grab that pudding

Song Huan has been a little annoyed recently, because there is Chang Cheng, who enjoys doing things all over the world.

Weather forecast in the morning, various topics at noon, don’t forget good night and sweet dreams at night, more caring than Netease Cloud.If it hadn't been for the address, Song Huan would probably have picked up someone to eat at the door of the house.

This complete set of tricks has been used in many ways, and I don't know if there will be surprises in the future.

However, the unexpected surprise did not wait, and the plug-in came first.

That day Song Huan estimated at the bookstore that his son had almost finished painting, and when he got there, he found that there was someone who had arrived earlier than him. The older one and the younger one were sitting on a bench in the shade of a tree eating ice cream, the older one took a bite, the younger one I also learn from the big ones, one bite at a time, one big pit and one small pit.

Seeing Song Huan coming, he showed the same innocent smirk.

"Song Bingxi, have you washed your hands after painting?" Song Huan asked, looking at the drawing board and tools that were casually placed at the foot of the stool and the silly son wagging his tail.

Chang Cheng immediately stood up and answered positively: "I washed it, I washed it immediately after painting. Huanhuan, do you eat ice cream?"

Friends, you are very active. "Don't eat."

"Dad, I didn't eat cold food yesterday, so I can eat it today!" Little Pudding stood beside the backer confidently.

"I didn't let you eat."

"Dad, uncle said he wanted to go to the zoo with us the day after tomorrow, can you take him with him?" Little Pudding ran over like a dog.

Song Huan remained silent, and looked at Chang Cheng, who was tall and burly and pretending to be pitiful, with a half-smile.

Seeing that Song Huan didn't speak, Little Pudding held up the half-eaten ice cream in his hand reluctantly, and said solemnly, "Dad, please eat, you're welcome."

Changcheng is also very familiar with it: "I don't have any activities on weekends, it's better to go out for a walk than to be alone at home."

"Uncle is miserable alone. Dad, didn't you say that it is unhealthy not to insist on staying at home? Let's take him with you~" He also knows how to beg others to act like a baby, dangling Song Huan's slacks.

It's really good, it's really good, after all, Bala's big baby will partner up to cheat his father... And why is the tall and stalwart on the opposite side pretending to be pitiful? !Shall I give you an award for best acting?

You can also lie to a three-year-old child, is it ashamed to lose it? !

Cub, you are usually quite smart, why do you get so sticky with people you have only met a few times?This kind of cleverness is still used on the cheating father, it is really a nest of snakes and rats with your bastard father!

Song Huan said angrily, "It's up to you, food and drink are not included."

Little Pudding cheered excitedly, rushed over and gave Chang Cheng a high-five, and the ice cream even smeared his clothes.Chang Cheng smiled and helped the little pudding to stabilize, his heart softened when he saw the little bluffing person, the miniature version of Huanhuan, no matter how he looked at it, he liked it.

Chang Cheng, who has done a good job in ideological work, remembered what Xu Shangheng said, you have a hole in your head.Then there are pitfalls, and they are all pretended to be.

Besides, if you catch the small ones, the big ones can't escape.Chang Cheng thoughtfully planned...

After realizing it later, I realized that the ice cream had lost a corner of the little pudding, and my eyebrows drooped due to grievance.

Chang Cheng picked up the little pudding with one hand and then strode away. The little pudding let out an exclamation of "Aww", and soon laughed heartily, wrapping his remaining arms around his neck.

Chang Cheng threw both ice creams into a trash bin not far away, and when he came back, Song Huan could still hear clearly, "I don't want this one, I'll make another one later."

"Am I sure?" Song Huan twitched.

Chang Cheng looked at Song Huan with a bright smile, smiling like a sunflower.

Song Huan couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"You still owe me a meal. I know there is a restaurant that serves good steak." Zhang Yang smiled a little ruffian, and the corners of his eyes were full of arrogance.

"Father, let's eat steak~"

"What to eat, the soup is all stewed. Hurry down and go home."

Little Pudding groaned and hugged Chang Cheng's neck: "Father, you still owe Uncle a meal, you're not trustworthy!"

"..."

After eating and drinking enough, the gentlemanly Chang Cheng sent him back naturally.

Chang Cheng, who finally got the address in his hands in the past week, was not in a hurry. He watched the father and son enter the door, waited for a while and saw a certain window lighted up, and silently wrote it down.Then he smiled like a sly fox and drove away.Come again tomorrow.

The peeled and cleaned pudding was lying on the bed looking at the illustrations, and Song Huan sneaked to the edge of the bed after taking a shower, and threw him down to cover him.

Little Pudding screamed in fright, then unceremoniously stretched and scratched his father's waist, and the two made a fuss on the bed.

After the truce, Song Huan suddenly remembered something and asked, "Zai, did you tell today's uncle that the day after tomorrow is your birthday?"

Little Pudding said with sparkling eyes, "Hee hee no~ I'll give Uncle a surprise~"

surprise?More or less frightened!All fools know that Changcheng is very good at mathematics, and such a trivial matter as the number of months is reversed is not worth mentioning.As soon as you break your toes, you know the so-called truth.Song Huan lighted the incense silently...

Hey, wait, did I forget something?I always feel like I forgot something, why can’t I remember it all of a sudden?

Forget it, I'll talk about it when I think about it...

In the middle of the night, Song Huan almost fell asleep, and finally remembered what he had forgotten, and jumped up from the bed in shock.

Play hot pot!

No wonder Changcheng suddenly changed his face when playing hot pot that day!

He laughed at his stupid son who wets the bed at the age of four, and he will know when the time is counted...

Later, it seems that the hospital also said the age that night...

Song Huan, you are a big idiot, you forgot everything you said, this reflex arc has grown to the bottom of the Mariana Trench.

Song Huan inserted his head into the pillow like an onion.

After a long time, he mumbled into the pillow and said, "Fool."

I don't know who I'm scolding.

Sometimes Song Huan's nerves are rough, and it's common for him to forget after saying something that doesn't hurt.This kind of personality is a good thing for him. In his grandma's words, he doesn't have to worry about it, which saves a lot of trouble, and many people can't envy him.

But to be honest, this kind of carelessness sometimes hurts people without knowing it.

In the past few years, I will be more restrained than before, but the nature of the country is easy to change, and some habits that pop up from time to time cannot be changed in a few years, and may not be changed in a lifetime.But what can I do.

Chang Cheng knew it from then on, and if Little Pudding's birth date was reversed, he knew that they were still good during that time, not to mention the time when he was not around before the quarrel, it could only be before.

After knowing it, he didn't turn against him immediately, but disappeared for a while, and didn't say anything when we met again later.

And recently, they have been brushing up their presence so frequently.After careful calculation, it should have started after that restaurant meeting.

Song Huan is not stupid, what else is unclear?

Lele will definitely not pay attention to Chang Cheng anymore, it would be good if he didn't tear him up.He probably learned something from Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang is a smart person with a high IQ, but his imagination has obviously not reached such a heaven-defying level, and Lele would not tell him about the little pudding.

So they don't know about the source of their son, but the fact that they have little pudding with them in the past two years is completely open and transparent.

Are you stupid... I don't hate you enough...

Song Huan was in a daze and only these two sentences remained.

The next day, Song Huan, who brought his children back from shopping for groceries in the morning, found a large dog at the door with a large bag of things at his feet.

Little Pudding jumped over: "Uncle, are you here to see my painting?"

"Yes, it was agreed yesterday." Chang Cheng smiled brightly.

"Then why didn't I know?" Song Huan said bluntly.

"Yesterday before you came." Chang Cheng reported seriously.

Little Pudding said excitedly: "Dad, uncle can draw sketches~"

Shit!Don't think I don't know!I hide it secretively after I finish painting, but I am ashamed to say it out, and I am not afraid of being laughed at by children!Still using this to lie to my son? !

"The lonely family doesn't want to eat takeaway at noon, don't you still owe me a meal? I bought some vegetables."

"Last night, you said I invited you, but you sold the bill first. You still remember my debt, I thought you, the old man, forgot." Song Huan said contemptuously as he opened the door.

Chang Cheng held the bag and said, "You are more sincere in what you do."

Song Huan was working in the study in the morning, and Chang Cheng was sent to the living room to watch TV with Pudding.

At noon, Song Huan wore an apron and was chopping meat in the kitchen. When he was done, he turned around and found the older one leaning against the door with the younger one in his arms.

"What are you two doing? You have gone to the wrong place to be the door god. This is the kitchen."

Chang Cheng smiled, the deep affection in his eyes was overflowing, and said, "I want to come and help."

Looking at the familiar smile that he hadn't seen for many years, Song Huan gave a mental shock, and then responded quickly: "No, take my son out, the kitchen is dangerous."

"Father, I can help choose vegetables~" Little Pudding volunteered.

Song Huan stuffed a handful of celery.

"How did Dad do this?" Little Pudding was stunned, he only broke Chinese cabbage and lettuce.

"Ask him." After saying that, he pushed the person out, "Go out and fix it."

After being confused for a while, he heard voices from the living room. It seemed that things were not going well. Song Huan adjusted his mood and went out to demonstrate how to pull out the shredded celery before entering the kitchen.

Fifteen minutes later, he received celery segments that had turned from a bundle into a small dish.

"Did you do it on purpose? There's only so much left in a large bundle?" Song Huan shook the pitifully small amount of vegetables.

The older one and the younger one laughed without any psychological burden, and the older one did not forget to explain: "The ones that are too old are not tasty. So we chose them."

hell!It's picky eaters!

As a result, the black pepper beef cubes for lunch were gone, leaving only fresh shrimp and asparagus, shredded pork with celery, scrambled eggs with tomato, boiled side dishes, and the soup was lean meat juice.

Little Pudding sat on the dining table and looked at Song Huan bitterly, trying to make Song Huan conjure up a dish of black pepper beef cubes.

Song Huan said without moving: "I just thought about it, I ate too much meat last night, so it's better to lighten up today."

Little Pudding had no choice but to obediently put the celery in front of him into the bowl, and then picked up fresh shrimp, shredded pork and eggs to eat.

The active Changcheng changed from usual and just ate two bowls of rice with his head buried.

Looking at the extremely clean dishes with not even a small dish left, it was obvious that he deliberately cooked the dishes according to the food intake of the three of them, but he was able to finish them all. It must have been how long he was hungry.

"Did you come here without breakfast on purpose?" Song Huan asked helplessly.

"Yeah, we're just waiting for this meal." Chang Cheng smiled contentedly.

After years of waiting, it's finally here.