Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Tuanzi slept until the evening, and when night fell, he was extraordinarily energetic. Holding a painting book to draw, he painted until the crayon was shortened by a lot, and then he was satisfied. He showed a colorful painting to his father.

"Dad, can I draw well?" Daisy asked happily.

This little guy said he was painting, and he painted himself, and at some point there was a red spot on his nose, like the nose of a fat reindeer with Santa Claus.

The old father was sitting among the maintenance tools scattered all over the place, working tirelessly to fix the alarm clock for Bob.

The little yellow man has the same hands-on ability as a god, and he can make an airplane cannon by himself, not to mention a small alarm clock.

The strength of the collective is great, but Bob's own hands-on ability is a little weaker. It is easy to disassemble the alarm clock. Instead of repairing it, there are many extra parts. He had to run up to Tony with a bunch of clinking clocks.

After all, the best mechanics in all of New York are here, and it would be a waste of resources not to make good use of them.

When Bob told Tony that he needed to fix the alarm clock, he actually panicked.

The chairman usually manages a lot of things, has to raise a daughter, and has to deal with a large group of banana capsules at home. It is not easy to think on his knees.

The minions are rambunctious again, often making Tony stern.

Bob stood in front of Tony, shrinking his hands and feet, and saw that the maple-colored pupils were indistinguishable, neither unhappy nor happy. He looked at him cowardly, showing his big teeth, and smiled obsequiously: "dad!"

If Tony doesn't want to fix such a small thing, or if he doesn't have time to fix it, give him a call, there are plenty of people who can fix it.

But he didn't say anything, he took Bob's alarm clock, and quickly and skillfully dismantled the parts with hands that can create a lot of wealth in a minute, to help Bob find out what's wrong with the alarm clock.

The old father at this time is really handsome.

When his daughter came over with the painting in his hands, Tony paused his repair work and looked up.

On the drawing paper, there are red ones, blue ones and green ones, and I know the background of the painting. After a rough look, I can see that there are four people on it.

"We took pictures at the zoo," Daisy said.

She pointed to the painting and told her father: "It's me, and Auntie Xiaona, and Happy." The last one was very large, "And Dad."

"I'm here too." Tony looked at the painting, "The painting is very good, thank you."

Tuanzi was completely satisfied and took the painting away, showing it to Natasha who was writing next to her.

Of course, Natasha likes Daisy's paintings. She stretched out her fingers and gently brushed the upward-curved smiles on the faces of the four little people, and said to Daisy: "It's very good. I drew Not so good."

"May I give it to you?" Daisy asked.

It took her one night to draw it, and she liked it very much, but when she heard Natasha say yes, she quickly tore it off from the drawing book, carefully smoothed the four corners with her little hands, and wrote on the blank space.

"To..." Tuanzi said softly while writing two letters.

In the kindergarten, there is Sheldon, a child prodigy who reads books all day long and is addicted to doing problems. Even Daisy is willing to read and write. When she comes home, her father is also a person who never refuses knowledge. Daisy gradually learned to write all 26 letters. I can also write a few simple words.

After writing the words, Daisy was in trouble, and turned to look at Natasha: "I can't write about you, auntie."

Natasha laughed dumbfounded, moved closer and held the baby's little hand, and slowly wrote stroke by stroke on the paper.

"To Natasha," she said, "Na...ta...sha..."

Her hands were warm, but not soft, with thin calluses on the palms. In comparison, Daisy's hands were like dough.

"Seven letters." With the help of Aunt Xiaona, Tuanzi wrote a beautiful name, counted the letters, and said in amazement, "It's so long."

She looked at the painting and then the words on it. She was very satisfied, picked up the paper, folded two stacks, and handed it to Natasha: "It's my gift."

Tony adjusted the time of the alarm clock next to him, occasionally glanced at these two, smiled quickly, and still bowed his head to do his work.

Daisy didn't go to bed until late tonight.

She was lying on the bed, rolling around, and she had to read the storybook to Natasha. She had heard the story of Superman Worms many times, and had already memorized it by heart.

It's just that within two paragraphs, the eyelids were glued to the sugar, and I couldn't open it. I opened my red mouth and yawned. Once the dough rolled again, I fell asleep.

Natasha lay on the edge of the bed, smiled softly when she saw this, and stroked Daisy's face.

"Are you asleep?" A voice from the door asked softly.

Tony fixed the alarm clock, had nothing else to do and took a shower, and now he walked in, his hair still dripping with water, and was wiping it with a towel.

He looked at his daughter who was sleeping soundly on the crib, his eyes softened.

"Asleep." Natasha said.

She didn't dare to make too much noise, for fear of waking Daisy up, she gently pulled the thin blanket to cover the baby, and then got up and approached Tony.

Tony extinguished the light in the room and left a warm yellow wall lamp, so that Daisy could find her way home when she was playing in her dreams.

The two adults walked in the corridor one after the other.

Natasha stopped in front, took out a card from her pocket, and handed it to Tony: "This is for Wendy."

Tony took a look.

On it is a neatly written recipe.

Natasha did not write very often, but tonight she was quietly writing, and it turned out that this was what she was writing.

On the top are the little meatballs that Daisy likes to eat very much. Natasha made them after she came. They changed the Russian-style fried meatballs. They are fragrant and tender, which is very suitable for children's appetite.

A full plate was brought up, and Daisy ate several in a row, waving a small fork.

Tony was silent for a while, put the menu in his pocket, and said to Natasha: "I thought you were still waiting for the farewell tomorrow morning."

"You underestimated my greed, Tony." Natasha said, "If you are any more crazy, you will take your daughter away."

She was joking, Tony didn't laugh, she lowered her head and smiled: "Sam contacted me, to meet up as soon as possible. Daisy gets up tomorrow morning and told her that I'm going to be late for work and have to leave early."

"You don't care if you cry." Tony said.

"She has grown up and will soon grow into a very strong little girl." Natasha said, "I will definitely come back to see her again."

To be a strong child, Natasha also said to Daisy in the zoo during the day.

Tuanzi wanted to pet the duckling, but was hesitant to stand by the fence for fear of being caught.

"What should I do if I hit me?" Daisy turned around and asked Aunt Xiaona who was behind her.

Natasha took her hand and put them into the pen together to touch the duck's feathers.

"It's usually not that difficult to do what you want to do." Natasha said, "With a strong and brave heart, don't be afraid even if you get hurt. If you fail once, you will always succeed."

"At that time, nothing can hurt you anymore."

Natasha packed her luggage quickly.

She didn't bring anything with her at first, and she was relaxed. When she left, she didn't hold anything in her hand. The only thing that weighed heavily on her body was the double-folded children's painting in her pocket.

"Protect her." Natasha didn't go back to the bedroom to see Daisy, her figure disappeared before the night, and said to Tony, "It's good for her to be a happy child."

After speaking, he turned his head and quickly disappeared.

Daisy is trying to be a brave and strong child.

This kind of effort cannot do without the help of the old father.

After getting up, Tuanzi looked around the house, but couldn't find Aunt Xiaona, so he quietly wiped his eyes and asked Tony for someone.

"Go to work." Tony said.

"Is it the same as going to work like Dad?" Daisy asked.

"more or less."

"Working in New York?" Daisy asked again.

"Not in New York." Tony said, "She always has to work in many places, and I don't know where."

Daisy still wanted to ask, but suddenly she smelled the fragrant smell coming from the kitchen, she tried to sniff it, she knew it was delicious, she quickly became greedy, and ran to the kitchen in a hurry, just in time Wendy was wearing an apron , stirring something in the pot.

"It's meat!" Tuanzi said happily, "It's small meatballs."

When Wendy got the recipe, the first thing she did was try to make it.

Natasha wrote very carefully, including the heat, so she made it smoothly. She was going to save Daisy's lunch, but before the meal time, Daisy went to get her bowl, Waiting for two pieces of meat to eat.

"Be careful it's hot." Wendy said, "Would you like to blow it?"

Daisy then puffed her cheeks and blew air into the bowl, finally forked a ball, put it in her mouth and took a bite, the joy on her face became less excited: "Aunt Xiaona didn't do it."

Wendy let out a "Huh", and looked at the recipe carefully, checking repeatedly, but she didn't know which step went wrong: "I followed the recipe above."

It's not bad to eat a meatball.

Daisy stuffed a few meatballs into her stomach.There was no class today, and Tony didn't go to the company either. After she finished eating, he said he would take it out for a drive.

Daisy is fond of driving.What's more, there are actually a lot of activities today, and the arrangements are full. After going for a drive, she had dinner and went out to pick fruits, so she didn't mention Natasha all day long.

The old father may not be too busy to panic, but if he encounters a father's heart at work, he will automatically take a step back.

On the way home in the evening, Tuanzi sat on his father's lap, leaning against the window to watch the sunset outside the car.

A large expanse of gorgeously covered lavender sky is very beautiful.

"Dad." Daisy said.

Tony looked up from the screen: "What?"

"Is Auntie off work?" Tuanzi asked softly.

The old father glanced at the sky outside.

"It should be off work." He said.

This probably wasn't something that lied to a child, but Daisy believed it anyway and nodded affirmatively.

She thought about something again, and because of her squashed face lying on the window, she jumped up a little: "Auntie is going to start thinking about me."

Miss Daisy after work, Natasha said.

"Dad, Aunt Xiaona is so happy now, isn't she?"