MTL - House Dad’s Literary Life-Chapter 3 哄娃, is a technical job

It is reasonable to say that the paintings of 曦曦 are still at the level of children's graffiti, but from the artistic conception and composition, 曦曦 is still a bit talented!

Yang Ran’s eyes lit up. After praising and encouraging a little guy, he proposed: “Hey, daddy teaches you how to draw?”

In the past life, in the killer training camp, Yang Lan learned piano paintings and calligraphy, all kinds of skillful skills have to understand, this is the basic skill of camouflage!

Be aware that the next task of the Poker Killer organization is the most difficult and arduous! There is no point in stealing the public's martial arts anytime and anywhere. Yang Lan has been arrested by the police for countless times!

Although Yang Lan doesn't like painting very much, and later he is especially obsessed with music. In his leisure time, he likes to listen to songs and watch movies. He sighs in his carefully arranged safe house. As for painting and other After the training camp, there was no growth at all.

However, it is still possible to fool around!

It’s impossible to say that it’s natural to say no, and Yang Lan began to show his hand.

Under the eyes of the little girl, Yang Lan took a black pencil, gently sketched it, brushed a few strokes, and a little girl with long hair fluttered on the paper.

A little bit of the charm of the past Q version of the painting style, and the little girl's facial contours, looks like, it is very similar to the 曦曦, wearing this lace skirt, long pantyhose, small shoes!

In addition, Yang Lan deliberately painted the little girl's head, the big eyes are very anime style, the hair dragged to the ground is like a waterfall, very cute!

"Wow, hey, it’s amazing!" I liked it very much. Her eyes could not move, she opened her mouth and shouted.

Yang Lan listened to her daughter's praise, and this sense of accomplishment in her heart was so bursty!

Even if I just cautiously didn't dare to talk more - I was afraid of being exposed, and Yang Lan couldn't help but ask: "Hey, can you see, who is Dad painting?"

When the soldiers passed, Yang Lan’s voice was a relatively loud one, but when faced with his daughter, he was not as gentle as a five-big three tough guy. Not to mention Lyon, which has been cold in the past, I am afraid he can't believe it when he listens back!

"Know, know, that's it!" Hey, some of the fingers pointed at him with joy, but he felt embarrassed, giggling and plunging into his father's arms, revealing only half of the smart eyes.

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Almost one afternoon, Yang Lan was teaching the sketches, and she personally helped the little guys fill in some of her paintings.

I have fun, and the silver bell-like laughs come and go.

Where does she know that Dad is actually more happy than her! Because Yang Lan’s fears were revealed before, it did not happen.

Perhaps you will feel that the father in front of you is no longer the clumsy, dull father of her previous! But when she was young, she didn't have much suspicion. The little guys firmly believed in their own eyes. Dad was a father. How could it be someone else?

In fact, the previous Yang Lan, let alone painting, even if he let him enjoy the paintings of the cockroaches, I am afraid it is somewhat difficult. But I don’t care if my father suddenly becomes so powerful!

The little guy is now a fanatic who admires Dad.

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Happy time passed quickly, unconsciously, the sun was slanting, and the street lights outside the window lit up with a faint glow.

I am tired of playing, and the child’s physical fitness is not as good as that of the adult. Under Yang Lan’s embarrassment, she slept heavily.

Yang Lan carefully carried the cuddle to the middle of the bed, carefully placed her a small pillow, and made a smooth long hair to avoid being uncomfortable.

In April, the coldness of the early spring is still there, especially after the sun goes down, the air is a bit cool. Yang Lan picked it up in the cupboard for a while before he found a towel that was not thin and thick.

"Well, the question now is, what to eat tonight?" Yang Lan gently closed the door of the bedroom and thought about his chin.

The place where he lives is about twenty square meters, but the sparrow is small and complete, has a bedroom, a small living room, and a kitchen and bathroom. Of course, every small space is very narrow, especially the kitchen!

In addition to a stove, sink, and the rest of the kitchen, he can't hold anyone anymore!

It’s troublesome to move around...

It’s still good in the past life, rich, and there is a place to live in a mansion... However, Yang Lan is not picky. He flips the refrigerator and rice tank left by his predecessor and wonders what dinner to prepare for him!

On cooking, the former Yang Lan is a rookie. He only cooks white rice himself. The food for the meal is either mustard or olive, or he can eat a dish of green vegetables.

On the one hand, because of low income and poor living conditions, Yang Lan, who has a child, took all the money down and used it to buy everything she wanted when she was with her. I have to say that Yang Lan’s daughter The favor of the world definitely exceeds everything in the world.

Of course, on the other hand, the previous Yang Lan did not have the cells to learn cooking.

But now Yang Lan is different. He used to live alone in his previous life. He still has very little money. In this aspect of eating, he will never be ill-treated. Even if he cooks himself, he can take both Chinese and Western food. Get the hand!

Of course, in the past life, he can only be self-respecting. Now, he can finally cook for his beloved little guy, but Yang Lan must be serious!

However, Yang Lan quickly scratched his head.

"The clever woman is hard to be without rice!" He shook his head in a wry smile.

There are a few eggs in the refrigerator, as well as ham, and then the Chinese cabbage that Yang Lan had eaten for many years...

The rice in the rice bowl is still quite full, but it is obvious that the white rice is on this dish. I am afraid that even if it is the craft of Yang Lan, it tastes like chewing wax...

Yang Lan can still give it to himself, but he can't use these "pig food" to entertain his daughter!

However, it is too late to buy food at this time. Yang Lan rented a house more biased. Going to the nearest vegetable market, walking for half an hour, Yang Lan can not worry about being alone at home.

So, what about eating dinner?

Do you want to go out to the restaurant? However, the flies in the vicinity of the village in the city, the health situation is worrying!

Yang Lan finally turned his eyes to the instant noodle box in the corner, and there were half boxes of instant noodles.

This is the spiritual food that comes back from the night shift. Sometimes it is tired and hungry. If you don't have time, wait for the rice to be cooked. Soak a bowl of hot instant noodles. If you eat, you have to sleep.

"Instant noodles are lonely food, good friends of insomniacs." Looking at this half-box instant noodles, Yang Lan's memory about it emerged, could not help but feel a sigh of relief, the heart slightly sorrow and grief.

Yang smashed his head and put this thought away. He has an idea for dinner tonight.