Chapter 213

It is said that men don't shed tears easily, but Xiaohu's father cried and didn't suppress it any more. He cried recklessly. Xiaohu's father clearly remembered that this was the second time when he was an adult.

The first time I cried like this was because I stood outside the delivery room and heard the first cry after Xiaohu was born.

Xiaohu's mother gave birth to Xiaohu that year and insisted on a natural birth. He accompanied her in the delivery room for 7 hours. He looked at his wife's pain but could do nothing. Finally, because the fetal position was not correct, he dragged her to the operating room for caesarean section. Caesarean section could not accompany the birth, so he was pushed outside the operating room.

At the beginning of pregnancy, I hope my child will be beautiful and smart. When I grow up, I can learn well, be versatile and be excellent in all aspects.

But at the moment, he only hopes that the child can be born safely, that's all.

In that short half hour, he experienced the longest waiting in his life, uneasy, uneasy, anxious, a blank in his brain. He had never been at a loss. He could do nothing but wait.

It was that cry that ended all this. It was also that cry that made him cry for the first time in his adult life. He was at a loss for joy, too happy and too excited, but tears crossed the corners of his mouth.

He still clearly remembered that the nurse first came out with the child and said to him, "eight kilograms, two liang, fifty centimeters, fat son."

Before the birth of the child, he had fantasized about countless scenes of meeting with the little guy, and even thought of the first opening sentence, but the moment he really saw his son, he turned out to be his most embarrassed look. His tears couldn't help flowing down, and wanted to show off to everyone around him. This little thing was his son. He had a son.

The joy and love at that time were gradually forgotten by him with the passage of time

At the moment, holding the little tiger, the time is in a hurry. Four years have passed in a flash.

Fortunately, it's too late. Fortunately, he can hold the child. Fortunately, the child is still willing to snuggle beside him. Fortunately, it's not too late. Fortunately, fortunately

Xiaohu's father wiped the tears on his cheeks and couldn't help feeling guilty.

"The only question I answered correctly was the size of the child's shoes, because when I put on his shoes in the morning, I accidentally saw it. At that time, I lamented that the child's feet grew so fast." Father Ruirui sighed.

"I'm similar to you. I didn't know her shoe size and favorite fruit until I wore shoes today, because she told her mother to eat strawberries before leaving yesterday morning. I heard it." Mengmeng's father is also ashamed.

"We all ignore the growth of our children and think that making money is the most important mission. Even when our children are sick, my wife and children's grandmother follow. I only work overtime, have meetings, work overtime and have meetings. What a father."

"Why am I not? We are not qualified fathers. If time can come again, I want to accompany my children more, ask her what she likes to eat and play, and try to meet her requirements."

"Don't say anything. Let's count all of us. When we can hold the children's hands, hold their little hands more. When they are willing to let us hold them in their arms and don't dislike us, hold them more."

Several other fathers also read the answers written by their children and couldn't help sighing. No matter how excellent and successful they played in other posts, they were unqualified in their father's identity.

Han Mo didn't speak, but he had a panoramic view of all this. Although he answered all the questions correctly this time, there were some ambiguities. For example, the happiest thing was actually a guess. He didn't really want to know what would make the little guy happy. He really thought the child simple.

Xuanxuan went to Han Mo and held his father's hand. "Dad, why is uncle crying?"

The little guy couldn't figure out the situation. He looked at his father with big watery eyes and held his father's big hand tightly. He was a little uneasy.

Han Mo gently helped the little guy smooth the bangs in front of his forehead. "Uncle is sad because he answered wrong questions in teacher Ding's exam just now."

The little guy raised his head, like a sigh of relief. His soft waxy voice continued, "Dad, you tell your uncle not to be sad. Miss Ding said that if you do something wrong, just write the correct answer again and don't make it again next time."

Han Mo nodded, "OK, dad will tell Uncle in a minute." Then he spoiled and rubbed the little guy's head.

But the test paper can be changed and redone, but time can't come back.

The dads who originally wanted to win kindergarten meals through this set of questions were very heavy hearted.

"Come on, let's learn cooking from Xiao Han. We can't cook hard dishes. We have to learn one or two simple dishes." Father Ruirui suggested.

"I must learn a dish. I've never cooked for Xiaohu." Little tiger's father's eyes are still a little red. He touched his son's round head and said.

"Let's start with this first meal and be a qualified father. Walk around, get the ingredients, and go to Xiaohan to learn cooking. "

Originally, Han Mo also wanted to cook for everyone. After all, they can't eat what they do. Now they take the initiative to ask for learning and help. Han Mo naturally has no opinion.

As they said, all the dads were not lazy, including those who washed vegetables, cut vegetables, and those who were specially responsible for setting dishes. Everyone did what they could, so that all the dishes didn't look at at at all. What was originally a piece turned into a piece, and what was originally to be cut into strips.

Xiaohu's father is the most active and strongly asks Han Mo to guide him to make potato silk. He said that children like potato silk. In the past, he always said that children have no taste and what is delicious in potato silk, but now he wants to learn this, make it for his son and coax his son to be happy.

Potato silk is not difficult. From the beginning of cutting potatoes, Han Mo asked Xiaohu's father to do it by himself. He just gave directions nearby. Although Xiaohu's father had never cooked before, he learned quickly and had a good model, but his knife work was a little poor.

"Son, try it." Xiaohu's father brought his first fried dish to the table and came close to his son.

Xiaohu was also very excited. It was his first time to eat the dishes fried by his father. His little meat hand quickly picked up chopsticks and clumsily clamped them into his mouth.

Xiaohu's father looked forward to his son, swallowed his saliva nervously, watched his son put his fried vegetables in his mouth, and chewed carefully with the potatoes in the import.

"OK, is it delicious?" Father Xiaohu whispered.

Xiaohu suddenly stared, "delicious, Dad, the potato chips you fried are really delicious, better than Mom's."

Hearing his son's praise is happier than anything, Xiaohu's father smiled excitedly, "I'll say, as long as I want to do something I can't do, cooking is very simple. Son, you like dad to do it for you every day in the future. Let's do it in a different way. Hey, dad will spend more time with you in the future." Then he touched his son's round head.

Little tiger nodded while eating his father's dishes. No one knew how much he hoped his father could spend more time with him in the child's heart.

Looking at his son eating so happily, Xiaohu's father was very pleased and satisfied. He suddenly smiled and said, "but son, Dad fried shredded potatoes, not chips."