Chapter 32
Seeing how confidently he spoke, Wei Yutang couldn't even find a rebuttal for a moment.
During a break while tidying up the building blocks, I asked:
"If you break off your relationship with me, and now Dad is my partner, how should our relationship be defined?"
Hearing this, Xiaxia, who was sitting on the carpet, propped her chin up and began to think seriously.
"Well, I'll call you Uncle, and you can call me Xiaxia. We'll each call each other by our own names."
Wei Yutang reached out and gently tugged at his ear. It was just a game, and he almost ended up becoming Xiaxia's uncle. It wasn't worth it.
"Never mind then, I won't compete with you."
"No, Father, this is cheating!"
After playing all morning, the child, who thought he was very clever, was unwilling to miss such an opportunity to see who was better than his father.
"It's just playing games, okay?"
"All right."
Xiaxia nodded reluctantly, grabbed the building blocks and started stacking them, comforting herself as she did so.
The main purpose is to show off to my dad after winning against him that his little darling is the best, and the others can be just so-so.
Wei Yutang wasn't unaware of his thoughts; he deliberately let him have his way while stacking blocks with his head down.
It's normal for children to be competitive. If he wants to win, as his father, you should let him have his way. It's not worth making him unhappy over such a small thing.
Xiaxia, having finished stacking the blocks, rested her chin on her hand and admired them intently, not forgetting to turn to ask her father a question.
"Is Dad still very tired from work?"
"Yes, I'm very tired."
"I wish I could grow up faster."
Wei Yutang reached out and wrapped Xiaxia's small hand in his large palm, warming it for a while after making sure it wasn't cold.
Why do you want to grow up so fast?
"When I grow up, I'll help my dad with the workload!"
She goes out to work hard and then lets her dad wait for her at home. The most important thing her dad does every day is play with his daughter, Xiaxia.
Xiaxia feels incredibly happy whenever she thinks about this kind of life.
"And what about me?"
Xiaxia stood up, walked to her father, patted him on the shoulder, and imitated the way the old emperor entrusted the country to the young emperor in the TV series she had seen before.
"Xiaxia, I believe in you. You can definitely work until you're old. Keep it up!"
It was rare to gain the trust of this little darling, but unfortunately Wei Yutang wasn't very happy.
"Want to try making small cakes for your dad together?"
Seeing that Xiaxia intended to go upstairs to find Chu Qing, Wei Yutang changed the subject and brought up another matter.
"A small cake?"
"Um."
"Okay, okay."
Xiaxia excitedly rubbed her hands together and pulled her father toward the kitchen.
Despite having studied for so long, Wei Yutang's dishes were still only so-so, far inferior to Chu Qing's.
Fortunately, they have a chef at home, so Chu Qing won't have to do this himself in the future.
However, he studied Western-style pastries for a while and his results were quite good.
Xiaxia washed her little hands and made small cakes with her father following the instructions. To prevent Xiaxia from not being able to reach them, the housekeeper specially brought over a small stool for her to stand on.
After waking up from a nap in her bedroom upstairs, Chu Qing leaned against the headboard and stared blankly for a while.
Before, he could see Xiaxia every time he opened his eyes. That clingy girl didn't disturb his sleep, but she liked to stay by his side while he was sleeping, and would hug him as soon as he woke up.
Chu Qing has many little habits that she was forced to change because Xia Xia was around. For example, she wanted to be alone and quiet for a while after waking up.
After spacing out for a while, he got out of bed, still thinking about Xiaxia.
As soon as you enter the living room, you can see through the transparent glass of the kitchen that the tall Wei Yutang is holding Xiaxia in his arms, teaching him how to shape the cookies.
Xiaxia was the first to notice that her father had woken up, so she put down what she was holding and crawled out of her father's arms.
"Daddy, Daddy, look at the cookies I made!"
Chu Qing smiled and went to greet Xia Xia, hugging him tightly. Staring at the flour that had somehow gotten onto his fair face, she said helplessly:
"They've all turned into little kittens."
Where? Where is it?
Xiaxia tried to wipe it off with his hands, but completely forgot that there was more flour on his hands than on his face, and after wiping, his hands became even dirtier.
Thinking he was clean now, he leaned over and wanted his father to kiss him.
Even his own son, Chu Qing, couldn't bring himself to kiss that little kitten-like face.
"I'll wipe it for you."
Chu Qing took out a wet wipe, wiped him clean, and then led him to the kitchen to see Wei Yutang. At this time, Wei Yutang had already put the finished cookies into the oven.
"Oh, right, Dad, I also made you a little cake!"
A small, decent-looking cake was placed in front of Chu Qing. Xia Xia pointed to the painting on it and began to introduce it to her father.
"Look at this, it's a drawing of my dad."
"This is Xiaxia."
Chu Qing stared in the direction he was pointing. Although the first two were somewhat abstract, she could still make out that they were people.
When Xiaxia's finger moved to the dark mass on the right, even he himself began to feel uncertain.
What... what is this again?
"Yes, it's Father?"
After Xiaxia finished speaking, she nodded affirmatively.
"Yes, it's my father."
Xiaxia put the most effort into drawing her father, even drawing individual strands of hair. When it was her turn, she became a little impatient, thinking that it was okay to be a little rough.
He's good-looking and can handle it.
When it was Wei Yutang's turn, Xiaxia, who had completely lost patience, just did a quick and careless job, and that's how it turned out.
Chu Qing held the knife and fork and divided the cake into three pieces. Xia Xia held her plate, feeling guilty and not daring to look at her father.
The family of three finished their cakes on the sofa and looked out the French windows to see that it was snowing again. The fluttering snowflakes were a novelty for Xiaxia.
Thinking of the scene she had just seen in an animated film, she turned to stare at her father with anticipation.
"Father, can you take me to build a snowman later?"
"I want to build a dad and a Xiaxia."
Xiaxia was calculating. It was too cold outside and her father would get cold. She wanted to play, so she wasn't afraid of the cold. Her father was thick-skinned and wanted to play with Xiaxia, so he probably wasn't afraid either.
The three of them walked together to the French windows, and Chu Qing took the initiative to explain to Xia Xia:
"The snowfall was too light; it melted before it could accumulate on the ground."
Wei Yutang, fearing he would be disappointed, knelt down in front of Xiaxia and said:
"Next year, let's go on vacation to a city where it snows heavily, and build a big snowman, okay?"
Xiaxia looked up at the snowflakes and softly hummed in agreement.
Okay~
The year isn't even over yet, and he's already looking forward to next year.
He was determined to take the pie his father painted for him.
We prepared hot pot for lunch, with the pot in the middle bubbling away.
Xiaxia wanted to throw all her favorite dishes into the pot at once and then slowly scoop them out, but Chu Qing stopped her after she had only put in two pieces.
"Xiaxia, it tastes best when it's freshly cooked. If you cook it for too long, it will become tough."
"hold head high?"
Xiaxia, who was cooking hot pot for the first time, nodded as if she understood, but when she couldn't find the vegetables she liked, she would sneakily try to find the ones her father had cooked.
Although she dared not look at her father for fear of being discovered, Xiaxia was very good at comforting herself in her heart. After a few words of comfort, she was no longer as guilty as before, and even the guilt was gone.
His father cooked so many of his favorite dishes; it was clearly a deliberate attempt to entice him!
Wei Yutang is used to making dipping sauces when eating hot pot, but Chu Qing and Xia Xia don't have this hobby. Out of curiosity, Xia Xia put the slices of meat she had fished out into the sauce and mixed them.
When I put it in my mouth and chewed it, tears welled up instantly from the spiciness.
"Ugh, it's so spicy!"
Chu Qing had just stood up when she saw Wei Yutang walking over with a glass of milk.
"You didn't fish out the clear broth?"
Xiaxia was too spicy to speak. She took the milk and drank two sips. Sweat broke out on her nose from the spiciness. She sniffed before answering.
"yes."
He was an obedient child. When his father said to scoop out the clear broth, he only scooped out the clear broth. However, he secretly put some sauce in his father's small bowl for a little while.
Xiaxia, who was originally sitting in the middle, moved closer to her father after this incident.
If a father can eat such spicy food, in a cartoon he'd be eating children next.
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In the afternoon, the two friends that Wei Yutang had found for Xiaxia were brought to the door by her parents, each carrying a gift.