House Dad’s Literary Life

To be fair, Xixi's painting is still at the level of children's random graffiti, but from the perspective of artistic conception and composition, Xixi is still a bit talented!

Yang Ran's eyes lit up. After he praised and encouraged the little guy, he suggested, Xixi, will Dad teach you how to draw?

In his previous life, in the killer training camp, Yang Yi had studied piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and understood all kinds of skills. This is the basic skill of disguise!

You must know that the next task of the Poker Killer Organization is the most difficult and arduous! There is no kung fu to hide from the masses anytime, anywhere, Yang Yi has been arrested by the police countless times!

Although Yang Yi didn't like painting very much, and later became obsessed with music, in his spare time, he also liked to listen to songs, watch movies, and have fun in his well-arranged safe house. As for painting, etc. After leaving the training camp, his kung fu did not improve at all.

However, it is still possible to fool Xixi!

It's not enough to just talk about it and not practice, Yang Yi showed Xixi a hand at the beginning.

Under the girl's amazed eyes, Yang Yi took a black pencil and sketched lightly. After a few strokes, a little girl with fluttering long hair appeared on the paper.

There is a bit of the charm of the Q version of the previous life, and the little girl's facial contours and expressions are very similar to Xixi, and she is also wearing the same lace dress, long tights, and small leather shoes that Xixi is wearing now!

In addition, Yang Yi deliberately drew the little girl's head big, and the big eyes are very cartoonish. The hair that was dragged to the ground fell like a waterfall, which is very cute!

Wow, Baba, Baba is amazing! Xixi liked it so much, she couldn't take her eyes away, opened her small mouth, and cried in admiration.

Hearing her daughter's praise, Yang Yi felt the sense of accomplishment in her heart, which was overwhelming!

Even though he was careful not to speak too much just now—for fear of being exposed, Yang Yi couldn't help but ask now, Xixi, can you tell who did Dad draw?

When he was in the army, Yang Yi's voice belonged to the louder kind, but when facing his daughter, he was not as gentle as a tough guy with a big five or three thick. Not to mention Leon, who has always been cold in his previous life, I'm afraid he can't believe it when he listens to it himself!

I know, I know, it's Xixi! Xixi shyly pointed to herself with some joy, but she felt embarrassed, giggled and threw herself into her father's arms, revealing only half of her smart eyes.

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For almost an afternoon, Yang Yi was teaching Xixi how to draw and sketching, and she helped the little guy fill in her sketchy paintings by himself.

Xixi had a great time, and the silver bell-like laughter came one after another.

How did she know that her father was actually happier than her! Because Yang Yi was worried that he would be exposed, it did not happen.

Maybe Xixi will feel that the father in front of her is no longer the clumsy and dull father she used to be! But when she was young, she didn't have so much suspicion. The little guys firmly believed in their own eyes. Dad was Dad, how could it be someone else?

In fact, the former Yang Yi, let alone painting, even if he was allowed to appreciate Xixi's paintings, I'm afraid it would be a little difficult. But Xixi wouldn't care why her father suddenly became so powerful!

The little guy is now almost a big fan of his dad.

The happy time passed quickly, and before you knew it, the sun was setting, and the street lights outside the window also lit up with a faint halo.

Xixi was tired from playing, and the child's physique was not as good as that of an adult. Under the coaxing of Yang Yi, she fell asleep.

Yang Yi carefully carried Xixi to the middle of the bed, put a small pillow on her carefully, and pocketed her long smooth hair so as not to feel uncomfortable.

In April, the coldness of early spring is still there, especially after the sun goes down, the air is a little cool. Yang Yi went to the cabinet to pick it out for a while, then found a towel that was neither thin nor thick, and covered Xixi.

Okay, now the question is, what to eat tonight? Yang Yi gently closed the bedroom door, touched his chin and thought.

The place where he lives is about 20 square meters, but although the sparrow is small and complete, there is a bedroom, a small living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. Of course, every small space is narrow, especially the kitchen!

In addition to a stove and a sink in the kitchen, the rest of the space can no longer accommodate anyone with a strong man!

It's troublesome to move around

It's still good in the previous life. He has money, land, and can live in a mansion. However, Yang Yi is not picky. He turned over the refrigerator and rice jar left by his predecessor, thinking about what dinner to prepare for Xixi!

When it comes to cooking, Yang Yi used to be a rookie. He would only cook some white rice by himself. The dishes for dinner were either mustard or olive vegetables, or he boiled a plate of green vegetables and ate them with soy sauce.

On the one hand, because of low income and financial constraints, Yang Yi, who had a child, saved all the money to buy everything she wanted for Xixi when she was with Xixi. The love that absolutely surpasses all things in the world.

Of course, on the other hand, Yang Yi did not have the skills to learn cooking.

But the current Yang Yi is different. In the past life, he lived alone, and he lived a very petty bourgeois life. In terms of food, he would never treat himself badly. Even if he cooks himself, he can get Chinese food or Western food. Get started!

Of course, in his previous life, he could only admire himself, but now, he can finally cook for his beloved little guy, but Yang Yi has to be more serious!

However, Yang Yi quickly scratched his head.

It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice! He shook his head with a wry smile.

There are only a few eggs in the refrigerator, as well as ham sausage, and then the Chinese cabbage that Yang Yi has eaten for many years.

There is still plenty of rice in the rice jar. However, it is obvious that white rice is the only dish. I am afraid that even if it is Yang Yi's craftsmanship, it will taste like chewing wax.

Yang Yi can still take care of himself, but he can't use these pig food to entertain his daughter!

However, it was too late to go grocery shopping at this time. The house that Yang Yi rented was relatively biased. It would take half an hour to walk to the nearest vegetable market. Yang Yi was worried that Xixi would be alone at home.

So, what's for dinner?

Why don't you go out to eat out? However, the hygienic condition of the fly restaurant near the urban village is worrying!

Yang Yi finally turned his attention to the instant noodle box placed in the corner, which contained half a box of instant noodles.

This is the spiritual food that my predecessor came back from the night shift. Sometimes I am tired and hungry, but I don’t have the time to wait for the rice to be cooked, soak a bowl of hot instant noodles, and go to bed after eating.

Instant noodles are lonely food, and a good friend for insomniacs. Looking at the half box of instant noodles, Yang Yi's memories of it emerged, and he couldn't help but sigh, and his heart was slightly sad.

Yang Yi shook his head and put this thought aside. For tonight's dinner, he already had an idea.

Don't give up instant noodles~ Difficult times