Chapter 166 Moxia cried

"Well done!" Yuki Minami patted her daughter on the head and encouraged her.

He took out a black dress from the small closet. There was no Gothic dress he wanted in the closet.

The girl who put on clothes became even more cute and well-behaved. Yuki Minami carried her to the sink and put toothpaste on her little toothbrush.

Moxia took the toothbrush, stood on her little stool, and started brushing happily.

It’s not that difficult to take care of children. Minami Yuki thought.

However, reality soon revealed its dangers.

Moxia brushed her teeth, wiped her face, and pulled Minami Yuki's sleeves.

"My hair hasn't been combed yet." The girl shook her head, her fluffy hair swaying due to her casual sleeping position.

Nan Youxi's heart skipped a beat. He used a small wooden comb to comb his daughter's hair. As expected, her daughter made the next request: "I want a small comb, two small combs!"

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

Let’s not mention what kind of hairstyle Xiao Gaoguo has. He has never tied anyone else’s hair!

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

Minami Yuki felt that she could struggle a little.

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

"Huh?" The daughter looked up at him.

"Dad, let me test you. Can you tie your own hair?" Yuki Minami put her palms on her daughter's small shoulders.

"I can!"

Moxia was encouraged by this common action on TV where adults pressed their shoulders and looked at each other.

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

"Where's the hair tie?"

"In that little drawer."

Passing the hair rope to Moxia, Nan Yuxi watched her braid her own hair.

The girl's hands were too small to hold much hair, and she was not very good at judging directions through mirrors. She worked for more than ten minutes on her own to tie two small braids of different sizes, uneven heights, and incorrect orientations on her head.

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"Dad, Moxia seems to have failed." The girl looked at herself in the mirror frustratedly, "Please help me re-tie it."

"Dad thinks this is good." Minami Yuki encouraged her.

"But, it's so untidy."

"This is the Runaway Princess style, messy, informal, slovenly, great!"

"I don't like princesses very much."

"That's the battlefield style, the messy makeup look after the battle!"

"battlefield!"

The girl excitedly chanted the words she was interested in.

"Yes, you must have seen Moxia in cartoons. After the battle, her hair became a mess. These two untidy pigtails are proof that Moxia returned from the battlefield!"

"Um!"

The girl's face was flushed and she was full of energy. She was immersed in the imagination of transforming into a monster and fighting a magical girl for three hundred rounds.

The passion that imagination can give is limited. After coming out of the bathroom, the girl touched her pigtails and still felt ugly and wanted to change them back.

But she was a little stubborn. Since she had approved the braid in front of her father, she didn't want to change her mind.

She kept pulling at her braids, trying to make them more regular, but this kind of helpless remedy afterward only made her hair even more messy.

Minami Yuki pretended not to see it.

"Dad hasn't cleaned up the room yet." The girl reminded her father who was walking downstairs.

Cleaning up the room is easy, and after all, Minami Yuki can't even fold a quilt.

However, after mastering Moxia's code, he felt lazy. He felt that his daughter who was doing her work with a troubled face was particularly cute.

"Moxia." He looked at his daughter.

"Huh?" The girl grabbed her two pigtails and raised her head.

"Dad, let me test you. Can you make the bed?"

The girl took a step back in embarrassment. She raised her hand and made a small gesture with her thumb and index finger: "Moxia only knows a little bit."

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

"Eh?"

The girl climbed into bed with a grimace and struggled to fold the quilt.

After she made the bed, Minami Yuxi picked her up and walked downstairs.

The girl's feet were on the floor of the first floor. She just took two steps when her stomach growled. She touched her belly and looked at Minami Yuki pitifully:

"Dad, I'm hungry."

"It's lunch time soon. It's time to eat." Minami Yuki looked at the kitchen and then at her daughter, "What are you going to eat?"

Moxia was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly. She waved her little hands and said hurriedly: "This Moxia doesn't know how to do it. Dad, please stop testing Moxia!"

"..."

Minami Yuki just took a normal 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 touched her pigtails and shook her head. The pigtails were too ugly and she couldn't go out.

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

When she heard about ordering takeout, the girl's mood rose. Because her mother could cook everything, she rarely saw the takeaway person. She was very curious about the big sister carrying the big box.

However, she shook her head.

She said: "Mom said that before she left, she would put egg tarts in the oven. Just click it and you can eat the egg tarts!"

As expected of Reina, even if she goes out, she never forgets to leave food for her husband and daughter!

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

Just enter the time and temperature, and when baking is complete, you will get a fragrant, soft and waxy egg tart.

However, here comes the problem.

How long do you need to bake the egg tarts? What temperature do you need?

"Moxia, daddy is going to test you. What temperature should mommy use to bake egg tarts? How long should she bake them? Are there any steps?"

Facing yet another test from Nan Youxi, Moxia looked embarrassed. She shook her head: "Moxia doesn't know. Moxia doesn't want to be tested again."

After saying that, she hurriedly ran out of the kitchen.

Minami Yuki studied the oven for a while, then sent a message to Reina to ask about the method of baking egg tarts.

Reina didn't reply because she didn't know what those women were doing.

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

Minami Yuki randomly searched for a video of baking egg tarts on the Internet, followed the steps above to preheat and bake.

More than twenty minutes later, a plate of egg tarts came out of the oven.

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

"Okay." Minami Yuki put the egg tarts on the table.

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

Her movements stopped.

"It doesn't taste like this, it's so hard." She put down the egg tart in her hand and frowned.

"Isn't it delicious?" Minami Yuki took one and took a bite. It was indeed not perfect.

He was obviously doing it as shown in someone else's video, so why did he make a mistake? What he didn't know was that there are subtle differences between ovens and ovens, and between egg tarts, and these differences will affect the final result.

"If it doesn't taste good, just put it down. I'll order takeout egg tarts for you to eat." He proposed a preliminary plan, which was the reason why he dared to try it.

He was very self-aware of his cooking skills. He had expected that if the egg tarts were burnt, he would just order takeaway egg tarts. The egg tarts on the table were not burnt, just not perfect.

Moxia didn't say anything. She lowered her head and her little face wrinkled up. Like a sudden wind, it swept up the clouds in the sky and gathered them into a large black shadow. Raindrops were about to fall.

"Buy a lot of egg tarts! And ice cream!" Minami Yuki said hurriedly.

"I don't want other people's egg tarts," the girl cried, "These egg tart crusts were made by my mother and I. I want the egg tarts I made!"

You should have said such an important thing earlier! Minami Yuki didn't expect that this egg tart has emotional significance!

"Shall we go to Universal Studios? Go see Mario!" He tried to divert his daughter's attention.

However, this is a bad move.

"No," the girl felt even more aggrieved. She touched her hair, and a few tears rolled down her face. "My little girl is so ugly, I won't go out!"

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

Three thunders flashed one after another, and pouring rain fell.

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

Plans have changed and people are still out there, so I will try my best to update on time.
Chapter completed!