grab that pudding

The biological clock is a magical thing.

Song Huan woke up at about the same time as before, except for his body...

For example, people who don't exercise much usually go to the community to play badminton with the aunts, take a walk with Pudding and Wang Wang, take two extra steps to and from get off work, and then cosplay Sleeping Beauty (male) on the bed for two weeks , to recover for two weeks.I haven't run a marathon or climbed a mountain in four years. One night, I had a whim to run a marathon and climb a mountain after running.

Song Huan learned the truth from his own practice: no matter how gentle a marathon is, it is also a marathon, and no matter how gentle a mountain climb is, it is still a mountain climb.Essentially there is no difference!

So, Song Huan raised his leg... ah... this movement is a bit difficult... Song Huan slowly raised his hand, aimed at that face and slapped it, then yelled out.

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"..."

Forget it.

The slap stopped less than two centimeters in front of the face, and changed to pulling the ears.

"???" Chang Cheng, who was still smiling while sleeping with the corners of his mouth raised, was woken up, opened his eyes and was dazed for half a second, then leaned over his head and kissed, "Good morning, baby."

The smiling spring flowers are brilliant.

Chang Cheng grabbed Song Huan's hand and kissed the palm, the back of the hand, the back of the hand, and the fingers.

Kiss here, touch there, hug and rub, until early in the morning it becomes sticky.

"baby I love you."

Song Huan hummed, "Apart from this sentence, is there anything else? I heard it last night."

"Then I love you very much, and you are the one I love the most."

"Unqualified, go back and rebuild."

Chang Cheng licked his lips and said, "Then did I pass last night? Oh, no, it should be, did I pass last night?"

"Qualified ghost!"

"It's very gentle, baby, don't you like it too?" After speaking, he licked his lips again, Song Huan's.

Song Huan: "You speak according to your conscience."

Chang Cheng: "I... just miss you so much, that's why I couldn't control it for a while..."

Song Huan: "You—"

Chang Cheng rushed to answer: "Baby, what do you want for breakfast? I'll make it for you! Do you want dumplings or noodles, eggs or steamed stuffed buns? Be good, I'll make it for you. I'll make you whatever you want."

"... porridge. Corn and chicken porridge."

"Okay, absolutely no problem, baby wait, there will be breakfast soon, you can sleep for a while." After receiving the order, Chang Cheng got up and tidied up.

"Add an egg. Add green vegetables, three servings." Song Huan specially emphasized the quantity. For meat eaters, Chang Cheng masters the spoon, that is, add as much meat as you can, and as much as less vegetables.

The energetic Chang Cheng nodded with a majestic face and said, "Listen to me, baby!"

Song Huan squinted for a while wrapped in the quilt. Although he was a little tired, he was not sleepy and still had some energy...

After rolling around for several times without feeling sleepy, he slowly got up, supported his waist, and walked slowly to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.Just as she was about to go to the kitchen supervisor, before she could go in, there was a "bang" sound from inside, like the sound of a pot hitting the stove, which made Song Huan tremble in fright.

Song Huan hurried into the kitchen and saw Chang Cheng holding the handle of the frying pan, and the frying pan had already been smashed on the stove, and the pan was separated.

"What's wrong……"

Chang Cheng, who heard the sound, quickly tested his body, trying to block the stove with his body, and hurriedly replied: "It's okay."

"Oh? Then, do you want to put down what's in your hand first?" Song Huan almost laughed angrily at him. He blocked the pot but didn't hide the handle in his hand.

Chang Cheng looked at the physical evidence in his hand, looked embarrassed, and then laughed twice.

"Your hands aren't hot, are you? Have you turned off the fire? Don't touch the pot." Song Huan walked over and prepared to do it.

"Turn off the fire. Don't, don't, don't, daughter-in-law, you stay, I will do it."

Song Huan checked up and down, and saw that Changcheng hadn't been burned, so he was relieved, "Let's use the pot now, and remember to buy a new one later."

"Okay, daughter-in-law, go out and rest first."

Seeing Song Huan moving out of the kitchen with his waist pressed, Chang Cheng immediately took off his apron, wiped his hands and followed, and hugged him horizontally.

Song Huan was taken aback: "Chang Dacheng, what are you doing!"

"Zhu Bajie hugs his daughter-in-law~" Chang Cheng said triumphantly all the way, thinking in his heart, why is he so light, he must be brought back quickly.

After putting her on the sofa safely, she kissed him again.

"You didn't brush your teeth." Song Huan said in disgust.

"En, I didn't brush it." After Chang Cheng finished speaking, he rubbed Song Huan's soft hair, leaned over it and kissed it again, and then ran back to the kitchen to be a snail girl.

Song Huan turned on the TV to broadcast the morning news, lying on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, listening to the sound of the TV mixed with the sound from the kitchen, her heart warmed.

Chang Cheng finished the porridge and put it on the table to cool down, then went to wake up Little Pudding, Little Pudding lay on Chang Cheng's shoulder with his hair like a chicken coop, dazedly rubbing his eyes, and was carried out by him. Seeing Song Huan lying on the sofa, he obediently shouted: "Good morning, Dad~"

"Hey, go brush your teeth and wash your face." Then she continued to bury her head in Weibo.

The two fathers and sons could also quarrel in the bathroom, laughing and laughing one after another.

Little Pudding ran out nimbly and locked Changcheng in the bathroom. The tall shadow exaggeratedly changed various shapes and howled: "Let me out! I'm going to eat you!"

Little Pudding smiled and said outside the door: "I'm still young, and I don't have any meat. Dad has more meat than me. Dad eats better~"

Song Huan: "???"

"That's right! Huanhuan is delicious!" Chang Cheng's voice pretending to be a monster echoed inside.

Song Huan: "...?!!!!"

Little Pudding said: "The monster won't open the door~ It locked the door itself, so it can't come out~"

The shadow in the bathroom was very cooperative and scratched the door, then "clicked" the door and locked it inside, and said fiercely: "Damn human! You actually locked me! Let me out!"

Little Pudding said cheerfully: "Hahaha monster, you can't open the door! Don't struggle!"

The inside continued to cooperate, scratching and knocking on the door, and uttering harsh words fiercely.

Song Huan: ...so naive...too naive...I don't know you guys...

Little Pudding ran towards the living room with his short legs humming and chirping, and said while running: "You can't get out~"

The tall shadow inside scratched and clawed at the door: "I will definitely come out!"

The sound was still echoing in the bathroom, but there was a crisp "click" at the door.

"Squeak—" The door opened...

This voice, why... is it a little strange?Song Huan raised his head, he didn't wear glasses, so he couldn't see the details clearly, but the slender silhouette in the distance looked a little innocent?Also, this, the doorknob, why does it seem a little... distorted?

Little Pudding ran back with the little messy hair on his back, tiptoed to look around, then grabbed Chang Cheng's thigh, and carefully reported to Song Huan: "Dad~ the door is broken~"

Exm

Song Huan walked to the door with an unbelievable face to check the door, and sure enough... the doorknob was removed, no wonder it looked distorted!

Song Huan tilted his head and looked at the removed doorknob, then turned to the two people standing by the door.

Little Pudding hugged Chang Cheng's leg and quietly hid behind him, revealing half of his head, looked at Song Huan pitifully, and called softly, "Dad~"

Song Huan's heart was softened by this soft voice.

Then look at the big one.Chang Cheng grinned flatteringly, his usual face of flamboyance looked a little silly now, and shouted flatteringly, "Daughter-in-law..."

Song Huan supported his forehead weakly: "I really convinced you...Chang Dacheng, you just took the blame off of me."

Chang Cheng: "I'll buy it! I'll buy it later."

Song Huan: "And now you have removed another lock on my door."

Chang Cheng: "I'll fix it! I'll fix it later."

After talking about Changcheng, I regretted it, what to fix?Move directly!We don't need to fix it when we get home!Let your mouth fast!Let your mouth fast!

Little Pudding hugged his legs and worshiped: "Wow~ Uncle, you are so amazing~"

Chang Cheng proudly touched Little Pudding's head, and said modestly, "It's okay, okay."

Song Huan: "..."

This Sunday, there is no plan to go out. Little Pudding followed Chang Cheng to watch basketball. Chang Cheng carefully explained the various rules to him, and introduced a few famous players by the way.

During the advertisement, Song Huan asked Chang Cheng to pour a glass of water for the child. Chang Cheng wanted to see how the temperature of the water in the kettle was, so he wanted to open the lid of the kettle.

"Eh?"

"what happened?"

"The lid can't be opened." Chang Cheng fiddled with doubts.

Song Huan thought of the pot and door lock he had just unloaded, and hurriedly stopped him: "Don't move, I'll come."

It's too late.

The lid of the kettle was also removed by Chang Cheng.

Song Huan silently glanced at the kettle with the lid removed, and waved to Little Pudding: "... Come here, son."

"Oh~" Little Pudding obediently swayed to Song Huan's side.

Song Huan: "Changcheng, don't touch my son today, I'm afraid you will damage it."

Chang Cheng hesitated to speak, and finally could only nod tragically.

After playing with Song Huan and Little Pudding all morning, Chang Cheng started talking on the balcony and in the study after dinner.

When Little Pudding took a nap, Song Huan lay on Chang Cheng's lap to watch a movie. Chang Cheng combed Song Huan's hair carefully with his fingers, and said softly, "I have to go out for dinner tonight."

"Okay. Come back then?"

"Back. Daughter-in-law, don't you ask me where to eat?"

"Do you still need to ask?"

"Why is my wife so smart?"

"What do I need to do?"

"No, I'll do it. You just stay at home and wait for me to come back."

"Okay." Song Huan couldn't help looking at Chang Cheng. In four years, the domineering boy had turned into a mature and stable man, like a real man, with responsibility and courage, and he would never run away. Don't shrink back, shelter your home from wind and rain.

Chang Cheng stroked Song Huan's eyebrows with his fingertips, and said, "Find some time to have dinner with my grandma? She took me most of the time when I was young. She must also like little puddings."

"Okay." Song Huan agreed with a smile, "My son is definitely more likable than you when you were young~"

"Of course! Our son, who doesn't like it!"

"By the way, you will go out early and buy a frying pan and bring it back to me tonight. There is also that door, I will tinker with it later, and if it doesn't work, I will wait for you to get it back."

"Okay, buy a pot and repair the door. By the way, my wife, the egg pudding made by the aunt over there is delicious. I'll bring some back tonight."

"You want to piss your dad off, don't you? You have to bring a souvenir when you go to demolish the place."

"How about I invite my aunt back? I have to go back to her in the future, please."

"..."

The author has something to say:

Little Pudding: Monsters come out! ~(≧▽≦)/~

Song Huan gave him a look.

Little Pudding: Go back, the monster! (>ω<)