Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Little Daisy Stark's favorite person in the world is undoubtedly her father.

For Daisy, happiness is running out of kindergarten after school, seeing Tony waiting at the door, hurling herself into Dad's broad and warm arms, and being lifted high.If you can find a place to eat dim sum on the way home, one piece of happiness will become two pieces of happiness.

"I like Dad."

In the snack shop, the toddler lay flat on the food window, looked up at the old father who paid, and said happily.

"At times like this, you like me the most, don't you?" Tony glanced at his daughter under the sunglasses.

He was not unhappy.Occupying his daughter's number one favorite throne all the year round, seeing the envious expression of Rhodes who has no status, Tony's tail is almost up to the sky.

Daisy likes her father the most and trusts her father the most.

As far as the people around him are concerned, Peter Parker has already gone to college and learned a lot of knowledge. Sheldon, a kindergarten student, also knows a lot of knowledge. The genetic recombination that came out of the mouth stunned Sophia for a moment.

But no one knew as much as her father.

Daisy's dad is a genius, can memorize very complicated equations, and can go from scientist to theologian in one night if he likes.

"No, I don't want to at all," Tony said.

Knowledgeable people are always easily convincing, and Daisy trusts her father because her father does not easily lie to children.

Anyone who sees Tuanzi's sincere blue eyes can't bear to be deceived by lies.

Especially last time because the joke about the seeds sprouting made his daughter cry. After that, Tony didn't say anything to scare the children for a long time.

"Jokes are not the same as lies." The old father said, "Although what is said sometimes is the opposite of the truth."

"What's a joke?" Daisy asked.

"Jokes are made to make people happy." When he said this, Tony was having breakfast at the dining table, and said to his daughter who was sitting beside him eating fruit with a small fork, "If it doesn't make people happy, then you have to know It's probably too much to say."

Daisy thought about it, remembered it, and nodded.

"Is a lie a bad joke, Dad?" She also knows how to infer other things from one instance.

However, if the truth in the world can be explained in a few words, no one will live a life in vain and still live without understanding.

Tony drank half a cup of coffee, stretched out his hand to tear a piece of bread, looked at his daughter who was humbly asking for advice, and said slowly: "You have to learn to distinguish why a person lies. There are white lies, there are malicious lies, and there are unavoidable lies. Lies, and deliberate lies."

"There are many, many," Daisy said. "Good lies, bad lies."

"There is no way." Tony said, "People are very complicated."

After breakfast, the old father got up, picked up his daughter who was also full, and drove to the kindergarten.

Happy is on leave today, Tony is driving the car himself.

Kindergarten has an activity that makes the children happy today, and all the babies in the class make snacks together.

Daisy has eaten a lot of dim sum, but she has never made it herself.Looking at the thin white flour coming out of the bag, like snow, I couldn't help looking forward to it, and my eyes sparkled: "This is a biscuit."

"It will take a long time to turn into biscuits." Missy was listless, "I don't know how to make desserts today."

Her lunch was too full for even the best snacks.

Even more listless than the twin sister is Sheldon, who seems to be at the end of the world.

He'd be happy to build the train tracks himself, but rubbing sticky flour with water in his hands was worse than ten chickens flying over his head at the same time.

It took Sophia a long time to convince Sheldon that he didn't need to wear a mask while the flour was being poured out.

"Why did you come to kindergarten wearing a mask?" The teacher couldn't laugh or cry, "You're not sick, Sheldon."

"I don't know when the flu will break out." Shelton pulled off his mask, showing his slightly flushed cheeks, "Teacher, do you know the fatality rate of flu? For a child as young as me, flu is like a latent A demon in the air."

"Will you let the demon hurt me, Master?" he asked.

This child's routine is really an old sow wearing a bra, one set after another.

For Sophia, the more difficult thing than getting Sheldon to take off the mask is to let him wash his hands like other children and knead the dough himself.

In fact, with the encouragement of many teachers and Daisy, Sheldon held his breath and did try to knead dough for the first time in his life.

But he put a finger into the small bowl of flour, his face became more and more red, and finally he couldn't hold back, and rushed out of the classroom like an arrow from the string, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands frantically.

"He doesn't dislike playing with plasticine." A teacher said to Sophia in surprise and doubt.

Sophia sighed: "When playing with plasticine, he wore two layers of gloves."

"Then can you help me get the shavings from the kitchen, Sheldon?" Sophia asked the genius boy who had returned to his seat and had opened his book.

Sheldon is still willing to help the teacher.

As long as he was not allowed to touch the flour, even running errands would be a pleasure.

Sheldon didn't want to make snacks together, Daisy enjoyed it, her little hands kneaded the dough very well, she didn't know that there was white flour on her face, she looked at the uncooked dough in her hands, and couldn't wait to see it turn into biscuits look.

The daughter of the Stark family is not spoiled. After experiencing such a experience today, Daisy remembered that Wendy usually made snacks at home. She did not see the process in the kitchen with her own eyes. Now that she has learned how to make biscuits, she can help Wendy in the future. busy.

Daisy was the most serious when she used the mold to press the noodles. She sniffed the air, as if she could smell the aroma of the baked biscuits immediately. After eating so much for lunch, she was still so hungry.

It took a while for the biscuits to be baked, and by the time Sophia came out with the biscuits made by the children to distribute, the school bell had already rang.

"How about taking the little snacks you made home to eat with Mom and Dad?" Sophia asked.

Daisy would love to let her dad try the first biscuits too.

It's just that when the biscuits arrived, they seemed to be different from what I imagined.

The flat-faced little bear pressed out of a mold seems to be too fat now, not at all as exquisite as the small biscuits sold in the window.

"Why?" Daisy asked herself.

She couldn't find out why, but when she thought that her father wanted to eat biscuits, she became happy again, and ran out of Xiaohongmen with the bag of biscuits, huffing and puffing.

"Dad!" As soon as Daisy came out, she saw the old father in a suit and leather shoes waiting outside, blushing, and ran over happily, "I made the biscuits!"

Her happiness lasted all the way, and reached its peak when she got home and was about to taste the cookies.

The whole family came to appreciate the biscuits that Baby Daisy made by himself for the first time. Seeing the biscuits that were overweight and transformed from a bear into a piglet, they were full of praise.

Daisy's biscuits only made five pieces.

She picked out the one that looked the most like a bear, put it on a plate and served it to Dad, asking him to eat first.

"May I treat you to a snack today, Dad?" Tuanzi asked.

The old father was very moved by his daughter's filial piety. He reached out to take the plate, and under the salivating eyes of Wendy and the minions, he took his first bite.

The taste buds on the tip of the tongue are the first to respond to the taste of biscuits.

As soon as the pastry with a faint baking aroma entered his mouth, Tony felt that it was a little different, so he chewed it twice.

... Then, being held hostage by this difference, his face changed slightly.

"Is it delicious, Dad?" Daisy jumped on the small table in anticipation.

The subtle expression on the old father's face was quickly hidden, making it impossible to find. Facing his daughter's joyful inquiry, the experienced chairman said indifferently: "It's delicious."

"Wow." Daisy was very satisfied, she held her own plate and wanted to taste the biscuits.

"I'll eat all of them, okay?" the father suddenly asked.

It seemed that the biscuits were really delicious. Even Tony, who was usually generous, suddenly showed a rare desire to eat alone. He pointed to the four remaining biscuits on the table, signaling that they would all go into his stomach.

Daisy looked at the biscuit, then at her father.

This is the first time she made a snack by herself. She didn't take a bite, but Dad wanted to eat it. After hesitating for a long time, she pushed the plate towards the adult and said generously, "Eat it, Dad."

The little yellow people suddenly made a fuss.

There were few biscuits in the first place, and they planned to fight for one of them, but now because of the greedy old father, there was not even half of them left.

There was no fuss, and Tony swept it away from the corner of his eye, and they became as quiet as a chicken.

"May I watch you eat, Dad?" Daisy asked, leaning on the edge of the table.

Tony just took a bite of the biscuit in his hand. The fat little bear was so fat that the area of ​​the remaining four was the size of a palm.

"You can watch me eat," Tony said.

With his daughter's envious and happy eyes focused, he ate the whole biscuit in his hand without changing his face.

When a person is faced with a big event, there will always be many thoughts flashing back in his mind. Today, Tony is eating a biscuit, and the most subconscious thought is that the little one in front of him who has been raised for three years is really not better than his own. .

On the point of making things unpalatable, they are in the same line.

The biscuits were actually salty.Probably because of putting too much salt, it tastes a bit bitter.

Fortunately, the family has money, so I don't need to cook by myself in the future.

After eating one biscuit, Tony put away the remaining four, went into the kitchen, and drank a lot of water.

But that night, Daisy's joy over the biscuits was much less.

The old father came out of the shower, saw his daughter sitting in the hallway with her little pony in her arms, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Dad, my cookies are not good, are they?" Daisy asked.

Tony looked at her calmly, and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Bob secretly ate one of the biscuits I gave you," Daisy said.

She lowered her head and picked her fingers: "He ate so much that he cried."

"Dad, are you lying?" The daughter's big eyes made people feel guilty.

Tony touched his nose, knelt down and faced Daisy: "I lied. Your biscuits are not that delicious."

"Is this a good lie, or a bad lie?" Daisy asked.

She fiddled with the pony's ears.

Tony said, "What do you think?"

Tuanzi lowered his head and thought seriously for a long time: "It's good."

The old father said "Oh?" and asked, "How do you know?"

"Daddy lied because he loves me." Daisy said, "Wendy said it."

She leaned into Tony's arms and felt water dripping from her father's hair. She quickly reached out to touch her forehead, raised her face and asked, "Is that so?"

"I don't really want to see you sad," Tony said.