Shi Mingxun looked at Han Hao and asked: "If you want to say anything, just say it quickly. If you don't look so straightforward, you are not a man anymore?!"
Being scolded by Shi Mingxun, if it was Han Hao in the past, he would probably have retorted immediately. However, he was very surprised and did not reply. Instead, after hearing what Shi Mingxun said, he looked at Shi Mingxun with a flattering look on his face: "You know now
What kind of food do your children like to eat?”
Han Hao finally thought it through. If he blindly pushes the child out, it also means that he is pushing his wife out at the same time. Moreover, when his wife looks at the child like that, she will definitely feel distressed. This distress will directly affect him.
I have neglected it. We still need to learn to be like Shi Mingxun.
Shi Mingxun didn't think much about why Han Hao succeeded so quickly. In his opinion, Han Hao no longer thought about what was and was not, which was his greatest contribution.
"The strawberry fruit cake is very popular among children, and the portion is not very big. It is just enough for a family of three."
Shi Mingxun took out the previous order with a smile, pointed to the delicious-looking cake on it and said, and then pointed to another one: "By the way, this Yangcun style is also very popular with children.
I like it. Our family Shitou especially likes this kind, but it has too much cream, so we can’t let our children eat more.”
Han Hao watched Shi Mingxun skillfully introduce the cakes to him. Seeing that they looked decent, Han Hao studied carefully. During the process, he also asked a lot of other things, such as some toys that little boys like to play with nowadays.
What is it? The little mouse will go to kindergarten next year. Which school is good?
After this chat, the whole afternoon passed like this. During this period, Xiao Shitou ran to the small playground to play, and when he was thirsty, he ran back to eat. Han Hao, who was quite cheerful, also gained a lot, knowing that raising a child is actually really important.
It's not easy, and I feel sorry for Qi Rong Jiajia.
"Okay, it's getting late. You'd better go back quickly."
Glancing out the window, the sun had already set. It looked like it was about five or six o'clock. Shi Mingxun said to Han Hao while looking out the window.
"But..., after all, I should treat you to dinner."
Han Hao glanced at Shi Mingxun awkwardly. In fact, he had wanted to go back early from just now, but because Shi Mingxun was still telling him, he couldn't interrupt Shi Mingxun, so he had to endure it.
But no one expected that Shi Mingxun would take the initiative to let him leave now. Han Hao was a little embarrassed. After all, he found the other party by himself, and then he just left after getting what he wanted. It seemed a bit uncomfortable.
When Shi Mingxun saw Han Hao like that, he knew what Han Hao was thinking. He patted Han Hao and said, "You kid, are you still being polite to me?!"
It was clear that he was a little dissatisfied with Han Hao's politeness. Although he said this, Han Hao was still a little embarrassed to leave the other party alone. So before leaving, he left a piece of cake for Xiao Shitou and himself.
I also brought a piece of cake home.
"This boy!"
When Shi Mingxun greeted Xiao Shitou and was about to go back, he was stopped by the waiter. Then he looked at the cake in the waiter's hand and smiled silently.
"Hey, there is cake to eat!"
Xiao Shitou is very happy. Many varieties of cakes in this store cater to the tastes of children and are very popular with children. Looking around, it is not difficult to find that most of the people who come here are mothers and fathers.
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"Let's go eat with mom later."
Shi Mingxun patted his son's forehead and called him "Glutton" affectionately. After that, he did not forget to say this to Xiao Shitou meaningfully.
"Um!"
Little Shitou didn't show any surprise or resistance at all. It seemed that he was used to Shi Mingxun's methods. It was more likely that Shi Mingxun taught his children this way, so Shitou felt that it was natural to take it home and share it with his mother.
With the cake, the fatigue from playing all afternoon was gone. Holding the cake, Xiao Shitou took the lead in walking home. This store was not far from where they lived, but it took a long walk to get inside.
After a long while, Shi Mingxun still drove the car.
"This guy, I thought he wouldn't be tired."
When I got home and parked the car, I turned around and saw that Xiaoshi Shitou had fallen asleep. I don’t know who he looked like when he was sleeping. Fortunately, he drove relatively steadily along the way and rarely braked suddenly. Otherwise, even if he had a seat belt, he would probably
He will fall too.
"Back! Dinner is ready and waiting for you."
He picked up the small stone helplessly, not forgetting to carry the cake in his hand. As soon as he arrived at the door of the house, before he had time to find the key, the door was opened from the inside. My dear wife stood at the door and looked lovingly at the cake in Shi Mingxun's hand.
Xiao Shitou glanced at it and said in a low voice.
"Well, I'm back."
In an instant, a warm current flowed into his body. To put it simply, it was a feeling that Shi Mingxun had only experienced after many years. He smiled and entered the house with the little stone.
Han Hao was a little nervous when he came back with the cake. He lingered in front of his house for a while, but didn't go in. The flower farmer in charge of flower management in the yard looked at his boss's strange behavior and wanted to ask questions but was afraid of offending him later.
People can only crane their necks and wait to see what happens.
Gritting his teeth, Han Hao decided that it would be better to go back. When he opened the door and went in, there was only the little mouse playing with building blocks in the hall. He took a look and saw that he was playing well. Han Hao couldn't help but think proudly:
"As expected, he is indeed my son. Even though he is young now, he is still good."
"Where's your mother?"
When Han Hao came in, the little mouse looked at him. After just looking at him for a while, his eyes were completely attracted by what Han Hao was holding. It was obviously a cake box. Children like sweets, especially sweets.
Cake, no wonder the little mouse is staring at that cake.
"Mom, mom is upstairs."
After being stunned for a while, the little mouse realized that his father was talking to him and quickly answered. He spoke a little hastily, so he stuttered a bit.
Frowning, Han Hao was a little displeased. He thought the little mouse was very smart just now, but now he even answered a question like this. Seeing his father frowning, the little mouse knew that he was disliked again, and drooped his head.
I didn't even bother to see what flavor that cake was.
The little mouse thought to himself that his father clearly loved him very much before, but from now on, his existence seems to have become a thorn in his side, and no matter what he does, it seems to be wrong.
Children tend to get sick and catch colds easily when they are nervous and stressed. Ever since the last honeymoon with Rong Jiajia, the little mouse has always been sick and had a fever. However, when the incident with Jiang Kexin's video happened last time, Rong Jiajia
During the few days when I took Little Mouse to Jiang's house, Little Mouse acted like a normal person.
But when he arrived at his own home, he felt uncomfortable. Now he and Rong Jiajia basically slept in separate rooms. Because he was worried about the child's condition, Rong Jiajia insisted on sharing a room with his son. Han Hao was so angry that he almost dropped the child.
Throw the rat out.
After thinking a lot about his dissatisfaction, Han Hao glanced sideways at the little mouse. However, he found that the little mouse actually trembled when he caught his gaze. Although it was very subtle, he still noticed it.
"Children are very sensitive. Whether you like or dislike them, they can easily detect it, so when you treat them, you must care about them from the bottom of your heart."
This is what Shi Mingxun told Han Hao today. Han Hao's first reaction when he heard it was that raising a child felt like raising an animal. He couldn't let him be lonely or stressed. He was surprised.
How can such a young child know what loneliness is and what pressure is?!
But today, after careful attention, Han Hao really realized how excessive some of his previous behaviors were. He and the little mouse didn't get along like this at all before. When did the little mouse become afraid of him?
Han Hao couldn't help but start to reflect on himself. The result of his reflection was that he began to feel that the little mouse was a troublesome existence. Every time he saw him, he felt irritable. It seemed that the little mouse had been avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally from that time on.
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"This cake is for you. I'm going to find your mother."
Han Hao finally realized his mistake, but the relationship between father and son was not reconciled so quickly. It seemed that he still needed to have a good talk with Rong Jiajia.
With this thought in mind, Han Hao placed the cake on the coffee table and was about to go upstairs when he heard a little Nunuo voice behind him saying: "Dad, today is not my birthday."
As he spoke, Han Hao still felt a little frustrated. He turned around and looked at his silly son and sighed: "Who told you that cakes can only be eaten on birthdays? Even if you and I are being stupid, I will
I still remember my son’s birthday.”
After saying that, he rubbed the little mouse's little head. For a moment, the feeling between the two of them was as if they were back to the past. The little mouse was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled, holding the cake and preparing to go to the kitchen over there.
Ask your aunt to help cut it into small pieces and put it on a plate.
But I didn't want to be too happy, and because I was such a small person, I accidentally fell to the ground holding the cake.
There was a loud "bah", which should have been the sound of a knee falling down hard. The little mouse held back tears and looked at the cake in front of him. It was a cake that his father rarely bought for him to eat, but he broke it. Dad
I must be angry. When I think about it, I can't help but shed tears.
"What's wrong? Does it hurt where you fell? You are a man, don't cry over a minor injury." This chapter has been completed!