn’t raise the rent, right!?
“What are you thinking about?”
Su Yan’s words interrupted Jiang Zhi’s thoughts.
“Nothing.”
Jiang Zhi shook her head, suddenly noticing Su Yan half kneeling on the ground, with the little girl whispering something in his ear.
“What are you two doing?”
“Uh, nothing…”
The father-daughter whispering session ended, Su Yan looked at his daughter deeply, with an unchanged expression:
“I heard that you make pretty good fried rice with eggs.”
“Wow, you know this?”
Jiang Zhi giggled: “It’s not that good, but it is indeed my specialty!”
Su Yan’s mouth twitched.
From what Qian Qian told him earlier, whether it’s a specialty or not is unknown, but it seems to be true.
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“I’m not saying you, why haven’t you bought slippers yet?”
As soon as they entered Jiang Zhi’s home, Su Yan, looking at the shoe cabinet that had no slippers belonging to him, frowned and started picking on her.
Jiang Zhi realized he was intentionally picking a fight: “Come in if you want.”
“Fine, getting on your nerves.”
If she could, Jiang Zhi really wanted to record this scene and send it to Sister Jiang, so she could see her idol’s true colors.
Does this guy have the intelligence of a three-year-old?
Jiang Zhi couldn’t be bothered to argue with him; she changed Qian Qian into pajamas and poured her a glass of water.
One glass before going out, one glass after coming in.
This seems to be a habit ingrained in every mother, said to be good for the child’s health. Although Jiang Zhi didn’t really know why it was good, this was similar to how a girlfriend is to her boyfriend.
Girlfriend: I’m sick!
Boyfriend: What? Sick? Drink more hot water!
In short, drinking more hot water can’t be wrong.
Another reason is that Qian Qian doesn’t like drinking water; the more she dislikes it, the more Jiang Zhi insists she should drink it, giving her a taste of her own medicine.
“I’m going to cook.”
Jiang Zhi glanced at Su Yan, hesitated for a moment, and asked, “Is there anything you want to eat?”
You’re a guest here.
Even though Su Yan coming to her house to eat could be considered him forcing his way in, since he was here, it wouldn’t make sense not to ask for his opinion; she was a well-mannered good kid.
Su Yan really thought for a moment: “Emmm…”
“I want to eat braised pork ribs.”
“OK.”
Jiang Zhi confidently made an ‘OK’ gesture at him.
Translation: he wants fried rice with eggs.
I gave you face and you’re really asking for more, I was just casually asking what you wanted to eat; you can cook it yourself.
Besides, he can’t make braised pork ribs anyway…
With the thought of making a perfect Supreme Fried Rice with Eggs in mind, Jiang Zhi tied on her apron, shook off the water droplets from her washed hands, and confidently stepped into her domain—the kitchen.
Su Yan sat on the sofa.
He quietly watched Jiang Zhi busy in the kitchen, glancing at Qian Qian, who was obediently drinking water, and gently clicked his tongue.
Jiang Zhi was quite a good mother after all.
Qian Qian was well taken care of, and the home was kept very clean; now it seemed she could cook a bit too…
Could it be that there really is something like an innate motherly instinct in this world?
Just like some kind of innate maternal talent.
Case solved, Jiang Zhi is a natural (mother).
“Dad.”
The little girl tugged at Su Yan’s clothes, resembling a nimble little monkey climbing into his arms: “Can Qian Qian kiss Daddy?”
“?”
Before Su Yan could react, two soft little hands were already holding his face, and with a crisp sound, a kiss landed on his cheek.
Su Yan instantly turned into a statue.
He wasn’t accustomed to this kind of contact.
At this moment, this man, who fearlessly roasts trash talk on the court, was surprisingly nervous.
The little girl closed her eyes again and pointed to her fair little face: “Qian Qian wants a kiss too.”
Su Yan became even more nervous.
Isn’t this a bit explosive for a daughter coming in like this?
He had only kissed his sister when he was little; that must have been over a decade ago.
Daughter, you might not be aware, but I’m not that familiar with you at the moment.
How about we start with a chat first…
“Does Dad no longer like Qian Qian?”
Seeing that the anticipated kiss was delayed, Qian Qian opened her eyes, puffing her little lips in dissatisfaction: “Hurry up and kiss me, Dad!”
Su Yan: …
He instinctively glanced at Jiang Zhi in the kitchen.
Her mother was busy with who-knows-what… Was she cracking eggs? Wait, do braised pork ribs require eggs?
“Dad!” Qian Qian’s urging voice sounded again.
“Bop…”
Su Yan lightly pecked on Qian Qian’s face and immediately jumped away as if electrocuted, his ears turning visibly red.
He peeked at Jiang Zhi again.
Thank goodness, she hadn’t noticed this side.
Meanwhile, the little girl touched the spot where she was kissed, seeming a bit regretful.
If only Dad had a beard; his beard would be prickly, it feels so good on the face.
“Su Yan!”
At this moment, Jiang Zhi’s voice called from the kitchen.
“Come over and help.”
“Coming!”
Su Yan instantly felt saved, stood up, but hadn’t walked a few steps when Qian Qian pulled him back: “Wait a second, Dad!”
“Ah?”
“Qian Qian wants to watch TV,” the little girl looked at Su Yan expectantly: “Is that okay? Qian Qian has kissed Daddy already!”
Wow.
So you’re all waiting for me here?
His feeling of shyness dissipated somewhat, and Su Yan couldn’t help but smile: “Doesn’t your mom let you watch TV?”
“Yeah…”
Qian Qian said dejectedly: “Mom said watching TV is bad for the eyes, so she only lets Qian Qian watch for a bit during the day.”
Remember, at the beginning, Mom still let her watch TV.
But everything changed after Mom read that book; since then, she became strict again, just like before.
Wait!
Mom’s fried rice used to be so delicious!
“Well, you can watch for a bit.”
“Dad is the best! Do you still want kisses, Dad? Qian Qian has as many as you want here!”
