ST3YC Chapter 2.2

Seeing tears swirling in the child’s eye sockets, a pair of big hands suddenly came in horizontally and hugged Qingqing whole.

 

“Dad!” Fu Sijin was very dissatisfied with his father’s action.

 

“Enough, she is only three years old now.” Ignoring his son’s dissatisfaction, Fu Heng kept his face cold and went straight to the kitchen with Qing Qing.

 

Since morning to now, everyone has been focused on the situation at hand. Nobody has eaten yet. It doesn’t matter if they as adults are hungry but it’s different for children, they can’t go hungry.

 

This sentence was told to him a long time ago.

 

“… It’s not annoying.”

 

Fu Heng, who had just opened the refrigerator and was about to take out the milk to warm for Qingqing, suddenly heard the small whisper of the child in his arms.

 

“Qingqing, doesn’t hate brother.”

 

She just doesn’t like that mom and dad always deceiving her.

 

His deep eyes were slightly soft, and he silently touched Qingqing’s head.

 

The furry touch is not bad, so he touched it more.

 

“Why are you touching me?”

 

The Qing Qing who was touched immediately covered her head, and stared blankly at the handsome face close to her.

 

This uncle looks good-looking, even better than her father.

 

“Good.” With two gentle pats like a puppy, Fu Heng took out the warmed milk in the microwave, first tested the temperature with his hands, then plugged in a straw and handed it to Qingqing.

 

“Thank you uncle.”

 

Qingqing thanked him politely, and then she held the milk in both hands and drank it.

 

She was also hungry. The little snack she just ate was only enough to relieve her hunger, and she was still hungry. Now that she drank hot milk, her lonely little belly finally stopped groaning.

 

A glass of hot milk for breakfast is obviously not enough. Fu Heng put Qingqing on the chair and let her sit and drink milk obediently, while he freed his hands to make breakfast.

 

He made a very simple breakfast. Steam the eggs with the egg steamer, toast the bread in the toaster, and then take the bottle of jam out. It’s done.

 

Even so, it shocked Fu Sijin, who this was the first time to see his dignified and cold father making breakfast himself.

 

 

Well, he had a completely horrified expression.

 

His dad’s meal… Can it really be eaten?

 

He glanced suspiciously at the breakfast placed on the table from time to time, and his heart swayed back and forth between going out to eat and sitting quietly and tasting his father’s rare cooking skills.

 

In the end, the thirst for survival prevailed over curiosity, and Fu Sijin turned around and wanted to go straight away.

 

“Hurry up and finish eating and go to work.” Fu Heng said in a deep voice.

 

“Okay.”

 

Sitting opposite Qingqing, watching the little girl feasting on the toast with jam and boiled egg, Fu Si Jin was very relieved.

 

His mother was all right after eating, at least it can prove that his father’s cooking is not inedible.

 

In fact, it is true. In fact, they are all machine-made things, and the taste can’t be bad, but it doesn’t matter how delicious it is, it’s a home cooking standard.

 

But for Fu Sijin, who had extremely low expectations from the beginning, it was already a delicacy on the earth, and his tears were about to come down.

 

“Uncle is so weird.” Qingqing tilted her head, with a sly smile hidden in her curious eyes. She stretched her little finger and scratched her cheek, and her milk teased Fu Sijin: “He was crying because of breakfast, so embarrassing.”

 

“…” Fu Sijin.

 

This child, don’t think that just because you are my mother you can do whatever you want.

 

In fact, she really can.

 

“I have something important this morning. You take your mother to buy some suitable clothes by the way. I will pick you up at noon.”

 

After the meal, Fu Heng wore a suit and was about to go out. Before leaving, he told his eldest son to be optimistic about his younger wife. Then he left without waiting for Fu Sijin to respond.

 

“Dad…” Fu Sijin couldn’t keep his desperate father in his hands, and he couldn’t help but look desperate.

 

I have something to do too!

 

There was a faint pull from the corners of the pants, and Fu Sijin lowered his head, and saw Qing Qing still wearing the ill-fitting sweater, tilting her head up, and looking up with a cute look.

 

 

“Uncle, are you taking Qingqing to find her parents?”

 

“Don’t call me uncle.”

 

Covering his face, Fu Sijin said weakly.

 

Even if the child’s sweet and little milky voice is very cute, it can’t change the fact that she is his own mother.

 

His three-and-a-half-year-old mother, his three moral views are really completely broken.

 

“What should I call you?” Qing Qing asked as she didn’t understand.

 

“Call me… Xiaojin.” His mother likes to call him that way everyday, although Fu Sijin dislikes this naive-sounding name.

 

Every time he heard it, he couldn’t help but feel awkward and embarrassed. He didn’t want to respond. He didn’t want to take the initiative to tell her to stop too.