Fall in love after simulation

"Good job!" Nan Youxi patted her daughter's head to encourage her.

He took out a black dress from the small closet, but there was no Gothic dress he wanted in this closet.

The girl in the clothes was even more cute and well-behaved. Nan Youxi carried her to the sink and squeezed toothpaste on her little toothbrush.

Mo Xia took the toothbrush, stood on her small stool, and brushed happily.

It's not that hard to have kids. Nan Yuxi thought.

However, the reality soon revealed its own sinister.

Mo Xia brushed her teeth, wiped her face, and pulled Nan Youxi's sleeve.

"The hair hasn't been combed yet." The girl shook her head, and her hair, which was loose and fluffy due to the casual sleeping position, followed suit.

Nan Youxi's heart skipped a beat. After he combed his daughter's hair with a small wooden comb, her daughter really made the next request: "I want to comb the little ones, two little ones!"

Looking at the wooden comb in her hand and her daughter's hair, Nan Youxi fell into deep thought.

Let's not mention what kind of hairstyle Xiao Yaji is, he has never tied anyone else's hair!

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

Nan Youxi felt that she could struggle a bit.

"Mo Xia." He showed a serious expression and looked at the girl.

"Huh?" The daughter looked up at him.

"Dad will test you, can you tie your own hair?" Nan Youxi put her palm on her daughter's small shoulder.

"I can!"

This is common on TV, where adults press their shoulders and look at each other, which makes Moxia very encouraged.

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

"Where's the hair rope?"

"In that little drawer."

Handing the hair rope to Mo Xia, Nan Youxi watched her braid her hair.

The girl's hands are too small to hold too much hair, and she is not proficient in judging the direction through the mirror. After more than ten minutes of busy work, two small braids of different sizes, uneven and out of alignment were tied on the top of her head. .

"Father, Mo Xia seems to have failed." The girl looked at herself in the mirror dejectedly, "You help me re-tie."

"Father thinks this is very good." Nan Youxi hurriedly encouraged her.

"But, it's not neat."

"It's runaway princess style, messy, informal, slovenly, great!"

"I don't like princesses very much."

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

"battlefield!"

The girl excitedly uttered the words she was interested in.

"That's right, Moxia has seen it in cartoons. After the battle, her hairstyle is a mess. These two untidy braids are the proof that Moxia has returned from the battlefield!"

"Um!"

The girl's face was flushed and she was full of energy. She was immersed in the imagination of becoming a monster and fighting the magical girl for 300 rounds.

The passion that imagination can bestow is limited. After coming out of the bathroom, the girl touched her braids again, but she still felt ugly and wanted to change them back.

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

She kept tugging at her braids, trying to straighten them up, but this kind of helpless remedy only made her hair more messy.

Nan Yuxi pretended not to see it.

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

Cleaning up the room is easy, no matter how you say it, Nan Youxi can't even fold the quilt.

However, he who has mastered Moxia's code is lazy at heart, and he thinks his daughter who is doing work with a face of embarrassment is extraordinarily cute.

"Mo Xia." He looked at his daughter.

"Huh?" The girl held her two braids and raised her head.

"Dad will test you, will 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," Nan Youxi smiled, "Then I'll leave it to you!"

"Eh?"

The girl climbed onto the bed with a bitter face and struggled to fold the quilt.

When she finished tidying up the bed, Nan Youxi picked her up and walked downstairs.

The girl stepped on the floor on the first floor, and just after taking two steps, her stomach let out a cry. She touched her belly and looked at Nan Youxi pitifully:

"Dad, I'm hungry."

"It's time for lunch soon, it's time to eat." Nan Youxi looked at the kitchen, then at her daughter, "What are you eating?"

Mo Xia backed away in fright, she waved her little hand, and hurriedly said: "This Mo Xia can't, Dad, don't test Mo Xia anymore!"

"..."

Nan Youxi just glanced at the kitchen in a very ordinary way. His daughter is only four years old. How could he let her cook.

"Let's go out and eat!" he said.

Mo Xia touched her little braid, and shook her head. Braids are too ugly to go out.

"What about takeaway?" Nan Youxi took out her phone.

When she heard about ordering takeaway, the girl's emotions became high, because her mother could do everything, and she rarely saw the deliveryman, and she was very curious about the big sister who was carrying a big box.

However, she shook her head.

She said: "Mom said that before she left, she would put egg tarts in the oven, just bite and eat egg tarts!"

As expected of Linnai, even if she went out, she did not forget to leave food for her husband and daughter!

Nan Youxi walked to the kitchen and saw a large plate of egg tarts in the oven.

Just enter the time and temperature, and after baking, you can get a delicious and soft egg tart.

However, here comes the problem.

How long should the tart be baked? What temperature do you want?

"Mo Xia, Dad will test you. What temperature and how long should Mom bake egg tarts for? Are there any steps?"

Facing Nan Youxi's test again, Mo Xia showed embarrassment, she shook her head: "Mo Xia doesn't know, Mo Xia doesn't want to have another test."

After speaking, she hurriedly ran out of the kitchen.

Nan Youxi studied the oven for a while, and sent a message to Reina, asking how to bake egg tarts.

Linnai didn't reply, not knowing what those women were doing.

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

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

Twenty minutes later, a plate of egg tarts came out of the oven.

Mo Xia smelled it and poked her head out from behind the kitchen door.

"Okay." Nan Youxi put the egg tart on the table.

The girl squeezed an egg tart happily, put it in her mouth, and squeaked twice.

Her movements stopped.

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

"Isn't it delicious?" Nan Youxi took a bite, it was indeed not perfect.

He obviously did what he did in other people's videos, why did something go wrong? What he doesn't know is that there are subtle differences between ovens and ovens, egg tarts, and these differences will affect the final result.

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

He is very self-aware of his cooking skills. He had expected that if the baked goods were bad, he would just order takeaway egg tarts. The egg tarts on the table were not toasted, they were just not perfect.

Mo Xia didn't speak, she lowered her head, her small face wrinkled, like a sudden wind, the clouds in the sky were rolled up, forming a large black shadow, and the raindrops were about to fall.

"Buy a lot of egg tarts! I also bought ice cream!" Nan Youxi said hurriedly.

"I don't want other people's egg tarts," the girl began to cry, "I made these egg tart skins with my mother. I want my egg tarts!"

For such an important matter, you should have said it earlier! Nan Youxi didn't expect that this egg tart had emotional meaning!

"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 stroked her hair, and a few tears rolled down, "My little one is so ugly, I won't go out!"

"And," she went on, "the quilt is so heavy, and my hands are sore!"

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

Chaowu Moyou opened the door with the spare key, and Moxia's cry came oncoming.

The plan has changed, people are still outside, I will try to update on time.